In Which….. Bf!Matt x Gf!reader are having spicy time, but she gets cold. dividers by @chrisssiren
The bed creaked softly—a sound all too familiar for Matt and Y/n. It was a long day, the two love birds needed this—so as Matt started to thrust his hips up—allowing his dick to kiss at Y/n’s cervix everytime she moved, a soft and erotic moan exited her pretty mouth.
“Aaahhh shiiitt Matt.”
A slight chuckles escaped Matt’s wet pink lips—he had been licking them at the sight of Y/n’s body. It was the most beautiful thing his eyes could see. His hands wrapped around the girls waist—in one swift motion he pulled her in closer to him. As their bodies melted into one another, Y/n threw her head back in satisfaction.
“M’gonna make you mine baby, M’gonna—shit. I’ll be good for you.”
Y/n looked at Matt’s mouth as he spoke. Something about the way he fully submitted to her through his words only made the desire for his rough manhandling more intense. The sound of skin slapping continued—it was almost like a beautiful melody.
“Mmmm.”
Suddenly a temperature change swiftly touched the back of Y/n’s back. The sudden feeling of the cold and crisp air was enough to make the girl cradle into Matt’s body—like two leaves clinging to color as the seasons change.
“What’s wrong?”
Matt’s voice was always so soothing and soft. He caressed Y/n’s back with only just the slight touch of two lingering fingers to graze a little bit harder down her spine. His eyes glanced over to his ac in the room, it was known to change temperatures by default and he had forgotten about it. On top of it Y/n was anemic and due to this, the girls body was much more sensitive to the cool air.
“I’m cold.”
Y/n lifted her head a bit—she stared into Matt’s eyes looking to confirm his suspicions of things being wrong. As Matt nodded slightly, he then begin to get up to change the ac—but Y/n stopped him.
“Wait, I don’t wanna stop……this feels good.”
Matt only shook his head and smirked. Y/n didn’t need to do anything else—Matt got the green light from her to continue. Y/n corrected her body onto Matt’s still hard cock—as he pulled the covers over her body. With one final smirk from Matt and a flustered smile from Y/n, she began to bounce up and down again on him while he guided her.
“goooodd job baby. bounce on that—slap your ass on my cock.”
Everything was going shit for Matt and it felt like the whole universe was against him today. He fell from his bed and bruised his leg when he woke up to pee in the middle of the night. His ankles have been hurting all day and so has his head. His anxiety was worse than usual, even though it hasn’t been this bad in months—maybe even a year.
And when you finally come over, he almost pounces on you, his arms wrapping like steel bands around you as he murmurs into your hair how much he missed you. He drags you into his room and pulls you in bed with him, his arms around your waist and face buried in your chest.
"I just..." Matt sighs, sounding defeated. "Nothing went right today. And I-" He lets out a small shuddering breath as if all the stress and frustration from today is catching up to him, and he buries his face deeper into your chest. "I really needed this." He whispers, voice soft and muffled.
"Mhm..." You hum, your fingers carding through his hair and massaging his scalp. You don't even have to tell him anything, just your body against his is enough to calm him down. His body finally loses some of the tension and he inhales your scent deeply, arms tightening around you ever so slightly as his eyes flutter shut.
And somehow, you both fall asleep just like that. Wrapped in each other and content. Matt's expression softens completely as he sleeps, breathing soft and warm against your clothed chest. His arms loosen their grip on you, but he's still holding onto you, shifting ever so slightly to get into a more comfortable position.
When you wake up it’s already past midnight—2 am to be specific. You shift, finding Matt’s arms still wrapped around you, your leg swung over his hips. You smile sleepily at your sleeping boyfriend, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his bedside lamp. You try to get into a slightly different position without waking Matt up, but you suddenly feel something hard and warm pressing against your-
notes ۶ৎ alr that’s enough you freaks (i say even tho i wrote this). i genuinely cannot write fluff. i need to learn how to. thank u for the request tho, i’ll write you a better one later<3
a/n: hiiii, so this has been in the drafts for a while... finally decided to post it. enjoy !! :)
summary: for the first time as a couple, reader and matt attend wedding together, leading to deeper talks about their future... bf!matt
warnings ! : none just cute shit
word count: 1.7k
song: warm - ariana grande
cause im cool, on my own. but it's warmer in your arms
“We should get married here,” I think out loud, my voice getting lost in the crisp January breeze.
I lean over the railing, gazing at the skyline stretched across and reflected on the dark lake. The mountains in the distance stand tall and stark against the night. The stars shine so brightly in New England, each one just as breathtaking as the next.
New England always has a way of taking my breath away, no matter how many times I’ve been here.
The cold air fills my lungs, but the alcohol running through my system keeps me warm enough to ignore it.
From inside, you can still hear the muffled laughter and the distant bass of music spill out through the double paned glass doors, a reminder that we’ve stepped away from the party. But out here, it’s just us and the brisk winter night.
Matt chuckles softly under his breath behind me in response, the sound faint as another brutal gust of wind whips past my ears and through my hair. Goosebumps rise along my neck and exposed arms, but I stay wrapped up in my daydream.
“Alright, kid. Come on, it’s freezing out here,” Matt says, his voice lighthearted as he rubs his hands together vigorously.
“Like a fall wedding… when all the leaves turn,” I murmur, still lost in thought.
I hear a deep sigh and some silence falls again, which brings me back to reality.
I turn to Matt, finding him watching me intently; his head tilted slightly, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes ever so glossy– most likely from the wind.
His chin points towards me, before shaking his head. “You’re drunk.” he finally states, all while biting back a grin.
My jaw drops in mock offense, and his shoulders shake as he giggles at my reaction. His eyes squeeze shut and he looks away momentarily to hide his smile once more, but the crease on the corner of his mouth deepens.
“I’m not drunk, Matt. I’m serious,” I insist, crossing my arms and standing my ground.
I’m really not. My last drink was an hour ago, and I’ve only had two drinks the entire night– three if you’re counting the glass of champagne from the toast at dinner.
I can tell he’s only teasing me, so I let it go, allowing my eyes to wander down his lanky frame instead.
The outdoor stone fire pit crackles beside him, illuminating his eyes and casting a warm glow along the right side of his face. His hair is tousled, a few strands sticking to his forehead from the sweat we worked up dancing, cheeks flushed from the cold air– evident by the way his breath clouds in front of his face. His hands are shoved deep in his pant pockets, his shoulders hunch against the chill as he shifts his weight to try to keep warm.
Butterflies swarm my belly and I feel myself warm up simply from taking in his appearance alone.
"Have I told you how hot you look in a suit?" I ask, my gaze dragging over him shamelessly– the silhouette of his shoulders, the broadness the jacket gives him. Down to his pants, where they hug his legs just right, making them look even longer.
I glance back at his face just as he smirks, shaking his head and looking away with a hint of bashfulness before recovering quickly.
He licks his lips, giving me a curt nod. "Yeah, I think you've mentioned it a few times tonight, sweetheart," he says.
The urge to be closer to him consumes me, like a magnet pulling me in, needing the familiar comfort of his touch.
He rocks back on his heels, his teeth chattering slightly as I slowly step toward him. When I reach him, my hands slip beneath his suit jacket, arms wrapping around his middle. I hum softly, breathing him in, soaking up the warmth radiating from his body before tilting my head up to meet his gaze, my heavy lids blinking slowly.
A content smile tugs at my lips as I lean up, pressing a soft kiss to his chin, then his jaw. The scent of his aftershave lingers, sending another wave of goosebumps down my arms.
He looks down at me as I pull away, his hands still in his pockets, but his body instinctively leans in to mine. Molding into me. His eyes soften as they flit across my face and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“I can’t believe there’s not more people out here, it’s stunning,” I motion to our surroundings and the scene behind me.
“Maybe because it’s negative 18 degrees out here,” He raises his brows and I roll my eyes, pinching his side.
He jumps, his body jolting against mine as he yelps but I still keep him close. I laugh maniacally and he barely hesitates before pulling a hand from his pocket, just enough to pinch me back on my ass.
“Ow! Okay, okay– truce,” I surrender, wincing but squirm no further from his warmth.
“Yeah, you know better than to pinch me, you little fuckin’ crab,” he says playfully through his teeth, failing to keep a straight face as I throw my head back laughing.
His lips twitch, betraying the smirk he’s fighting before he places a hand on the small of my back, keeping me steady.
“You’re such an idiot,” I say through giggles, wiping at my eyes—only to collapse against his chest in another fit of laughter.
“Alright, alright,” he grits out, half-amused, half-exasperated, shifting to keep us upright. “You’re gonna take me down with you,” he exaggerates.
I lift my head, trying to compose myself, but before I can wipe at my face again, he beats me to it, brushing my tears away with his thumb. “You’re a mess, kid,”
“You just make me happy,” I say without even thinking. It slips out effortlessly because with him, it’s so easy to speak my mind.
His eyes blink once, then twice, like the words catch him off guard. He looks away for a moment, his cheeks flushing a deeper pink. He meets my gaze again, something softer settling in his expression.
“You wanna tell me more about that wedding?” His tigterns his arms around my back.
My breath gets caught in my throat and now, I’m the silent one.
“What? You were the one rambling about this fall wedding– go on. I’m listening, tell me more.” He sweeps my hair out of my face with his hands, cradling my head in his hands.
His attention was all on me.
“Well, it’d be a small ceremony," I start, my voice soft but certain. "Just the people who matter the most."
“Loving what I’m hearing so far, go on,” he hums encouragingly.
His thumbs absentmindedly brushing against my jaw.
"I want it to be here– well, not here-here. But New England," I clarify, watching for his reaction. "I know how much this place means to you. It would make me really happy to have it here."
His eyes flicker between mine as something soft settles in his expression, like he’s letting himself picture it.
"Early fall would be a good time of year," I continue, my voice turning a little dreamy. "Not too hot, not too cold."
“Best season, so again, I’m loving what I’m hearing.”
I let out a small breath of laughter, shaking my head. "You act like I’m pitching you a business proposal."
His smirk grows, a teasing glint in his eye. "Hey, it’s a big decision. Gotta make sure I’m on board with it all."
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the way my stomach flips when his hands move back down, locking behind my back. He tugs me just a little closer, closing the space between us, and leans in– his face inches from mine.
His voice drops, softer now, low enough that it feels like a secret meant just for me.
"Okay, okay. But, you know in my head, you’re already my wife. A party to celebrate that would just be the cherry on top." He murmurs into the side of my face.
I’m not sure why, but my breath catches and my heart skips a beat. My fingers instinctively tighten around the lapels of his suit jacket as I pull back to look between his eyes, his gaze unwavering.
We joke about it all the time, how we act like an old married couple, we’ve lied to servers about celebrating our first year wedding anniversary just for free dessert.
But, I think it was the way he said it so casually, so sure.
Another flood of warmth runs through me when I see how serious he’s being.
"Matt," I murmured speechless, my heart hammering against my ribs.
He smirks, tilting his head slightly. "What? Don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true. You’re it for me, kid."
I don’t even hesitate to throw my arms around his shoulders, hiding my face into the crook of his neck. His hands find my hips, holding me gently as he rocks us side to side. Our heartbeats moving in sync– recognizing one another, like they’ve known each other in every lifetime.
I hear the door sliding open before the music from inside floods into the air and pulls us out of our moment.
“Alright, lovebirds, get back inside. They’re serving the cake now—holy fuck, it’s cold,” Nick calls out, hugging his arms around himself dramatically.
Matt groans, his forehead tipping against mine. “There goes the peace.”
I giggle uncontrollably, catching Nick’s eye over Matt’s shoulder. Matt doesn’t even acknowledge him, just buries his face into my neck, still wrapped around me like I’m his human shield.
“We’ll be right there, Nick,” I say, rubbing Matt’s back absentmindedly.
Nick shakes his head in disbelief. “You two are nuts. I think I actually just caught pneumonia from being out here for thirty seconds.”
He bolts back inside, muttering under his breath, and I can’t help but laugh as the door slides shut behind him.
Matt lifts his head and breathes in deep, eyes closed like he’s mentally preparing to reenter the chaos.
I squeeze his hand gently, watching the way his shoulders rise and fall with that slow, dramatic exhale.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice soft but teasing.
He cracks one eye open at me. “No. But… cake awaits.”
I grin. “Cake does await.” I lean up and peck the corner of his mouth, already reaching for his hand to pull him toward the door.
But before I can take a step, he pulls me right back against him.
His hands cup my face, and he kisses me, slow and tender. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin and your stomach flip. The kind that lingers, even after it’s over.
When he finally pulls back, breathing against me, his voice is barely above a whisper.
I drove the car through the slow neighborhood traffic, stereo playing some random voices and a beat that had Chris bouncing his knee nonstop.
"God, why is there so many people out right now?" Chris muttered, tapping the dash with two fingers like that was gonna make time go faster.
I shot him a side look. "Relax, man. Your girl's not going anywhere." I said, turning left at the corner.
"Oh, we gotta stop at the grocery store real quick. I wanna grab some snacks or something."
"Chris, we literally just passed one." I said, already thinking if there'd be another one on the way or if I should turn back.
"I forgot, dude. Just— turn around. It's not a big deal." He shrugged his shoulders, watching me roll my eyes. And he was right, it wasn't the end of the world. I sighed and turned the car around.
Driving didn't bother me. Honestly, I kinda liked it. Something about running other people's little errands made life feel organized in a way. The problem was having his restless ass next to me, talking nonsense nonstop. That's when my patience ran thin.
And I was tired. Don't even know why Chris couldn't just drive a damn car himself. What's the point of getting a license if you're not gonna use it? He was planning to stay over at his girl's and not come back till God knows when, so he thought it made more sense if I dropped him off and brought the car home.
I had been so chill, already in bed, scrolling through YouTube to find something to play in the background while I tried to sleep, when he came into my room asking me to drive him. I threw on some gray sweats, an old but comfy tee, and a cap to cover the mess my hair was.
The sky looked like it was holding back rain: low clouds, that earthy smell creeping in every time the breeze picked up. We finally got there, and I noticed Chris patting his pockets with an awkward look on his face.
"I, uh, forgot my wallet… and my phone's dead so you're paying, bro." He said it fast, jumping out before I could even complain.
I killed the engine and followed him inside, picking up my pace to catch up. The place was quiet, barely anyone around.
"C'mon, hurry up. I'm not wasting my night here," I said, pulling out my phone to kill time, knowing how indecisive Chris could get.
"Like you had better plans," Chris shot back, walking ahead before I could smack the back of his head.
While Chris wandered off through the aisles, probably grabbing the basics and something useless. I dragged my feet a little, scrolling through my phone, barely paying attention to whatever was on the shelves.
The bright lights actually woke me up a bit. I'd have to find a movie to watch when I got back home, 'cause I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I looked up from my screen and realized I was standing near the chocolates. A little sugar wouldn’t hurt.
I grabbed a Hershey bar and some Reese's. Solid choice, couldn't go wrong. Slipped my phone back in my pocket and went to find Chris. Looked around at people: some dude cracking jokes with the cashier, a mom dragging her kid along, and a couple walking side by side.
I stopped at the flower stand, one of those sections I always end up checking out. Thanks to my girl, I could actually tell what a couple of them were. Lots of colorful mixes. Wildflowers with daisies and little white sprigs, wrapped in kraft paper, tied with string.
Not as nice as florist flowers, sure, but they still looked beautiful. The water drops still clinging to the petals gave them that perfect touch. Delicate, soft scent, wrapped up neat.
On impulse, I started looking through them more carefully, picking one with some purples and a bit of pink.
"What are you doing?" Chris's voice behind me made me jump.
"Um, picking flowers?" I said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing ever. I noticed his hands full with sodas and chips.
"Like— why? We don't even have a vase at home." He frowned, confused.
"Mind your business, kid." I shot him a look and started walking to the register. "You got your stuff?"
"Yeah, all set."
I paid, shoved the chocolate in my pocket, and carefully carried the bouquet. We got back in the car, and I laid the flowers gently in the back seat so they wouldn't get squished. Parked outside his girlfriend's place and Chris basically jumped out.
That long hug that they always give each other every time they see each other was kinda sweet. She waved at me from the porch, I waved back, and they disappeared inside.
Guess you’re still up
Make me happy and tell me I’m right
I texted my girl. Waited a few seconds, fingers drumming on the wheel to the Malcolm Todd song playing on the stereo. I smiled when I saw the three dots pop up.
Ur right
What’s up?
You’re not busy, are you?
I’ll swing by your place in like 5
Gonna hang out with the girls babe
They're making me do something fun so I don't freak tf out
But i'm free tomorrow
Just one minute
I can drive you to wherever you guys are meeting
Okay, that works
Thanks, love youu💋
Love you too 🤍
After that quick back and forth, I headed to her place. Didn't need more than that. Even if it was just five minutes, even if all I got was watching her finish her makeup and hang out for a bit.
It was enough just to show up and be there. I knew she'd had a rough week—school, the part-time job, everything stacking up. Glad she's got friends who actually care. I'll let them steal her for tonight; tomorrow I'm keeping her in my room all night.
Hopefully this little surprise would help her mood.
I honked quickly, just enough so she'd know it was me and not freak out at a knock on the door. Reached back for the flowers and jogged up to her door, hiding them behind me as I knocked.
A few seconds later she opened. She had on her old hoodie, makeup done, her hair curled on one side. Still that shy little smile she gets every time we see each other. Hope that never goes away.
"Hey, baby," she mumbled, arms going around my neck, standing on her toes. I wrapped my free arm around her waist.
"Hi, pretty girl." I leaned down, gave her a quick kiss, and we stepped inside her apartment. "Missed me?"
"A lot." She smiled, then frowned when she noticed something was up. I was never good at surprises. "What's that?"
I rolled my eyes, laughing, and showed her the flowers. "For you."
I watched her blink, lips parting just a little as her hands went to her face like she was hiding how shy she got.
"C'mon…" I said, holding back a laugh as I pulled her into a hug. She wrapped around me, tucking her head into my neck.
"You didn't have to," she whispered, pulling back just enough to take the flowers. Her cheeks had a soft pink that had nothing to do with makeup.
"I know, but I wanted to." I shrugged. "Didn't find your favorites, but I figured these might cheer you up a little."
"They're so pretty. Thank you..." She smiled.
"Pretty like you," I blurted without thinking, instantly laughing nervously 'cause I knew how cheesy I sounded. But she just shook her head, amused, leaning in for a longer kiss this time. "Oh, also—" I pulled one of the chocolates out of my pocket and handed it to her with a dumb grin.
She laughed under her breath, rolling her eyes as she snatched it from me, like she wasn't gonna admit she actually liked the gesture. "Why do you gotta be such a good boyfriend?"
"Guess I've watched too many rom-coms." I shut the door behind me. "Hey… what's up with this new hair thing? Looks cute. You could start a trend." I said, touching the uncurled side. Smiled when it made her laugh.
"You're dumb. Come in, I was in the bathroom getting ready. I'll put these in water," she said, hurrying to the kitchen. I followed right after.
She found a vase, wiped the little bit of dust off, and set the flowers in, taking her time to arrange them how she liked. She glanced at me, and in that look I knew I didn’t need anything else. Seeing her happy with something so simple was enough.
I followed her to the bathroom, where soft pop music was playing. Sat on the counter while she finished up in the mirror, laughing at my little flirty comments.
Then we went to her room, and she showed me the outfit she picked. She was ready, with that excitement she always gets before going out with her girls. And even if I knew tonight wasn't for me, it was enough just being there, sharing those minutes. 'Cause at the end of the day, seeing her smile was all I wanted.
contains: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, pnv, backshots, spanking, crying, swearing, aftercare, established relationship, pet names
you’d never had to use your safe word with matt. he’d always made sure that having sex was enjoyable for you both, and not to push your limits further than you could handle. but tonight, it was just too much.
it felt good, sure. but it was way too much. further past your regular level of overstimulation. you were on your elbows and knees, face buried in the mattress as matt pounded into you from behind, hands gripping your hips so hard that it’d surely leave marks.
“fuuuckk baby, takin’ me so damn good.” he groaned, delivering a light slap to your ass before squeezing the flesh gently and soothing the sting.
he started to rut harder into you, hitting deeper than you could handle. his thrusts hit your cervix with every punishing movement of his hips. “matt!” you cried out, trying to stifle your cries slightly. you tried to reach around to him, trying to pat his hip. “matt- ngh… ma-maple!” you managed to get out, saying the agreed safe word you two had picked out at the start of your relationship.
matt snapped out of his seemingly trance-like state and stilled the instant he heard the safe word. “baby, oh my god. i’m so sorry.” he said, pulling out with a quiet hiss. he came around to cradle your face with his large hands, thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he looked at you with a concerned gaze.
“a-are you okay baby?” he muttered, soothing you with a gentle shush and a rhythmic pat on the head. “did i do something wrong?” you shook your head, slight tears still rolling down your cheeks. “no, no, you didn’t i promise. i just- it was too much.” matt wrapped his arms around you, holding your shaking body against his, still worries about you. “okay, shh, it’s okay baby. i’m so sorry. i was too rough.” he held you like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth to soothe you.
he laid you back on the pillows, assuring you he’d be back, then quickly went to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. he pried your legs apart before settling between them and wiping your sensitive pussy with the damp cloth, shushing you whenever you let out a whine from being oversensitive.
he discarded the cloth into a hamper beside his bed, then laid down beside you, turning on the soft lamp on the bedside table, and finding a show for you two to watch on his laptop.
after a while, your body stopped trembling, and you fell asleep in his arms. “thaat’s it baby. you’re okay.” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your hair before closing his eyes himself.
a/n: i wrote this at like midnight in my notes so it’s not proofread and probably isn’t the best in general. i’m also thinking of turning bf!matt into an au, so if you’d like that lmk!
“the feeling below his stomach ever so prominent this morning”
matts arms wrapped around your waist from the behind, his head resting gently in the crook of your neck. your bodies were pressed up against each-other, so close. “fuck” matt mumbled, the feeling below his stomach ever so prominent this morning.
usually matt would think this was some what of a calm morning, with you fast asleep in his arms, the sunshine beginning to creep through the window. but right now all matt could think of was the very uncomfortable bulge in his pj’s.
matt knew he couldn’t fix the problem himself, espically with you right beside him. god he never wanted you to be awake so bad. his hips involuntarily were rubbing against your ass.
you shuffled a little, a small soft breath leaving your mouth. matt was hoping that meant you were waking up. “baby” he whispered. you let out a little incoherent mumble, still being half-asleep. although you were conscious enough to feel matt. you moved your hips pushing your self back into matt a tiny bit more. which in turn woke you up even more.
“oh god” he groaned. biting his lips to contain a moan. “please, i need you” mumbles matt. you let out a soft hum. his lips brushed against your neck, peppering you with soft kisses. “matt” you whispered. “can you help me baby? i’ll do everything i promise, just gotta lay here f’me” he mumbled in between kisses.
god he sounded so desperate, but more so you could feel how desperate he was. you felt a little bad knowing he was probably so uncomfortable. and you had to admit, morning sex didn’t sound so bad. “mmm go ahead” you mumble.
a small smile on matt’s face appeared when you gave him the confirmation he needed. his hips bucked forwards again, causing a small moan to exist your mouth. hearing your little noises, only made matt harder, if that was even possible.
matt shifted his body on tops of yours. his lips immediately attaching onto yours. “thank you” he whispered, as his fingers latched onto your shorts, swiftly pulling them off. his cold fingers glided across your thin wet underwear, in between your folds making you gasp. “so wet f’me already” he whispered.
matt didn’t waste any more time. removing your underwear and his pjs which he conveniently wasn’t wearing boxers underneath. his throbbing cock immediately springing out. his tip glistening with pre-cum. “need you so bad” he whispers, placing him self in-between your legs.
matt put one hand on your hip, to hold you in place. the other held your hand, his fingers brush against yours. “take a deep breath f’me yeah?” he whispered. you did as he did, while he slowly slid the tip in. you let out another gasp, much louder this time. “oh fuck” matt moans, slowly pushing himself deeper.
“mmm- feel so good wrapped around me, so perfect” matt praises. slowly he began pumping himself in & out of you. “matt” you moan. “god i’m so lucky” he groans, his dick hitting your spot. causing another loud moan to leave your mouth.
his lips meet your neck again, leaving soft marks against your skin. as he continues the slow movements of his hips rocking back & forth. the room filled the echoes of just your moans.
it’s only a couple moments later before you feel that ever so familiar knot in your stomach. so could matt whom was patiently waiting for you to finish first. although he didn’t speed up, or rush you. he just took his time, feeling himself push deeper & deeper inside of you. your walls wrapped so tightly around his dick.
“oh god- mm gonna cum” you mumble out. matt gently squeezed your hand in response. as the feeling washed through your body. “oh fuck- matt” you moan out one last time as you orgasm.
matt let out a low gullutural moan, his grip on your hips tighten as he released “fuckkk” he groans, his body falling beside yours. a sigh of relief hits you both as you lay down.
a moment of silence drifts through the room. matt fingers idly drawing circles on your skin. your head laying gently onto his chest. a sense of comfort is evident.
it’s not long till you interrupt the silence. “soo what are we feeling for breakfast?” you ask trying not to giggle. matt lets out a small chuckle. “whatever you want” he says. “but i can’t believe that’s the first thing you say after we just fucked” matt snorts.
“yeah yeah, whatever, i should’ve said something boring like good-morning matt” you respond rolling your eyes playfully.
matt smiles “good-morning pretty” he whispers. placing a soft kiss onto your lips.
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𝜗𝜚 - ps. morning sex 😵💫😵💫 #need that
also wrote this early in the morning so not proof read, i apologize 😭
warnings… swearing, mentions of the doggy position (no actual smut), making out, unhinged twitch chat, use of y/n, slightly suggestive towards the end, use of y/n, matt gets a little jealous
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blessings and riches, tessa
“we’re streaming chris” nick spoke, warning chris before he said something stupid on live.
“oh hey guys” chris said with a goofy smile. “we decided to stream because it’s been so long since the last one”
“yeah, also matt is here i just think he’s just getting us some food” nick says to clear the air.
about fifteen minutes pass and the boys have been, well, chaotic.
“ ‘cause you can keep a trophy that you don’t deserve-”
“chris actually shut the fuck up please” nick begged. chris hadn’t stopped talking the entire stream, which led to nick snapping at him.
chris rolls his eyes at the comment, and looks at his phone.
“matt texted and said he was going to in n out, what do you want to eat” chris reads.
“just some fries and a dr pepper” nick says.
chris texts the orders to matt and begins to read the chat.
“people want matt up in here now” chris says, after reading a couple comments from the chat.
“everybody keeps asking if we’re gonna film with y/n again soon” nick says, squinting at the screen.
“yeah, we probably will” chris says. “she might be here right now or she left to get food with matt”
the second chris even mentions your presence, the chat goes wild.
the chat is filled with questions; when is your new video coming out? will you collab with the triplets again? are you dating anyone?
“yeah she’s out with matt but we can ask if she wants to hop on the stream later” nick says as chris offers to text you and ask.
| chris
hey when u and matt r back do u wanna hop on the stream
| me
yk what sureee
“she said sure” chris repeats your text, causing the chat to go crazier. (if possible)
around ten minutes pass, and the sound of you and matt walking in the house is noticeable by the boys.
“what up pussy gang” chris says as matt places the food on his bed, where the boys had been streaming
you follow behind him, awkwardly waving to the camera and sitting on matt’s bed.
the chat, once again, goes wild.
“so introduce yourself, give us a fun fact or two” nick says sarcastically, motioning to you.
“uhm hey, i’m y/n l/n, and i do youtube” you chuckle softly, the awkward silence speaking for you.
you and the boys talk some more while eating, until boredom starts to get the best of nick.
“should we play dress to impress?” nick suggests.
matt looks at the chat with his eyebrows raised. “chat should we play dress to impress?”
everybody in the chat starts saying yes, which ultimately led to the group playing the game.
“ok wait, y/n you start” nick says, moving out of the main seat so you could sit.
“okay the theme is…” you begin, waiting for the theme to be known. “famous youtuber. oh i’m about to fucking cook”
“wait how do i like move my screen?” you ask, turning to matt.
“you jus’ gotta…here” he brings his hand over yours, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he adjust your screen.
“ah thanks” you say, hoping no one notices the way you were hardcore blushing.
you put on the exact outfit you’re wearing; blue jeans, cropped shirt, grey jacket, the outfit is sort of basic but nonetheless a good choice.
you finish your outfit and it’s time for the runway. it’s your turn, and you start doing poses.
“wait i’m gonna put y/n l/n in the chat so people know who i am” you say as you do that.
“oh my f- you ate down” nick compliments you as you thank him.
“yeah y’look great” matt says, smiling. “aw thank you” you swoon.
you hit the pose where you are on your hands and knees, leading to matt’s disapproval.
“i hate that fucking doggy position” he says, and everyone goes wild.
you begin to laugh at the joke, looking at matt with a slightly alarmed face.
the audience didn’t know you were dating matt, and you didn’t need them too. however matt saying this was ironic, seeing as, well, you and matt have tried that position before.
the people vote, and that leaves you to see what you got. the results are in, and you won first place.
you start cheering and laughing, moving out of the way for matt to do his turn.
a while passes, the boys do their rounds and get a couple victories, which leads to boredom.
“should we answer some questions from the chat?” chris suggests in an attempt to cure the bored haze in the room.
you all agree and the chat gets filled with questions.
“ooh okay this one is for y/n” nick begins. “when is your next collab with carrington coming out?”
“i don’t know actually but we should definitely collab again” you smile. “i had a blast last time we did”
the moment another guys name is mentioned, matts head turns. he’s now very invested in the conversation.
although he knows that you’re his girlfriend who wouldn’t leave him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous that another man made you so happy.
the group reads a couple more questions and statements from the chat.
“someone said they got their back blown out in fresh love…” nick reads. “what the fuck.”
everyone laughs in pure shock and disbelief at why someone would randomly say that.
“can i have a sip?” you ask matt, motioning to the drink sitting in front of him.
“yeah, ‘course” he says, handing you the drink. “chat we’re probably gonna hop off soon”
another fifteen minutes pass and matt was being touchy, touchier than normal.
you knew matt wasn’t all about pda, especially on stream, so you knew it was something rather urgent.
“okay guys that is all for todays stream, thank you so much for tuning in and there will be a new video out on friday, bye!” chris says, ending the stream.
the moment chris closed out of that stream matt was quick to rush his brothers out of his room, wanting to be alone with you.
once the boys were gone, matt cupped your face into a passionate and hungry kiss.
a little bit passes and you pull away to catch your breath.
“matt hun what’s up?” you giggle from the sudden embrace.
he pushes you down on the bed, planting soft kisses on your neck and jaw.
“please sweetheart” matt whispers. “i jus’ need y’so fuckin’ bad”
your heart starts pounding harder than normal and you feel a familiar heat growing between your legs.
let’s just say, matt got what he needed.
tessa’s notes… i am so sorry for being inactive ! thank u all for reading, this is rlly long yet so rushed lol. thought i would bring this au back, lmk if i should make a proper introduction !!
My eyes slowly flutter open while the sunlight pools into my and Matthew's shared bedroom through the curtains over the windows as the morning hours strike, glancing at my current surroundings I see the form of sleeping Matthew next to me with his tattoed arm softly draped over my waist. I can't help but stare at his adorable sleeping face for a few minutes, pbserving and taking in his facial features shadowed by the sunlight occupying the space around us in the moment.
Turning my head to lay flat against the soft pillow sitting currently beneath my head, I stare at the ceiling and come up with an idea to prepare breakfast and since Nick and Chris will be arriving later today to visit before they both have to attend to some meetings regarding their brands, I havent been told much yet but hope to get slightly more educated when they do arrive.
I pull the duvet away from my body, ready to exit the bed and start my day but Matthew’s hand that was previously laying down on my waist tightens its grip and subconsciously pulls me closer into his chest, holding me captive as he slowly stirs awake himself and buries his face into my hair as I hear him mumble something into them but I can’t quite make out the words.
“What was that, sleepyhead?” I ask softly, taking my eyes away from the ceiling and now on him, noticing him slowly coming back to consciousness and waking up from his slumber.
“…five more minutes” He repeats more clearly for me to understand him this time in a slight whine, his face still buried in my hair as I notice him inhaling the scent of them in that moment, still remaining half asleep and not fully awake yet.
When the words ‘five more minutes’ in that whiny tone from sleepy Matthew, knowing very well that in his state right now im not getting far with this conversation so I just chuckle under my breath at how clingy he's being and especially in the morning. Accepting my faith I place a soft kiss on his forehead and snuggle further into his chest, giving into his wishes.
“Only five more minutes, after that I gotta get up. Okay?” I clarified, glancing over at him to make sure he understands me but the only answer I receive is a groan of approval. Nodding his head against the top of my head as he softly pulls me impossibly closer into his chest as he can.
“I love you.” I whisper against his chest as I feel a smile growing on his face thats cuddled up into my hair, our bodies melting together as heat radiates off them and transfers them to the other persons skin, making it slightly tingle.
“Love you too.” He muttered as we continued to cuddle up against each other, suddenly I feel a hand starting to tickle me in ticklish places on my body. Out of instinct my body jerks away from the hand, while Matthew giggles under his breath and continuing his tickle assault.
The sudden tickles make me burst out in laughter as I return them, poking at his chest and starting to tickle him as well. Both of us end up as two laughing messes on the bed after only a few minutes passing by, I adore mornings like these with Matthew laughing next to me.
@hearts4werka
authors note: just a random blurb I wrote today in class out of boredom and while writing the drug dealer Chris fic and I might make it like three parts or two bc I’m writing their meeting rn and I don’t want it to be very long since the first part is already longer that I thought it would be so just say if y’all want it to be two parts of nah, luv y’all so much
