𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 - 𝘤.𝘴 + 𝘮.𝘴 ☆
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 ) 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 ( 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘸/𝘰 "𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢." 𝘸𝘵𝘧 )
𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚𝘕𝘛 𝘈𝘕 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘊. 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭.
“what the fuck is an open relationship chris?” “you’re bored with me?” “you wanna fuck other girls?”
“babe, that’s not it!” “it’s just something i want to try.” “we’ve been getting into too many arguments.” “maybe we just need to branch out a little more,” chris sighed, attempting to explain himself with his hands.
after four years of high school, plus two more later, your relationship with chris was becoming … dull. you could say. you noticed chris was more secretive with his phone, he’d come home later than usual. in the back of your mind, you knew he still loved you. he was just bored.
“this feels like glorified cheating.” pissed, you crossed your arms, your throat had a dry lump.
“look, if you don’t want to do this. we don’t have too.” “it’s something I wanted to consider to see if it would fix us.”
“i love you.” chris’s face was sad. his arms engulfed you in a hug while your arms stayed at your sides.
“fuck it. go on your date.” defeated, you pushed your feelings to the side. “do you really think it’ll fix us?” you looked up at chris, upset. you didn’t want this, but you didn’t want to neglect what he wanted either.
“mhm.” “watch, we’ll cherish each other more.” chris nuzzled his head into your hair, happy that you obliged.
“you should go out too. it’ll be fun.”
“yeah maybe.”
an hour later, you watched your boyfriend get ready for a date. a date that you didn’t go on. he wore the cologne you loved, his favorite hat, and the matching ring you both bought on your second anniversary.
“I won’t be back late. I promise.” chris reached out for your hands, against his lips for a light kiss. “i love you, this is good for us.”
you nodded your head, swallowing the dry lump in your throat.
after chris left, you stayed in his bedroom. looking through your phone, not wanting to leave. you curled into a ball, engulfed in chris’s hoodie.
you heard a knock on the bedroom door. confused you say, “come in?”
matt opened the door slightly, and his head peeked through. a small smile on his lips, “hey, you wanna watch a movie?”
sniffling, you obliged and followed matt up to his bedroom. “chris told me about the date.” “stupid fucking idea.”
you lie down on his bed, watching matt shuffle movies on his tv. matt lay on his side, his arm supporting his head up.
“an open relationship. what the fuck is an open relationship?” matt scoffed, his tone irritated at his brother.
“it’s when a relationship is open to other people.” “so you have your girlfriend, but you can have sex with others.”
“chris told you that’s what he wants?” matt’s face was in disbelief.
“not necessarily, he said he thinks we’re in a rut and wants to figure out whether it’s us or if it’s him.”
“do you believe that it’s him or you?” matt’s gaze focused on you.
“don’t know, i couldn’t tell you.”
“well, are you bored?” matt asked
“i don’t know? i haven’t been with anyone else, so i don’t really know.” your face turned from the tv and to matt’s burning gaze.
“do you want to find out?” matt’s blue eyes darkened.
a burning sensation in your stomach turned. you weren’t sure if it was excitement or nervousness. maybe arousal. it definitely wasn’t a betrayal.
“mhm.” you hummed gently, immediately propping yourself up a bit with your elbows. matt’s thumb pulled down your bottom lip a bit. your breathing grew heavy but laced with desire.
matt lowered himself towards you, his lips right above yours. your hand in his hair, his hot breath on your lips.
“you sure you’re okay with this?” his voice low. “he’s still my brother.”
“he doesn’t care. neither should i,” you whisper. pulling his head closer, your lips landing on his.
both of your heads move in sync. matt sitting up as you follow. you move onto his lap, your hands in his hair as his own find the bottom of your hoodie.
“gonna take this off, feels weird.” both of you giggle as you shimmy out of chris’s hoodie.
“what? making out with your brother’s girlfriend or making out with me as im in his hoodie?”
“shhh, this is what he wanted.” matt smiled, coming back to your lips.
your hands come down to the bottom of his tank top, your hands feeling his soft skin. gentle hums leave your lips. your hands trail up so the shirt would slip off.
matt follows with your movements, his rough tank top comes off. your lips in connected to his, and both of your hands are feeling each other's clothes. antsy to remove them. in your head, you were conflicted. you know this was weird. it was your boyfriend's triplet brother, but didn’t chris want this? for you to explore others?
small moans from matt’s lips as your hands run on his bare chest. pulling off your tank top and leaving you in your bra, matt’s eyes widened. “gosh chris is so fucking stupid.”
“shh, don’t mention him.” you pull his neck close to you so your lips are back on his. sloppy kissing, saliva passing, handsy hands. your both tugging at each other’s bottoms. leaving you in your panties while matt is in his boxers.
“lie down for me, pretty,” matt whispered. his blue eyes staring into yours. you’ve never noticed how his gaze is deeper than his younger brothers.
laying down on his soft bed, you feel matt’s lips on your inner thighs. whines and whimpers are abrupt from your lips.
he stares at you, his hand gripping your thighs. hungry, he leaves wet kisses on your clothed clit. your hands grab for his hair as he sucks through your panties.
your stomach turns, a tingly feeling between your thighs. it was different. maybe it was the excitement that your pussy was getting eaten by your boyfriends brother. maybe it was the fact that you knew you shouldn’t be doing this. maybe it was the fact that matt moved your panties to the side and was now slobbering on your pussy.
“matt!” you whined, your legs shot up from the sudden sensation in between them, but matt quickly brought them back down. “relax, pretty girl.”
matt’s short nails digging into your thighs, his tongue teasing your swollen bud, his lips sucking as his tongue moved around in circles. “f-fuck matt!”
whining, your stomach churned. you're gripping his hair, your eyes rolled back as your back arched. you couldn’t, you needed more of him. you needed to feel him. all of him.
“matt, matt.” you whined, you’re trying to move him away, but he couldn’t stop. he loved how you tasted, he loved watching your slick drip on his chin and his bed sheets.
“matthew,” you moaned, you couldn’t hold it any longer. you found yourself humping his face. his tongue now teasing your sopping hole as you rutted your pussy against his nose like a dog in heat. your mind clouded, your thoughts crumbled, you couldn’t hold it. whining like a dog, you couldn’t stop whimpering matt’s pretty name. “m-matthew, g-gonna fuck!” you whimpered.
matt looked up, his eyes dark. he looked at you with a smirk and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “what a shame. my dumbass brother doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”
“fuck me.” you positioned yourself on your knees, your lips agape as you stared at matt’s fucked out face. his lips were red, cheeks flushed, and sweat on his forehead, as his hair was a mess since you held onto it for dear life.
“yeah? you need me?” matt teased as his hand came down to your clit again. feeling the wet mess you made. “ask baby, ask me again.”
“matt fuck me.” you begged, pathetically asking for your boyfriend’s brother’s cock. “one more time darling.” matt’s hand on your chin, holding your head up.
“beg for me babygirl.” his cock twitched in his boxers. his brothers girlfriend begging for him to fuck her. “please matt.” “please, i’m begging you. fuck me.”
“attagirl.” “turn for me, baby.” immediately turning around, you’re met with matt’s floor-length mirror. with a forceful push, he kneeled you down on your hands and knees. your back arched as you felt matt’s hard on align with your pussy. his hand traced your inner thighs, your slick dripping down on them.
watching your reflection, his fingers come to your lips. “taste yourself, honey.” your tongue licked between his fingers, your slick coating your tongue. watching yourself suck matt’s fingers made you mewl.
matt removed his fingers and used his hand to hold onto your shoulders. his hips thrusting inside you slowly, painfully slow. a loud groan erupted from your throat, and your body dropped to the mattress.
“i know honey, i know.” matt groaned at your pussy gaping around his tip. trying his hardest not to shove himself inside your pussy, he’s trying his best to be considerate with you. “f-fuck, you’re so wet baby.”
thrusting himself a little deeper, your back arches as your fingers grip the bed. “matt!” you moan, “so fucking big.” you whine into the bed.
matt slips in completely, thrusting his hips. his mouth falls agape, watching himself fuck you. skin slapping and your pussy squelching fills matt’s small room.
“god matthew!” you cry, grabbing a pillow to moan into. matt groans, your pussy taking him in so well. your slick making it easy to thrust into you sloppily.
“so fucking stupid. c-can’t believe he’s this fucking stupid.” matt says in between thrusts. drunk with sex, his mind cloudy. he can’t stop groaning. his body hot, his lips gaped a bit as he lazily fucked you.
the mirror captures the lewd scene, matt bottoms out as he lazily hits your sweet spot. you thought you’d bite your lips until they bled. moaning into the pillow, you couldn’t take it any longer. you felt your edge coming close.
matt sloppily fucking you till his stomach churned as well, watching your fucked out face, your tits bouncing as your ass smacking against his crotch, his cock buried in your pussy, he was reaching his end too. “cum with my darling, please?”
“matt!” you cried, looking back at him, watching him rut into you. “gonna cum matt!” you groaned as your orgasm came over, your cum coating matt’s cock as your pussy squirted. his dark orange sheets soaking up your mess. this drove matt over his edge. watching your pussy squirt, he couldn’t hold it anymore. with a low groan, his hot seed poured into you. sloppily thrusting, his hands gripping your hips.
“holy shit.” matt exhaled. slipping out of you slowly one he composed himself. “that was fucking incredible.”
your body limp on his bed. you turn over on your back, breathing heavily. matt smiled gently and kissed your cheek. “i enjoyed myself. did you?”
returning his smile, you kissed his lips. “i did, thank you.” matt smiled in the kiss. “you wanna shower in my bathroom?”
“please.” you scuffled over to his bathroom, turning on the shower water.
matt began to dress himself, but he heard your phone vibrate on his desk.
imessage from: chris <3 “hey baby, i realized this isn’t what i wanted. on my way back home.”
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