Pillow Princess
Summary: After weeks of teasing tension on tour, you and Matt share a hotel bed, and the unspoken attraction finally boils over. A heated encounter turns playful chemistry into real intimacy, ending with an emotional confession. R - Mature/Explicit 18+ (3k+ words)
TW: Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of sexual acts, BDSM themes (power dynamics, dominance/submission, consensual choking), Explicit language, Voyeurism/exhibitionism, Masturbation (pillow riding, jerking off), Rough sex, Emotional intimacy following explicit sexual activity
A/N: Hi I've written before but this is my first ever time posting something I've wrote so please be nice, comments and feedback are appreciated. Proof read by @thechratt-twins (The Matt Girl).
You’d been on the road with the triplets for weeks, long days, packed venues, endless inside jokes. Somewhere along the way, you and Matt had built your own rhythm: teasing each other constantly, pretending the spark between you didn’t exist.
When the guys decided to settle tonight's room situation with a game of rock-paper-scissors, you lost, or won, depending on how you looked at it. You and Matt were roommates for the night, but more than just that… you were sharing a bed.
“Don’t look too excited,” Matt teased as he disappeared into the room’s only bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the hotel room. You tried to focus on your phone, but your mind wandered, it had started doing it since the teasing had started to seem like more.
Then the door opened.
Matt stepped out with a towel hung low on his hips, water dripping from his hair and tattoos catching the dim light. You pretended to scroll through something on your screen, but your heart was beating way too fast for that to be believable.
“Cover your eyes, perv,” he said with a grin.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your head away. “Relax, superstar. No one’s trying to sneak a peek at your…”
The sound of the towel hitting the floor cut you off.
“...ego,” you finished weakly.
He laughed, slipping into grey sweatpants and climbing into the other side of the bed. “Sure thing.”
Once again you both fell into that simple rhythm, the two of you talking about the tour, about Nick’s terrible taste in snacks, about how Chris somehow always managed to lose his socks every show. It was easy. It was always easy with him. But there was something in the air tonight, quieter, heavier. His voice was softer when he spoke, his jokes lingered just a bit longer before fading into comfortable silence.
Matt leaned over you grabbing the remote, his body brushing yours making your swallow a whimper. He flicked through before stopping on a random comedy, the kind with bad jokes and fake laughter, he threw the remote aside and flopped back onto the bed beside you.
You tried to focus on the screen, but every time he laughed, your eyes flicked to him instead. His smile, those lips, the way his body moved when he laughed was all the more distracting than a movie.
After a few minutes, he caught you staring. “You’re supposed to watch the movie, not me,” he said, smirking, his hand reaching out to turn your head to the TV.
Your breath caught at his touch, pulse jumping. You knew you shouldn't read into it, Matt was always tactile with his friends, playful and easy-going. But lately, there has been a shift in his demeanor around just you. A certain heat in his gaze, a lingering energy that sent sparks through you...
"I am, shut up," you mumbled, turning your attention back to the movie. But your eyes kept darting to the side, stealing glances at his profile. The strong line of his jaw, the way his wet hair curled at the nape of his neck... Your mind conjured up images of that hair brushing against your neck as he buried his head there, hard thrusts of his cock making you scream...
The ringing of his phone startled you out of your reverie. Matt glanced at the screen and sighed, pushing himself up with a groan. "Sorry, I gotta take this. It's Nick." He rolled out of bed, stretching his lithe form in a way that made your mouth water.
You nodded mutely, biting your lip as you watched him saunter out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, you were like a woman possessed, you grabbed his pillow, breathing in his scent - sweet like cherries and something uniquely him. Your core clenched, your panties becoming soaked.
Before you knew what you were doing, you yanked your shorts and panties off and threw them to the floor, shoving his pillow between your thighs, your clit gliding against it with the perfect friction. You stifled a moan, hips rolling against his pillow as you pictured Matt under you, those blue eyes blazing with lust as he hit that perfect spot in you again and again.
You were so lost in the delicate pleasure his pillow created that you didn’t notice the quiet of Matt's footsteps on the carpet in the hallway or the soft creak of the door opening. Matt stopped in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him.
You threw your head back, naked form moving hypnotically, your thighs trembling with every roll of your hips, the pillow bunching under your fists. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his pulse racing as he realized what you were doing.
With a soft groan, he palmed himself, his fingers tracing the outline of his hardening length through the fabric. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, using his pillow as a substitute for him, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He leaned against the doorframe, his hand sliding into his sweats to grip his throbbing cock. His fingers tightened around his shaft, his breath hitching as he watched you arch your back, your moans filling the air.
You imagined it was Matt’s cock sliding into you, filling you, stretching you. You quickened your pace, your hips moving faster, falling forward, your hands clawing at the sheets. Matt matched your rhythm with his hand, stroking himself in time with your movements. The slick sounds of your arousal and his groans filled the room, a symphony of lust. His hand moved faster, his breath becoming ragged little gasps as he watched your bare skin moving against his pillow with a sensual cadence. His cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum leaking onto his fingers as he stroked himself harder and faster. The way your hips rolled against the pillow mimicked riding him perfectly—and it was driving him wild with desire. Matt decided he’d had enough of the one person show and wanted to be more involved. With one sharp movement, he pushed off the doorframe and swung the door open.
You were so close, so fucking close, when the sound of it startled you. You froze, eyes going wide as Matt walked in, cock already hard and glistening in the low light. He took one look at you and smirked.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" he growls, stalking closer like a predator zeroing in on its prey. "Little miss perfect fucking herself on my pillow?” His hand lunging at your throat, “Fuck that’s hot."
You whimpered, squirming where you lay as he loomed over you. "M-Matt, I... I wasn't... I mean..."
He cut off your stammered protest with a kiss, harsh and demanding, his hand tightening it’s grip. His tongue plundered your mouth, stealing your breath and replacing it with the taste of him. You melted beneath him, back arching as his hands roamed your body possessively.
"Fucking love how responsive you are," he groaned against your lips. "So eager for my touch." He wedged a knee between your thighs, pressing up against your aching core. You cried out, hips bucking into him desperately.
“Not yet princess. I want to watch you do exactly what you did before I walked in.” Matt reached over grabbing the forgotten object of your affection, in one fluid motion the pillow with the dark wet spot was in between the two of you. Wedging Matt further away from where you wanted him. To your surprise Matt slowly leaned over you to slide off the bed. This time his body movement was slower, like he knew you were watching him closer. Just as he thought, you watched his every move deliberately, waiting to see if he was genuinely upset he caught you on his pillow. He calmly walked over and sat down in the chair in the corner of the room.
Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried not to let him see your nerves from his unstated actions. It wasn’t until his eyes flicked up to yours, cock in his hand, slowly starting to stroke himself up and down in a way that almost teased himself too that you knew what he was waiting for.
"Go on, baby. Ride my pillow like the desperate slut you are, give me a proper show."
His hand moved slowly along his shaft as he watched you intently. His expression was a mix of hunger and amusement, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. He wanted to see how far you'd go now knowing he was watching every move.
He spread his legs wider, giving you a better view of his hand working his cock. "Come on, princess. Show me how bad you want it. How bad you want me." His voice was a low growl, challenging you. You looked at him slightly confused. "Use the pillow like you were using it before. Ride it like it's my fucking dick."
He watched as you slowly reached out and grabbed the pillow, pulling it towards you. He could see the slight flush creeping up your neck and cheeks, knowing that despite the embarrassment, you were turned on. "That's it," he urged, his hand moving faster on his own erection.
As you began to grind against the pillow, he moaned softly, his eyes locked onto the sight of you riding it, not secretly. The wet spot grew larger, spreading out as you soaked the fabric with your arousal. "Fuck, look at you," he groaned.
The sight of him touching himself while watching you made you whine, your hips bucking involuntarily against the pillow beneath you. "That's it, baby. Keep going," he encouraged, his hand moving faster along his length. "Look how fucking wet you're making my pillow. Such a good girl for me."
You couldn't stop yourself, grinding harder against the fabric, chasing that release you desperately needed. Your eyes stayed locked on his hand working his cock, imagining it was him beneath you instead of the pillow. The friction was perfect, hitting your clit just right with every roll of your hips. "Matt," you whimpered, your movements becoming more frantic.
"Yeah, that's right. Say my name while you fuck my pillow," he growled, his own breathing getting heavier. "Show me how you're gonna ride my cock.
The combination of his words, the sight of him stroking himself, and the pressure against your sensitive clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs trembled as you ground down harder, your arousal soaking through the pillowcase completely.
"Fuck, you're so hot like this," Matt groaned, his hand moving faster. "Come on, princess. Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart."
His words were your undoing. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out his name. Your hips jerked against the pillow as pleasure flooded through you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
Before you could fully come down from your high, Matt was moving. He crossed the room in two strides, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling you toward him. Your scalp tingled from the firm grip as he positioned you right in front of his hard cock.
"Open up, princess," he commanded, his voice rough with need.
Your lips parted automatically, and he didn't waste any time shoving his cock into your mouth. The taste of him flooded your senses as he pushed deeper, making you gag slightly before you adjusted. His hand tightened in your hair, controlling your movements as he began to fuck your mouth.
"That's it, take it," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward chasing his own release. "Such a good little slut for me."
But he wasn't done with the pillow yet. His free hand grabbed your hip, guiding you back down onto it. "Come on, baby, don't stop moving that sweet pussy on my pillow," he ordered, his cock still buried in your mouth. "Keep riding it while you suck my dick."
You moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips started moving again, grinding against the soaked pillow even though you were still sensitive from your orgasm. The dual sensations of his cock in your mouth and the pressure against your clit were overwhelming.
"Fuck, yes," Matt groaned, watching you work both the pillow and his cock. "Look at you, so desperate for it. You love this, don't you? Love being my good girl huh?"
You could only whimper in response, your jaw stretched wide around him as he continued to thrust into your mouth. Tears dripped down your cheeks as he fucked your face, his grip on your hair keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
After a few more minutes of using your mouth, he suddenly pulled you off with a wet pop. Before you could catch your breath, his hand wrapped around your neck and he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting himself on you as he pushed you backward onto the bed.
You whined when he removed the pillow from beneath you, missing the pressure immediately. But Matt just smirked against your lips knowing he had something you’d like more, his hand tightening slightly around your throat as he deepened the kiss.
"Don't worry, baby," he murmured against your mouth. "I'm gonna give you something so much better." His hand gripped your hips.
He began kissing and feeling his way over your body, his teeth scraping against your skin as he went. He bit down on your collarbone, then your breast, leaving marks that would definitely be visible tomorrow. You gasped and arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair.
Matt’s hands continued the path downward. When he reached your thighs, he spread them wide, biting down on the sensitive inner flesh hard enough to make you cry out, smoothing it over with his hand. His fingers ghosting over your soaked core.
"Matt, please," you begged, your hips trying to lift toward his hand.
"Please what?" he teased, biting your other thigh. "Use your words, princess."
"Please, I need you," you whimpered.
"Stay still," he ordered, his grip on your hips tightening. "Let me feel how wet you are for me."
His fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal. You tried to obey, but it was nearly impossible when he circled your clit with his thumb, his other fingers teasing your entrance.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, sliding two fingers inside you without warning. You cried out at the intrusion, your back arching off the bed as he immediately curled them to hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Fuck Matt, I'm gonna—" you couldn't even finish the sentence as he began pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb still working your clit in tight circles. He added a third finger, stretching you tenderly as he fucked you with his hand.
"That's it, princess. Cum on my fingers," he commanded, his pace relentless. "Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me."
Your second orgasm crashed over you hard, your thighs trying to close but his hand on your hip kept them spread wide as he worked you through it. His fingers didn't let up until you were shaking and oversensitive, your pussy clenching around them.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he said, his eyes dark with lust.
Before you could respond, he was kissing his way back up your body, leaving more bites and marks along the way. When he reached your neck, he bit down hard on the sensitive skin there, making you gasp. At the same time, you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," you gasped. "Please, Matt, I need you inside me."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you even more than his fingers had. The burn was intense but inviting, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Matt groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he bottomed out inside you. "Feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
He gave you a moment to adjust before he started moving, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust.
"Matt," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, you feel so good. So deep."
"Yeah?" he asked, his pace increasing. "You like feeling my cock deep inside you? Like being stretched around me?"
"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back against the pillow. "Love it. Love your cock."
He fucked you harder, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat again as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "Look at me," he demanded. "Want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you."
You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The intimacy of it combined with the rough way he was taking you made your head spin. His thumb pressed against your pulse point, feeling how fast your heart was racing.
"That's it," he groaned, his pace becoming brutal. "Take my cock like a good girl. Let me hear you scream my name."
The pressure on your throat, the way he was pounding into you, the intensity in his eyes—it was all too much. You could feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the last one.
"Matt, I'm gonna—" you tried to warn him, but he cut you off with a hard thrust that made you cry out.
"Not yet," he commanded, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "You don't cum until I say so. Understand?"
You whimpered, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. It was torture, being so close but not being allowed to fall over the edge. Every thrust pushed you closer, making it harder to obey.
"Please," you begged, tears forming in your eyes from the intensity. "Please, Matt, I need to cum. I can't hold it."
"Yes you can," he said firmly, though his own breathing was ragged. "Be my good girl and wait for me."
He fucked you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, and you could feel him throbbing inside you.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Matt groaned, his rhythm starting to falter. "So tight and wet. Gonna make me cum, baby."
"Please," you whimpered again. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad."
"Alright, princess," he said, his hand moving from your throat to your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Cum all over my cock."
With his permission granted, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenched around him rhythmically as pleasure flooded through you, so intense you saw stars. You screamed his name, your nails raking down his back as your body shook beneath him.
Matt fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were oversensitive and trembling. When you finally came down, he was still hard inside you, still moving with that same relentless pace.
"Matt," you whimpered, overstimulated but not wanting him to stop.
"I know, baby," he soothed, pressing kisses to your face. "Just a little more. You can take it."
After several minutes of the relentless pace, he suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss. "Get on top," he ordered, flipping onto his back. "Go on, baby, ride me like you did my pillow."
You scrambled to straddle him, sinking down onto his cock with a moan. Your thighs were already shaking from exhaustion, but you started to move, rolling your hips the same way you had on the pillow.
"That's it," Matt encouraged, his hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you look so good riding my cock. So much better than the pillow, isn't it?"
"So much better," you agreed breathlessly, your pace quickening. You braced your hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce on him harder.
But after a few minutes, your legs were burning and your movements became sloppy. Matt noticed immediately, his grip on your hips tightening. "Getting tired, baby? Let me help you."
He planted his feet on the bed and began thrusting up into you hard, taking over completely. The new angle had you crying out, your body going limp as he fucked up into you relentlessly. His cock hit deep, so deep you could feel him in your stomach.
"Matt, fuck, I can't—" you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Yes you can," he growled, flipping you over suddenly so you were on your back again. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he began to pound into you even harder than before.
The new position had him hitting impossibly deep, and you could feel another orgasm building despite how sensitive you were. His hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you screaming his name again.
"Gonna cum inside this tight pussy," Matt groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Gonna fill you up so good, princess. You want that? Want me to cum inside you?"
"Please," you begged, your nails raking down his arms. "Please, Matt, I need it."
A few more hard thrusts and he was groaning your name, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you. The feeling of him filling you triggered your own orgasm, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.
Matt collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard and covered in sweat. After a moment, he carefully pulled out and rolled to the side, immediately pulling you into his arms.
You curled into his chest, your body still trembling with aftershocks. His hand ran up and down your back soothingly as you both came down from the high.
"That was..." you started, not even sure how to finish the sentence.
"Yeah," Matt agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "That was fucking incredible."
You lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Matt spoke again, his voice softer than before. "So... we should probably talk about this."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Talk about what?"
"About us," he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. "Because I don't want this to be just a one-time thing. I don't want to go back to just being friends after this."
"You don't?" you asked, hope blooming in your chest.
"No," he said firmly. "I've wanted you for so long, and now that I've had you, I'm not letting you go. If you want this too, I mean, want to be more than friends."
A smile spread across your face. "I want that. I've wanted that for a while now, actually."
"Yeah?" Matt grinned, looking relieved. "Good. Because I'm pretty sure Chris and Nick are going to lose their minds when they find out, but I don't care. You're mine now."
"Yours," you agreed, snuggling closer to him.
He kissed you softly, so different from the rough, demanding kisses from earlier. This one was tender, full of promise for what was to come.
"We should probably clean up," you murmured against his lips, feeling his cum starting to leak out of you.
"In a minute," Matt said, tightening his arms around you. "Just want to hold you for a bit longer."
You didn't argue, content to stay wrapped up in his arms, feeling safe and wanted and completely satisfied.
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