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jebiwonutty · 22 days

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familiarity | seok matthew x reader

wc: 3.2k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

heavily gendered descriptions, fingering f!receiving, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, matthew is a little forceful but consent is still clear!

synopsis:

‘was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?’

a hazy summer day with your childhood best friend takes a very unexpected turn. two beating hearts, lingering gazes and dark thoughts lead to something more.

a/n: cross posted on wattpad and ao3 by moi. available on both platforms through user @/chaesparkle

"matthew stop! i'm serious, stop!" you begged between giggles as matthew chased you with a hose.

"NEVERR!" he booms in a mock-villain voice before flashing that big goofy grin of his and continuing to attack you.

a hot summer day spent at matthew's house, the two of you had somehow went from mowing the lawn to a crazed water fight.

you both sprinted around the lawn barefoot soaking each other with water before you finally yielded and declared him the winner of the stupid battle, to which he did a goofy celebration dance and sung in joy.

"ha ha, i win, you lose!" he sings in the most irritating tone ever. you can't help but scoff and smile to yourself at how happy he looks.

ever since you were toddlers, you and matthew had been the best of friends. you'd played with teddies and action figures together, walked to school together, gone on family holidays with all your parents together.

you'd grown apart a little after you'd moved away, but coming back to your hometown and spending summers with him connected you with the warm familiarity of your childhood best friend, and you had always found yourself chatting and squabbling like no time had passed. you hated to admit it, but you were both very dear to eachother.

but right now, he was just being his usual annoying self.

"for god's sake matthew, you don't have to do a celebration dance every time you win something!" you whine, raising your arm to punch him on the shoulder.

"or what?" he says, grabbing your wrist mid-air to halt it.

a second passes between you, the humid summer air suddenly blanketing around you uncomfortably. matthew looks right into your eyes, panting gently with that sunny smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the effect he'd had on you. your eyes waver, lost for a moment in his deep brown gaze.

in that loaded moment you became aware of his half buttoned shirt and the muscled chest that rose and fell against yours, glistening beads of water sitting on his smooth skin. his grip on your wrist is firm and your flesh in contact with his seems to tingle.

was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?

you snapped out of your trance shocked at your wandering thoughts. truthfully speaking, you had budding feelings for him ever since you moved out and found yourself missing his presence beside you everyday. but you'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

because he was just... matthew. your matthew. cute adorable matthew. though he looked far from adorable with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned like that...

'what the hell?? get a damn grip.' you mentally scolded yourself, your once again strange thoughts making you shudder.

besides, what was the point in nurturing feelings for him? you could tell by the way he treated you like a little brother that he'd never see you that way. the easy thing to do was just carry on like always.

matthew observed you in this reverie, furrowing his brows.

"you good?" he asked, slight concern behind his eyes.

"..yeah, duh, why wouldn't i be?" you shoot back, removing your wrist with an awkward cough.

"because you're being a weirdo, weirdo." he jabs, poking your forehead with a grin on his face.

that was it. you start chasing eachother all over again, him running and you screeching abuse at him loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

never a boring day with him, honestly.

you both crash through the front door and raid the freezer for popsicles, sweating and out of breath from both the heat outside and your demented tussle. matthew sits on the couch while you splay yourself out on the cool floor, both licking your popsicles absentmindedly.

"where's your mom?" you ask, turning onto your side and resting your head on your palm.

"on some bachelorette trip. you know our neighbour linda? she's getting married for the third time."

"husband number three already? damn, the woman's getting more action than me." you laugh in amusement.

"anyone can get more action than you, loser."

"um, excuse me!" you reply in mock offence clutching your chest. 'i am not a loser. i'm the picture of charm and sensuality.' you toss your hair and snoot your nose up at him.

"sure you are, marilyn monroe." he scoffs.

"you're just jealous you don't get bitches like me."

"oh really? have we forgotten what happened with keeho?"

you choke on your popsicle and go into a coughing fit, caught off guard by the mention of matthew's friend who'd asked you out a while ago.

"that was just a fluke..." you mumbled.

"i don't think so."

"it was!"

"you scared him off for life, man!" matthew exclaims, bursting into laughter at the memory.

matthew had introduced keeho to you at a mutual friend's birthday party a few years ago. you didn't talk much but he ended up asking you on a date- and your awkward teenage self had been too shy to say no. so... you went on a truly disastrous date with him that ended in you bursting into nervous laughter and lapsing into vine references when you thought he was going to kiss you.

needless to say, he was not interested after that.

"i genuinely need to ask why of all vine references you chose the krusty krab one.."

"i don't know," you groaned.

he continues laughing. "you literally sung the whole song while he just sat there. were you trying to join american idol?" he snorts.

"SHUT UP MAN," you complain. the sight of you cringing and embarrassed only makes him laugh harder. you narrow your eyes for revenge.

'okay, riddle me this then! why the hell did you decide a good way to confess to belle was to sing that cringy song for her in a fedora?? in front of the whole class?'

"hey, we were nine years old! and the fedora was fitting for the time."

"i'm afraid no time period excuses the abomination that is a fedora hat."

"you know she loved it."

"she literally laughed in your face and bullied you for the rest of the year."

"duh, because she was shocked at her overwhelming feelings for me and the aggression was a coping mechanism!"

you burst into laughter at how nonsensical this conversation was getting and shake your head. honestly sometimes this boy just talks to talk.

"your brain is strange as fuck, man. no girl can understand your thought process."

"apart from you." he responds absentmindedly.

a beat.

"yeah. apart from me." you respond after a second, heart thumping again like earlier. you quickly turn away from him, flustered and wanting to hide the blush seeping onto your cheeks.

you take the remote and hurriedly switch on the tv to distract yourself. watching for a while, you eventually zone out and forget about the weird moments earlier. you still feel tired from the water fight and stretch out on the floor. the white sundress with delicate tie straps you wear is still a little damp, the cotton cool against your skin.

"um.. why don't you get off the floor? you're wearing white, too." matthew comments, voice constricting suddenly,

"i don't wanna."

oblivious, you smile and stretch your limbs out. 'it's comfy here. you should lie down too.'

"i'm good." he replies a second too late, eyes wavering.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. "why not? come, lie down."

"forget it."

"whyy?" you whine, in a mood to annoy him since he wasn't responding. you begin chanting at a million syllables a second: 'why why why why why why why why why wh-'

then all of a sudden he is lying down... on top of you. his body over yours with his hand over your mouth to silence you.

what you were unaware of was that matthew's heart had also been racing for you. and maybe it was the balmy summer heat, or your mischievous smile, or the way the sunlight shone on your skin that he just wanted to stroke and kiss every inch of.

but he had been overtaken by all consuming desire.

hands gripping the sofa cushion with his teeth gritted, matthew had felt his bulge strain against his shorts. the tantalising view of you laying before him had drove him near madness. the creamy skin of your shoulders on display and visible nipples underneath the white fabric made him increasingly aware of the blood rushing to his cock. an angelic ingénue surrounded by a soft halo of hair splayed on the floor. a soft white peach ready for him to devour.

and the way you called out to him completely unaware of your dress riding up to show your coquettish pink panties, the flimsy tie strap falling down, so easy for him to untie with a simple tug of the string...

he had acted before thinking and found himself on top of you. the way your eyes widened and the heat of your warm breath on his palm didn't alleviate the pounding in his heart.

and now here you are, inches apart on the cool floor.

you stare into each others eyes for several seconds, the air heavy and peppered with the distant sounds of cicadas outside. something in his gaze had changed as he stares at you intensely. you'd never seen him look at you like that before.

"you can't just tell me to lie down without a care in the world. i'm a man too, you know." he says in a low voice.

"..w-what do you mean?" you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

his jaw clenches for a second before he breaks into a smirk and fixes the strap that had fallen off your shoulder.

"did you know your dress is see through?" he whispers, fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

your face heats up at the realisation of what he's been seeing the whole time. your heart starts pounding.

with a soft smile, matthew closes his eyes and kisses you gently. your eyes flutter shut and you kiss back shyly, heart pounding knowing that deep down you'd been wishing for this to happen. his lips taste of strawberries and cream.

and your desire becomes even clearer when you feel his growing erection against your pelvis. a wave of pleasure washes through your body, starting from your wet core and blooming in your sternum. you deepen the kiss, hungry for him.

"please. want you so bad." he moans between your lips before burying his head in the crevice of your neck and planting hot kisses on your skin.

as he sucks and nibbles at your neck he runs a finger along your drenched panties, prompting a sharp intake of air from you at his touch. in a rushed movement he removes your panties with one hand and begins to massage your throbbing clit in circular motions.

"you're so wet for me already." he remarks breathlessly,

"oh my god, matthew..." you moan in sheer euphoria.

he slides a finger into your core while stimulating your clit with his thumb and you gasp in pleasure. kissing you deeply, he runs his tongue along the line of your teeth and you softly bite his bottom lip in response. matthew slides another finger into your center prompting a deep moan.

"mmnh, keep going," you whimper, the feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the stimulation to your clit almost being too much to bear.

eyes fixated on your face, he begins to rub your clit intermittently. going at it then stopping for a second before repeating the process several times when he felt you were getting close. this only increases your yearning and you whimper in submission, hips grinding to match the pace of his fingers whenever they made contact with your dripping wet core.

head spinning, whimpers escape your lips as he edges you. he begins to space out his movements, going a few more seconds without touching you each time. this drives you insane and you find your body being controlled like a puppet on strings under his touch. your pelvis jerks sharply now whenever his fingers made contact with your clit, mouth muttering indecipherable words, eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed. you feel your climax coming closer already.

"ah, matthew... that feels so good.." you moan softly.

he regards you for a second, taking in your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. the view of you an utter mess just from his fingers sends him on a further descent into madness and he kisses your neck hungrily as if to consume you.

he couldn't take it anymore. he had to take you right here on the floor.

hastily pulling down his pants to reveal his fully grown erection, he pumps it a couple of times before aligning it with your throbbing pussy. running the tip up and down the length of it to wetten his cock. you take a sharp intake of breath in response, head spinning from the stimulation.

just before he enters you, he locks eyes with you and brushes the hair out of your face.

"are you sure?" he breathes, pupils wavering.

you nod with yearning, and he smiles and kisses your forehead.

with painstaking care he pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, allowing your pussy to get used to his size.

you throw your head back and moan as your pussy takes his girthy length, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it throb like crazy. a tear escapes your eye from the pressure. matthew wipes it away gently with the back of his hand and brushes the hair out of your eyes.

"such a good girl. you're taking my cock so well for me." he whispers. the sound of his impassioned voice combined with the feeling of him inside you sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

he fucks you slowly, deliberately, tip hitting your g spot with every impassioned thrust making your pussy clench tantalisingly around his length.

you throw your head back and feel his cool fingers trace the line of your neck running down to your shoulder, where with a gentle tug he undoes the tie of your sundress. the soft material slips off easily revealing your pert breasts. he cups one in his hand and licks tantalisingly at your hardened nipple, biting gently prompting a soft yelp from you.

you run your hands through his thick hair, gazing up at him between half lidded eyes. as you make eye contact he kisses you once again. you moan between his lips in ecstasy at the sensation of his strong hands exploring your body and his soft lips on yours.

in a swift movement he picks you up off the floor and presses your body against the wall, your arms around his neck for support while he hold you by your legs. you gasp as your back makes contact with the cold wall and center throbs once again at his effortless show of strength. his muscled arms flex as they grip your thighs, hips moving rapidly as he begins to pound you.

you cry out deeply as you receive his sloppy thrusts, pussy clenching tighter around his length driving him crazy.

"ah! f-fuck.. oh my god...matthew, i.." you moan desperately, unable to form a sentence at the way the feeling of his cock inside you clouds your mind.

he lets out a moan at the amalgam of sensations you're making him feel; the feeling of being inside your throbbing pussy, the way his arms burn from holding you against the wall, and your fucked out face right before him unable to do anything but stammer and take his cock. eyes watering, cheeks red, face contorted in a visage of pleasure.

he has you laying on the couch beneath him in a flash with your legs wrapped around his thighs while you lay gazing up at him fucking you in a trance, hair a fluffy mess and sweat glistening on his skin.

he's struggling not to cum from the view beneath him, your perfect tits bouncing with the movement driving him insane. you can feel your high slowly creeping up on you as his thrusts grow stronger, prompting a loud moan from you at every single movement.

"fuck.. matthew... i'm close.." you manage to choke out as your eyes flutter closed in euphoria, focusing on feeling how wet your pussy is and the way matthew's cock gradually brings you to orgasm.

"me too. cum for me baby, come on." he rasps.

and the moment washes over you both like water. he moans deeply as he finishes, hot cum pumping inside you while your walls clench around him milking his cock of every drop of cum. simultaneously you moan with your eyes closed and palm on your forehead, hips undulating as you ride out your orgasm.

in a daze, you open your eyes lazily as he pulls out, cum seeping out of your center making your pussy twitch. matthew leans down to kiss you, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. in that moment, you realise just how much you've fallen for him. you kiss back passionately and whisper: "thank you.." through half lidded eyes.

the late afternoon sunshine shines through the net curtains casting an array of shapes onto yours and matthew's skin.

you lay in a tangle of white bedsheets, unclothed and in a state of giggly bliss. matthew's hair is still a little damp from the shower you'd taken together- him insisting on soaping your body and making sure you weren't aching too much from the session. he'd even towelled you dry and brought you snacks afterwards.

and now he's here whispering sweet nothings into your ear and tracing circles on your palm, sunlight shining a golden glow on his milky skin.

you kiss his neck and he lets out a soft laugh, peering down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

"was it not sudden to you?" he asks.

"hm?" you reply.

"what we just did.." he says, sentence trailing off as his cheeks pinken a little.

you laugh at his sudden docility, so different from the boldness he had showed just an hour ago. you prop your head up on your hand then interlock your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes.

"no," you answer. you stroke his knuckles with your thumb softly. 'i've felt this way about you for a while.'

"really?"

"mhmm."

"how didn't i notice before? i mean... i've liked you for a long time."

"because you're stupid." you burst out into giggles. 'why else do you think i bombed it with keeho?'

his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"wait, so... you mean you did that on purpose? because you liked me?"

you laugh and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier."

"hmmm," he replies in mock thought. 'so you seduced me on purpose today?'

"oh, that was completely by chance. i told you im irresistible."

"well, that's true..." he says, before pulling the sheet over your heads and planting a thousand kisses all over your body.

you yelp and laugh and ruffle his hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your waist, before he sinks further down to plant a kiss on your pelvis. he looks up at you like a golden retriever and you both know you're ready to start this all over again.

he smiles that gorgeous smile of his. the smile that's always been there ever since you were kids. your beautiful matthew.

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jebiwonutty · 2 months

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Guys um...hear me out on this djsjdjfkf

Like um...he's so buff, so fine sjajskfkfjf

HEAR ME OUT: casually hanging out with Matthew, just chilling and chatting and he can't stop staring at you! You just looked so pretty with a skirt on (I HATE SKIRTS, ANTI SKIRTS LET'S FUCKING BAN THEM PLEASE-) that exposed your thighs way too much to get him so worked up that he has to lick his lips to try and control himself, while getting all sorts of dirty thoughts. Let's just say...later he ends up being between your legs, his arms wrapped around your thighs and not letting you escape as he sucks on your clit like he's never eaten anything before and fucks you with his fingers, watching you writhe and moan from how good he's making you feel. That just boosts his ego so damn much that he has to make you cum from his tongue and fingers at least 2 or 3 times before he gets to fuck you, he's not gonna let go at all and would probably not fuck you at all if he gets too much pussy drunk, he'd get so sloppy, his fingers curling up inside you to hit at your g-spot while his lips are still attached to your clit, he's addicted and it's 100% guaranteed you won't be able to walk for the next few days.

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jebiwonutty · 2 months

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Guys um...hear me out on this djsjdjfkf

Like um...he's so buff, so fine sjajskfkfjf

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jebiwonutty · 2 months

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12:22pm ౨ৎ jung sungchan

fem!reader + 정성찬 ,, smut (brief fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie). minors do not interact. 1.5k

SUNGCHAN WAS NEVER able to keep his hands to himself, so you don't know why today of all days, on a beach date, you decided to him the benefit of the doubt.

Knowing that the moment you shed your swimsuit cover and he caught sight of your skimpy bikini bottoms, his lips would race to tease the skin of your jaw, hushed pleads parting his throat in an attempt to let him just touch you a little bit.

A little bit.

For the most part, he stays true to his word. He lets his eyes do most of the work—letting them wander over every inch of your body, calloused fingers following his line of sight with praises making their way past his lips at how beautiful you are. For him, he decides.

"So pretty." Sungchan sighs softly, hands kneading the skin of your thigh pressed against him.

He thinks he's being sneaky. He thinks you won't notice his fingers inching closer to the edge of your bottoms. He almost whines when you do notice, letting your fingers intertwine with his as you pull his hand away.

"We're in public." You turn to give him a pointed look, and all he can manage to give you in return is pleading eyes, letting his lip tuck between his teeth. He doesn't miss a beat in leading your hand to graze over his swim shorts.

"So? Like that's stopped us before." He retorts, and his fingers are quick to squeeze yours over his bulge, and his eyes are staring into yours as a way of saying 'look what you do to me.' "There's barely even anyone near us. I see like two people."

He's met with silence when you extend your finger to point to the shore of the ocean. His eyes follow, gaze narrowing as he squints to see what you're motioning to. He lets out a scoff when he finally sees, "Him?"

You hum and his head is back towards you with an expression none short of utter bewilderment, "He’s not paying any mind to us, baby. Please. I'll get on my knees, right here and now, if I have to."

For a second, you almost just want to laugh at how needy your boyfriend is. You find humor in the fact that it's often you see this side of him when all you're doing is simply existing.

But it wasn't like you didn't like the attention.

Not like you didn't like how good he promised to make you feel—much like now, and how he always kept his promise.

After a short moment of silence, "Fine. Be quick."

Sungchan has never moved faster.

He can't be bothered to pull your bottoms to the side so he settles on undoing one of the strings. His mouth is slack when he sees how wet you are, but he keeps his words to himself—there’s no time to waste as the pad of his thumb rubs annoyingly slow circles against your clit.

Your hands grasp the beach towel underneath you, and it’s your turn to whine, “Fuck. Stop teasing.”

“Can’t help it…Shit. You’re too pretty to ruin.” He all but mutters to himself, voice low in an attempt to contain how badly he wants to have you screaming his name for everyone to hear.

The sight of you sat next to him, knees parted and your pretty little cunt glistening beats the shoreline by miles. And it was all just for him.

His finger drags a straight line through your folds and you miss the way the corner of his lip quirks up when your hand comes to grasp his wrist. He takes it as a warning, and it isn’t long before he’s easing a slender finger inside of you.

His name parts your lips in an obscene whimper, and it’s like a symphony to his ears.

It’s almost like your body was waiting for his touch. Aching for it, at best, especially with the way his finger is sucked in as soon as the tip of it prods your slicked hole, and he’s letting out a shaky breath before he can catch himself.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long if I don’t fuck you now.”

You can’t even attempt to question him because before you can manage opening your mouth to speak, the male is pulling his finger out of you with a sickening squelch, before he’s lifting his hips up to pull his shorts down, and you get it.

You would’ve thought he’d been edged a million times with how swollen and leaky the tip of his cock is, slapping sharp against the bare skin of his stomach as he pulls you closer, rough in angling your body so that you’re in a spooning position and his cock is repositioned to press flush against the skin of your thighs.

His head is on your shoulder and he strokes himself approximately three times before pressing the tip against your sopping hole. It wasn’t like his finger in the slightest, how easy it was to be welcomed by your velvety walls. It wasn’t like that at all.

You’ve taken him countless times, in countless positions, and nothing will ever prepare you for the stretch of his cock. Nor will Sungchan ever be prepared for how tight you are.

He’ll never be prepared for the antagonizing halt of his movements as he waits for you to adjust to his size, muted cries leaving your mouth slack while his thumbs provide the slightest bit of comfort in rubbing circles on your hip, lips peppering small kisses on your bare shoulder.

“Relax, baby,” His voice is right next to your ear and his chest is so warm against your back. “So tight I can barely fit.”

Miraculously, you do relax. You relax enough for him to bury his cock inside of you to the hilt, and you swear the stretch leaves you seeing stars.

His movements are agonizingly slow. He pulls out almost completely, leaving his tip in, before pushing back in with a grunt, “Will never get used to this.”

“I—“ Words part your lips nothing short of incoherent jumbles when he starts to set the pace, fingers heavy on the skin of your hips as he pulls your hips to meet his in a less than steady thrust.

“Don’t—nngh… even have to say anything.” He grunts, and you really don’t. Words transcends the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him every time his pelvic bone meets your backside, not to mention the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix with every cant of his hips, “Just let me hear you. Feels so fucking good. Could fuck you every second of the day just to hear your pretty little noises.”

Not even a second later he’s reaching foward to place the pad of his middle finger on your clit and you’re letting out a mewl, allowing your head to fall forward as his cock continues its assault on your insides.

If there’s anyone watching, you can only hope they’re enjoying the view. You don’t care at this point. You cannot express how much you don’t care if anyone is watching you get completely and wholly ruined by your boyfriend because quite frankly—it’s impossible to think about anything other than just that.

“So close.” Your words come out slurred from your clenched teeth, feeling the coil in your stomach get tighter with every thrust, and you’re sure he’s close too with how sloppy his thrusts are getting, digit still rubbing harshly against your bundle of nerves.

"Whenever you're ready, baby. Just let go." He all but heaves into the shell of your ear, kissing the skin softly while taking notice of how you rock your hips back to meet his. His knee pushes the back of your thigh upwards to let him bury his cock even deeper--Which surprisingly was possible.

A choked out moan that can be described as none lesser than utterly pornographic falls from your lips before you manage to catch it. Your walls flutter over his cock and he thanks the lucky stars his orgasm approaches simultaneously—his balls twitch, his hips stagger and before you can realize, hot spurts of his cum are coating the inside of your cunt.

The sound of the waves hitting the shore and faint chatters from a distance are obnoxiously loud as you both attempt to stabilize your breathing, and you're brought back to where you're sat. His cheeks are flushed beyond realization, and if he looks like that—you don't even want to think about what you look like.

"We should.." You barely manage to get the words out from the sheer exhaustion, cutting yourself off with a huff of air at the feeling of him pulling out of you and the way his cum trickles out of your puffy cunt.

"We should." He hums in agreement, his voice gentle as he reties the side of your bottoms. Your body is sore when he helps you lift yourself up into a sitting position, trying to bite back a cheeky smile you were all too familiar with.

"Don't want to hear it." You grumble, feeling the embarrassment finally settle in your chest when you finally manage to scan the beach again for any stray peepers. He breathes a laugh as he pulls his shorts back up.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

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jebiwonutty · 5 months

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wonbin gives me the energy of slow and messy make out-er. he likes using his tongue—exploring every part of your mouth. the lewd wet sounds of your mouths smacking against each other is so hot to him. letting strings of saliva hang off each others lips when he detaches his mouth from yours. . .his favorite. he will slowly move his head back just to see how long the saliva can stretch before it breaks. you love putting on really sweet and fruity lipglosses for him just so he can basically eat it off your lips. “mmmh. . .strawberry?. . .wait” he attaches his lips back to yours . moves his head away again “no, cherry” . . .guessing the flavor like his life depends on it. he wants to make out with you till his lips are swollen . till your lips are swollen . till each others lips are sore and numb from the friction. when you have to remove your mouth off his to catch your breath . he 100% will smirk against your mouth when he knows you cant take it anymore. hes not finished so he goes for your neck. still slow and messy. desperately whining against it. leaving you with a wet candied mark like you were his last meal. . .thats the only right way to finish off this session for him

#wonbin

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jebiwonutty · 6 months

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Just popping in to say Matthew is a pervert and would hump your pussy during one of his lives.

You were absolutely needy and annoying tf out of him while he was on live and distracting him, he would pull you at an angle the camera wouldnt be able to see and motion for you to keep quiet

He would finger you so hard tears would come flowing on your eyes. He just lovesto see the mess you are for him.

And best believe that when his live is done he would grab you by your hair and pull you on your four. Dirty talking on you and telling you how bratty you are for him

You would not sleep until you have learnt your lesson

#im leaving again bye #zb1 hard hour #zb1 smut #matthew smut #matthew hard hour

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jebiwonutty · 6 months

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Thinking about Matthew grabbing your face after a blowjob. Smiling as he tells you how pretty you look with his cum all over your face. "Cutest thing I've ever seen." He'd mutter, and you like his seed off your lips in response before he pulls in for a kiss!!

Don't bother cleaning it up either, he's not going to give you the chance to. He's too busy shoving your face in the mattress as soon as he gets hard again. And trust me, after seeing your face painted with cum? You won't be waiting long!!

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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(It's Rose it's just my other account lol)

This was so GOOD ??? I can't believe it was your first time writing smut due to how good it was.

Like the plot ? The sexy time? I loved Needy Matthew and I loved jealous Woong.

All the feels were there and it was incredible. I loved every single word of it !

Also jiwoong realising that he has a sharing problem ? Amazing take all my money

jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

┈•┈୨୧┈•┈ PART 1 HERE

The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious.

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…”

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.”

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit.

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses.

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary.

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length.

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard.

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.”

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”.

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower.

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.”

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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HAVE YOU SEEN WAKEONEZ'S FANMEETING??? I'M GOING CRAZY OVER HANBIN AND JEONGHYEON BECAUSE THEY BOTH EXPOSED THEIR ABS, BUT JEONGHYEON LIFT HIS SHIRT UP UNTIL HE SHOWED HIS NIPS LIKE?#?!#,#?$?$?$3!($!3 I CANTSBDNBSJD (ANY DIRTY THOUGHS FOR THIS THO? 🥹😫🥹😫)

HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING ISTG

Imagine gym sex with him?!? you couldn’t handle the way his abs flexed with every sit up.. getting wetter by the second. jeonghyeon noticed the way your thighs rub together every time but he just laughed as he walked over to you, “if you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just said so” he said before sitting you down in front of a mirror and spreading your legs wide open after he takes your gym clothing off. He suddenly went weed two of his fingers inside you, other hand holding your chin up to look at the mirror “j-jeongie” you managed to moan out as the pad of his fingers hit that spongy spot inside of you. In no time you squirted all over the mirror he chuckled before he gave a few slaps to your pussy.

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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since ur getting on the keita train... sub!keita thoughts?

keita hard hours open!

it was one of those days when you're feeling so lethargic, you could melt into a puddle of sweat and boredom. it not that you're anticipating to do something, too, you just didn't have any energy - not even for sleep. of course, it just had to coincide with keita's "days" when he's feeling painfully needy out of the blue. you were lying in bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating every single decision you made and imagining every other possible outcomes if it was slightly different. you heard the door creak open and you knew who it was but didn't move a muscle. he slowly entered the room until you heard the door click. the sound of his socks stepping onto the carpet echoed through your ears. he slowly climed on top of you, hugging you and rubbing his face on your chest. "ngh... mommy..." keita grumbled while slightly squirming from your skins touching. "what's wrong, baby?" you caressed his back and push back his hair to look at him. "mmm... want... you..." he started kissing and sucking on your neck. "aww, im sorry baby, im don't feel like doing anything today. you can help yourself" you slightly pushed him to sit up before removing your shorts and panties and laying back down, spreading your legs. keita froze. you've never let him top before, he wasn't even sure if he knew how to. you spat in your hand and rubbed it all over your pussy, acting as lube. "there" you said nonchalantly as you continued gazing at the fluorescent light on the ceiling. he removed his boxers before crawling back on top of you, slowly inserting his hardened member inside your tight walls, making him groan and whimper in response. he waited for a few seconds before starting out slow. his thrusts were sloppy, almost as if he was barely even moving. his big erection remained buried in your cunt without any movement. "hm? why aren't you doing anything?" you lifted upper body weight using your elbows to look at him. "i-its different when y-you do it..." he shivered, tears welling up his eyes. finally, you caved in and kiss him before pushing him off you, making him sit on the bed. you got up and sat on his dick and without warning, started riding him. sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the room as you gradually increased your pace. he had both of his hands on your boobs, squeezing it to help with the stimulation. you threw your head back as you grabbed onto his shoulders, bouncing hard and fast, making the bed creak and shake. "so close..." keita whined. "im close too, baby... fuck..." you tightened your walls around his dick, making him to finally reach his high and release inside you as you followed right after. aftercare was always the best part - preparing him a warm bath with flower petals and scented candles. bathing him using his favorite soap and shampoo, making him smell floral for the rest of the day. oh, and for your plans? you did nothing together and just cuddled for the rest of the day.

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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I want Jiwoong to manhandle me with those arms

jiwoong is always left out when talking about buff members!! but fucking look at him!!

you’re his little princess so he always moves you into the position he wants so you don’t have to exert yourself </3 but when he’s mad? jiwoong would pin you down on the bed by his shoulders as he’s fucking into you so you can’t squirm from him being so deep. if he wants to switch positions he wouldn’t give you any warning and roughly flips you over or moves you however he likes. he’d laugh at the way your breath gets knocked out of you when it’s a particularly hard movement and doesn’t give you time to catch your breath before he’s thrusting into your cunt again

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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It's a thought I agree with

IM SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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jebiwonutty · 9 months

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The people are asking for the part 2

so... bored | '02z ★

# : smut, threesome, perv!matthew and perv!taerae, kind of subby taerae ? hehe idk

warnings : none (?)

wc : 0.7k (WOAH)

💬 : this is my first time writing a threesome fic hehe. I was giggling and twirling while writing this. this was also based on an ask!!!

one day, matthew and taerae are just chilling in their dorms seconds away from dying; of boredom. matthew looks at taerae, whose been scrolling on his phone for hours, aswell as matthew.

an idea pops into his head. its not necessarily an idea since it happens so often, but he speaks up to tell his good friend nonetheless.

"taerae~" — "what now?" he sighs, hinting that he can already sense the mischief matthews up to. matthew chuckles "im.. super bored". taerae sets down his phone and sighs again as he slouches into their shared couch. "me too, do you wanna do something?" he asks the boy beside him, shifting his place to face matthews grinning face.

"lets call yn." matthew declares in a stern voice. "oh, youre that bored?" — "so.. bored, taerae". I think we can all tell what bored means by now.

"well, i guess we could..." taerae mumbles, faster than he thought he would. matthew grabs his phone and immediately dials your number.

you pause the show your watching to pick up another call from yet again, matthew.

"hello?" — "yn~.. me and taerae are so... bored. could you come over? lets hangout."

"matthew, i came over a few nights ago. and the night before, and the night before that! are you sure the others are okay with this? I cant keep going back and forth from my house everyday."

you exclaim, worried if your intruding the other boys space by coming over so much. you tried to lessen the habit but you just couldnt say no to matthews sweet whiny voice.

"they dont mind yn! besides, we can be as loud as we want. I mean, you can stay for as long as you want. hanbin took the rest to his moms place so its just me, taerae, and you. just the three of us." he reassured you. in a soft, persuading voice. hell, even taerae was getting hard because of matthews words.

"i.. okay.. I'll be there in 10." you hang up the phone quickly as you get ready to see your best friends for the fourth time this week.

matthew puts his phone away, noticing taeraes growing hard on in the corner of his eye. "holy shit, are you hard already?" he laughs in utter disbelief whilst taerae throws a cushion at the other boy, covering his face with his shirt. (Imagine his abs holy fuck).

"I cant hold it in anymore, i really need to fuck her." taerae admits shyly. a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

a few 20 or 30 minutes later matthew sprints from the living room, rushing to open the door. the door swings open to a very excited matthew. "what took you so long?" he asked, worried.

"there was a lot of traffic on the way, anyway, let me in please?" you tease. "oh, right." you step inside the apartment, hearing a slight ruffling noise coming from the next room.

"where's taerae?" — "huh, i dont know, he's been in our room ever since i left.." matthew replies innocently, knowing damn well what taerae is doing in their shared bedroom.

you and matthew walk over to the bedroom door and twist the knob open slowly. revealing taerae with his right hand sliding up and down his dick while the other is covering his mouth to supress the dirty words he want to say to you.

you gasp, covering your eyes with your hands subconsciously.

matthew puts his hands over yours and gently removes them from your face, then snaking his arms around your waist. "oh come on. dont you wanna watch, sweetheart?" he whispers softly into your ear. shivers were sent down your spine as his voice rung inside your ears.

taerae stops hesitantly, sitting up so you can see him better. precum dripping from his tip, twitching so shyly. he starts tearing up, needing your touch. "help him baby, help me. we need you so.. so badly." matthew whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. before you knew it he pushed you onto the bed beside taerae and started kissing you everywhere.

"matthew I- mmffph" you try protesting but its no use, youre already too far into their trap. lust takes over your soul as matthews tongue roams around your cute little mouth.

your hands run through his hair as taerae stares for a bit before slowly stroking himself once again. you could already feel your core aching for more.

this was gonna be a long night for the three of you.

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