three is not a crowd
OR
5 times Chris walks in on you and Matt f*cking + 1 time he gets to join in on the fun
pairing: established!matt x reader, chris x reader, matt x reader x chris
summary: what it says on the tin basically
warnings: THREESOME, PURE FILTH, dick riding, oral (female & male receiving), teasing, edging, over-stimulation, multiple org*sms, squirting, p in v, slight degradation/praising, slight angst, happy ending yay
word count: 6.9K
authorâs note: im a whor* for both of them. that is all. (also this has plot, and is mostly beta read but i havent slept in hrs so if some mistakes did slip thru my bad
1
âHey Matt, have you seen my-â Chris begins to ask as he pushes Mattâs bedroom door open, expecting his brother to either be lazing around in bed or be at his desk, gaming.
What he doesn't expect is the sight he is instead greeted by, of you, Mattâs girlfriend of the last year and a half, astride Mattâs lap, riding his dick while he leans against his headboard, head thrown back and hands grabbing your hips, guiding you, slowly.
Chris is shocked, understandably, and he should just turn around and book it. Instead, he stands frozen, watching the way your head is nestled into the crook of Mattâs neck, your shoulders shaking. If Chris ignores the sound of his own pounding heart, he can almost hear the soft whimpers youâre letting out at each downward thrust of your hips.
At the sound of a soft, deep groan, Chrisâ attention shifts to Matt, who has his eyes shut, and his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. Thereâs something surreal about this scene, seeing Matt, who looks nothing like Chris, but also looks the most like him, f*cking this beautiful girl whoâs been on his mind for months now.
âMattâŠ,â he hears you whine loudly against his brotherâs neck, and Chris has to grit his teeth, fight against the urge to shove his hands into his pants and fist his growing erection. This shouldn't turn him on so much, hell, he shouldn't even be here right now. He should have run in the opposite direction as soon as he realized what heâd walked in on, but heâs mesmerized by the way you move, your back arching as your hips move back and forth. The slow, sensual, almost hypnotic, movements of your body as you ride Mattâs dick has him clenching his fists, nails digging into his palms and itâs easy to imagine him in Mattâs place as he gets this view of what it might look like to f*ck you. Your moans grow louder, and Chris thinks it might be because youâre getting close, and god, he feels so hot underneath his skin.
âShh baby, didn't you say we needed to be quiet?â Matt whispers against the side of your head. âCanât have Chris hearing us, can we?â
At the sound of his name, Chrisâ heart hammers faster, and he looks up at Mattâs face, only to see that his brotherâs gaze was already on him, watching him with a slight smirk before thrusting his hips up, presumably driving his co*ck deeper into you, making you moan even louder than you already were.
Breaking out of his stupor, Chris stumbles backwards before hightailing it to his room, slamming the door behind him. It takes all of five seconds for him to get his co*ck out of his sweatpants, furiously jerking off as he leans against his door, biting into the hem of his t-shirt that heâd pulled up over his chest, and only another five seconds before he shoots his cum all over himself.
2
Chris knows its wrong, wanting his brother's girl. This was never a problem before, because any time he found out Matt liked someone, Chris immediately lost interest. It was the brothersâ code; they never fought over girls, and besides, they always just liked different ones.
You, thoughâŠit was hard not to like you, even after he found out Matt had his eyes on you.
Chris remembers the first time he met you, how nice youâd been to him and his brothers, how easily youâd fit into their lives. Heâs not going to lie and say heâd wanted you right from the start. It was a gradual thing, slowly creeping up on him before he realized what had gotten him.
You just made him feel so comfortable, and surprisingly, the two of you had a lot in common. But then again, you had a lot in common with Matt, and Nick. And yet, you were so different. You were smart, playful, and so, so kind. You were just the right amount of goofy and serious, and you just, fit well into the dynamic Chris and his brothers shared.
It shouldn't have surprised him when Matt eventually told him and Nick that he was into you and planned to ask you out. It all happened so quickly after that. You and Matt had gotten together and, now you weren't just the new friend that Chris and his brothers were always hanging out with, but his brother's (his brother who was also his best friend, really) girlfriend.
Which is why Chris knows itâs f*cked up. Wanting you. And he knows itâs even more f*cked up that he wishes he could have a repeat of what happened a few weeks ago when he accidentally walked in on you and Matt. The amount of times heâs jacked off to that memory alone the past few nights is insane, his mind supplying images to create his own version of events where he doesn't run away.
Especially f*cked up is the fact that Matt had seen him, had looked co*cky that heâd caught Chris watching them, and even that fact hadnât deterred Chris from chasing org*sm after org*sm to the thought of f*cking you, imagining how tight and wet your puss* might be, what it might taste like.
Speaking of the f*cker who seemed totally unfazed by recent events, Matt sat across Chris, scrolling through his phone, while Nick sat beside him, editing their latest video. Chris was trying his hardest not to flip the f*ck out, but his whole nervous system seemed like it was fried. Nick had already yelled at him twice to stop moving so much because he was apparently jostling the table too much, and Matt had just let out a bemused chuckle without lifting his eyes from his phone the entire time.
Just as Chris was about to get up and retreat to him room, the doorbell rings, before Matt gets a series of texts.
âOh, sheâs here-â Matt says, before shooting out of his chair and rushing to great you at the front door.
âHey, hey, hey!â your cheery voice rings through the hallway, as you and Matt make your way into the kitchen, and Chris almost chokes on the sip of Pepsi heâd just taken because holy f*ck-
You were wearing a short, tight black dress that hugged the lines and curves of your body just right, the square neckline barely covering your chest. His eyes slipped further down to the way the fabric of the dress cinched at your waist, and to the slit at the side of the dress that came up to mid-thigh. That and the combination of tall strappy heels you had on made your legs lookâŠreally good. So good that Chris wishes he was between those legs, licking a path up your calf to your inner thighs, leaving bruising kisses to mar the smooth, unblemished skin of your legs, before finally, finally-
Nick hoots just then, exclaiming about how hot your fit looks, pulling Chris out of his daze. He watches as you bask in the compliments being showered onto you by both Nick and Matt now, and can't help but smile at the way you try to hide your blushing face.
So, itâs completely out of left field when he sees you again later that night, sitting on the couch with your hands covering your face but this time itâs to hide the loud moans that threaten to slip from your mouth as you watch Matt kneel in front of you, his mouth pressing kisses into your inner thighsâŠjust like Chris had imagined doing earlier.
Itâs ridiculous really, how Chris had been feeling slightly normal after dinner with you and his brothers, because as awkward as he may have been feeling about you and Matt, being around you and his brothers, having good food and just laughing about random sh*t made him feel really f*cking good. Like everything was normal and he wasn't fantasizing about f*cking his brotherâs girlfriend. Like he hadn't accidentally walked in on them f*cking.
Of course itâs just his f*cking luck that as soon heâs feeling just that slightest bit of normalcy, heâd decided to go to the kitchen and grab a Pepsi from the fridge at 3 AM, only to find his brother about to eat you out on the couch.
âMatt-â you whine, as your back arches off the couch, one of your hands moving to grab Mattâs hair, the other trying and failing to hold back your moans. âMatt, please- nnggh- stop teasing.â
Chris feels all his blood rush down south and it leaves him lightheaded. The low lighting in the room accentuates the shadows of your body and he can see the muscles in your legs flex as your thighs clench around Mattâs head, trying to get him to move his mouth closer to where you want him. Youâre not in the tight black dress heâd seen you in earlier, but in a blue baby tee and black lace-trimmed hipster briefs. Thereâs an almost imperceptible quiver that wracks through your entire body in anticipation for whatâs to come.
Matt doesn't keep you waiting for long. Chris' breathing grows even more jagged as he watches Mattâs fingers push your panties to the side before he runs his tongue flat up your puss*. Chris can't see as much as heâd like to, but his overactive imagination does the job for him, imagining how wet you must be.
Chris feels like such a sick perv for still standing there, watching with wide eyes as Matt (his literal brother) enthusiastically licks and kisses your puss*, and he almost wonders how neither of you haven't noticed him yet. Then again, you and Matt seem so lost in each other, and now thereâs another ugly thought circling Chrisâ brain, one that makes his chest hurt a little.
He forgoes his Pepsi for the night and quietly returns back to his room, co*ck half-hard, and his heart just the slightest bit heavy.
3
âAlright, whatâs going on with you?â Nick asks him, while his eyes are still fixed on his phone.
He and Chris were sitting on the couch (Chris had been avoiding the section that you and Matt had used during your late night rendezvous), and Chris was idly flipping through his Netflix watch list.
âI don't know what you're talking about,â Chris says with a heavy sigh, slumping further into the couch.
Itâs quiet, and the silence makes Chris look up at Nick, who was already looking at him with a curious frown.
âSeriously, what the f*ck is up with you?â Nick asks, and he actually looks concerned, which throws Chris off a bit. âYouâre usually bouncing off the walls and annoying the sh*t out of everyone in your nearest vicinity, but lately you've just been, I don't know- Iâm like actually worried, did something happen? Is everything okay?â
Chris swallows around the lump that had formed in his throat and takes a minute. To do what, he doesn't know. Itâs not like heâs going to prepare himself to tell Nick what heâd witnessed, twice, and how he was feeling about it. Really, how does one go about telling their triplet brother that theyâd accidentally witnessed their other brother in an intimate situation with said brotherâs partner, not once, but twice, and had enjoyed it, to the point of having nightly fantasies about it?
There were more complicated feelings lurking just under the surface, more than just Chris wanting to f*ck you, but he did not have the mental bandwidth to unpack all that, so that was that. Itâs not like he had honest to god feelings-
âSee, at this point, you wouldâve been yapping away-â Nick says, interrupting his train of thought, â-but instead, youâre just sitting there, looking all sad and miserable.â
âOkay, I don't look sad and miserable,â Chris says with a roll of his eyes. At least, he hopes he doesn't. âIâm just tired dude. Haven't been sleeping well lately.â
âRight.â
âWhat? Itâs the truth.â
âDidn't say you were lying,â Nick says, matter-of-factually, in that signature Nick tone that lets everyone know when he isn't buying their bullsh*t.
âIâm fine,â Chris says slowly, waiting for Nick to stop looking at him so intensely.
âSure,â Nick drawls out. âYouâre also a sh*tty liar.â
âf*ck you,â Chris grumbles, chucking the TV remote at Nick, who flails to try and dodge it, letting out an indignant squawk when it bounces off his shoulder and falls to the ground.
This, of course, results in Nick throwing whatever was closest to him at Chris, which happens to be an empty water bottle, and eventually they're just chucking it back and forth, cursing at each other in between laughter.
Itâs the most relaxed Chris has felt in weeks.
Too bad you had to walk in at that exact moment.
âHey guys!â you say cheerily, plopping down on the couch, next to Chris. Youâd stayed over for a couple of nights now, as you usually do, and Chris should be extremely used to your presence, except he feels his skin prickle as soon as your close to him, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating off of your skin.
âGod, how are you so chipper every morning?â Nick asks, shaking his head with a poorly hidden smile.
You twirl a strand of your hair around your finger, and bit the corner of your bottom lip. âIt helps that I wake up to one of the hottest guys ever, and then get to hang out with his hot as f*ck brothers,â you say with a smirk, waggling your eyebrows at Nick.
Chris wishes you hadn't just said that because now his mind wanders (more like sprints) to the memory of this morning, when heâd walked past Mattâs open bedroom. Heâd heard the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, and your voice, whining Mattâs name over and over, which had him stopping right before Mattâs door, eyes wide, mouth agape. This couldn't be happening right? There was no way heâd walked into this situation for a third time.
Chris debates on whether he should just turn back around, go downstairs, out the front door, and bash his head against a tree, or if he should soldier on and just walk past to get to his room.
The sounds were getting to him. His co*ck strained against his grey sweatpants, creating a very obvious tent. His clothes suddenly felt a size too small, the air around him too thick, and he felt sweat break out on his forehead. He should leave, run far, far away from his house probably, but a sick part of him wants more than anything to see whatâs got you moaning this time.
He rounds the corner and is met with a sight that almost has him falling to his knees.
Itâs unfair, how incredibly gorgeous you look straddling Mattâs thighs, bouncing on his dick rhythmically, your head thrown back. Youâre leaning back on your hands, supported on Mattâs knees, and Chris watches the way your body undulates as you swivel your hips, ribs flaring as your chest heaves. Every gasp you let out is a punch to Chrisâ gut, leaving him feeling winded.
Youâre so lost in the throes of pleasure that you don't hear when Chris groans out loud, but he knows exactly when Matt hears him, because his head rolls lazily towards him, his hands that had been grabbing your hips tightening, and thereâs little to no warning before Mattâs flipping you over and thrusting into you with vigor.
âDoes that feel good baby?â Chris hears Matt ask, his voice rough and low. âTell me how good my dick makes you feel.â
âf*ck, so good, Matt- please, please, please-â your moans turning into whimpers as Mattâs thrust pick up in pace. Chris can tell exactly when Matt hits the bundle of nerves inside you that has you seeing stars because your back arches off his bed, hands scrambling to find purchase. Your fingers clench into the pillow above your head, as you beg Matt to go harder, faster.
Chrisâ eyes bounce back to Matt, whoâs watching you in awe, and heâs seen that look on his face numerous times before, like Matt can't get enough of you. Chrisâ breath hitches, because he wishes it was him, in Mattâs place. Him, worshiping you, making you feel good. He wishes he was the one that was ripping those sounds out of you.
He catches Mattâs eyes just then, and Chris has never wanted to punch him in the face more than he does in that moment, because it almost feels like heâs mocking Chris.
See what I have, what you so desperately wantâŠ
Chris holds up a middle finger, directed at Matt and whatever god was up there whoâd clearly forsaken him. He had half the mind to just yell but the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you. So with a scathing look at Matt, and a mouthed f*ck you, he walks to his room, the sound of Mattâs laughter the last thing he hears before Chris angrily slams the door and sheds his clothes, pumping his co*ck to the memory of your voice.
Itâs the hardest heâs cum all week.
4
Chris walks in on Matt pounding you against the wall leading to the garage. At this point, it had to be on purpose. The two of you had to be planning this, because how was it always Chris that ended up walking in on them, and not Nick? Knowing his brother, Nick wouldâve gone around voicing his disgust at having caught you and Matt f*cking, any chance he got.
So, it had to be on purpose.
Mattâs whispering dirty things in your ear, loud enough for Chris to hear every word.
âYouâre so f*cking pretty baby-â
âI want to ruin you, want you to feel me for days-â
âYouâre such a dirty little slu*t, arenât you?â and that has you letting out a particularly loud whine. The next bit Matt whispers into your ear is too inaudible for Chris to comprehend but he can tell how much it affects you, because you absolutely lose it just then.
f*ck this. f*ck all of this.
âCan yâall stick to f*cking in Mattâs bed?â
At the sound of Chrisâ voice, you look up at him, startled, and itâs electrifying, your stare. Chris sees your eyebrows furrow, your lips, plump from being bitten (by yourself, or Matt, who cares at this point), fall open. Mattâs shoulders stiffen for a second, so Chris knows heâs aware that Chris is right behind them, but the asshole just keeps f*cking going. And you, youâre still staring.
âChris-â you gasp, your nails digging into Mattâs shoulder. Chris thinks youâre going to push him away, scramble to pull yourself together.
You surprise him by pushing back down onto Mattâs co*ck with even more fervor, your hands moving up Mattâs neck to grab onto his hair, pulling hard.
Chris watches you cum on Mattâs co*ck for the first time that night, all while your eyes were locked on his.
5
Chris doesn't like being angry. He very rarely is. And usually, he gets over it really quick.
Which is why itâs shocking to everyone when he gets cold and hostile towards Matt seemingly out of nowhere, and the anger doesn't subside.
It gets in the way of their work. Filming becomes exhausting, and it leaves all three brothers feeling frustrated and annoyed at each other.
Itâs in the middle of filming a new car video when it all goes to head. Nick and Matt had attempted to film a video, but Chris couldnât hold back the jabs at Matt, interrupting him every time he spoke, insulting him for no reason whatsoever, which only made Matt retaliate just as hard.
âThatâs it-â Nick yells, his hands pushing his hair out of his face in frustration. âIâve f*cking had it with you two. Iâm getting the f*ck out of this car and the two of you are going to stay in here and talk. Donât even bother coming back in until you sort out whatever-â he gestures wildly between Matt and Chris, â-is going on with you two!â
And with that, Nick storms back into their house.
Chris stares out of the window with his arms crossed, seething. He can tell Matt is looking at him, can see part of his reflection on the window, but Chris isnât going to give him the satisfaction of breaking first.
Matt, much to Chrisâ annoyance, was completely calm and collected.
âChris-â Matt begins to say, but Chris just chucks his empty Pepsi can at him without looking. He hears it clatter against something (the steering wheel, he thinks), before dropping down onto the car floor with a dull thud.
Matt sighs, and Chris wants to yell, because Chris is the one that should be huffing and sighing, heâs the one thatâs tired of all this bullsh*t.
âAre you trying to prove something?â Chris asks, because he never could stay quiet for too long. âIs that it? What the actual f*ck Matt?â
Chris had fully turned to face Matt, who at least had the decency to look somewhat abashed now. His face was tinged pinked, and he was fiddling with his rings.
Chris continues. âI donât know whatâs going on in your head, but if youâre just trying to get me to see sheâs your girl, I f*cking get it, okay? Youâve made that really f*cking clear. Did I say or do something to warrant this sh*t, because if you think Iâm out to get her, Iâm not, okay? Jesus- do you know how f*cking insane-â
âShe wants you bro.â
Chris blinks. He opens his mouth, and then shuts it.
âI used to catch her staring at you sometimes, and there were times sheâd just keep scrolling through pictures of the two of us together- you and me, I mean- andâŠI donât know, sheâd have this look on her face.â Matt trails off. He looks at Chris, trying to gauge his reaction so far, but truth be told, Chris was still trying to process what Matt had initially said.
âWhatâŠ?â
âLook, the two of us are happy together. I love her, she loves me, but I think sheâŠâ Matt coughs out, and itâs the first time since this whole thing has started that Chris has seen Matt this awkward. âSheâs into you too. She never really told me, but it got pretty obvious after a while. And eventually, I- I started bringing you up, when we- um, yeah. She wants us both.â
Chris starts laughing. Because he doesnât know what else to do.
âAlright, good prank dude- Iâm still so f*cking mad at you but-â
âIâm not kidding, Chris.â
Right. Because why would Matt joke about something like this?
âUmâŠâ
âYeahâŠâ
And thatâs how Chris finds himself back in Mattâs room. You and Matt were sitting on his bed, albeit a little far apart, meanwhile Chris had taken a seat in Mattâs gaming chair. Chris almost wants to call the two of you out on the pure torture youâd put him through the past few weeks, but one look at your face has him abandoning that train of thought.
You look soâŠremorseful. Youâre slightly curled in on yourself, like youâre bracing for some sort of attack, and Chrisâ heart melts. The last thing he wants is for you to feel upset, so he tries to lighten the mood.
âSo, do you just wanna see which one of us has the better dick or-?â
He smiles as you sputter, eyes wide as you finally look up at him.
âThere we go,â Chris whispers. âYouâre finally looking at me.â
âChrisâŠIâm so sorry,â you whisper, lips trembling. âGod, this is so stupid, why did we decide to tell him-â
âHey, hey-â Chris chides. âI think Iâve been kept in the dark long enough, actually. I just wish yâall hadnât used such a weird ass f*cking way to tell me.â
âWell, to be fair, she didnât even know youâd seen us that first couple of times,â
âOh, god-â
â-And, we kinda assumed youâd take the f*cking hint or something.â
âYeah, I thought the hint was âI know you wanna f*ck my girl, so Iâm gonna make sure you catch us f*cking every chance we get so you stay the f*ck awayâ,â Chris says with a raised brow, staring deadpan at Matt.
âWait, what-â you start, but youâre interrupted by Matt.
âYeah, heâs wanted to f*ck you for a while too.â
And that's how Chris finds himself with a front row view of Matt f*cking you, up close and personal. Matt has you on all fours, facing Chris, while he pounds into you from behind, hard and deep. Each thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and Chris watches, enraptured by the way you take it.
Chris watches to his heart's content that night, no longer worried about getting caught, no longer stressed about wanting to f*ck you.
Chris watches you fall apart in Matt's hands over and over, and all he can think about is when he can finally have his turn.
+ 1
Theyâd had to wait for the perfect moment, a night they could be sure none of them would be interrupted.
They'd been planning for this night for a few days now, and it was finally here.
Chris and Matt stand side-by-side in front of Mattâs bed, arms crossed over their chest as they watch you squirm in his bed, their combined attention making you nervous. Theyâre both barely dressed, Chris in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, the front of which were already tented from his hard dick, while Matt was just in his black boxers. The low lighting of the room made Mattâs rings glisten as he rubbed at the stubble that heâd slowly allowed to grow on his face.
âHow are we feeling, baby?â Matt asks you, smirking at the way you visibly gulp. âYou ready for us?â
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, looking up at Chris through your lashes before nodding.
Thatâs all the cue he needs.
Chris stalks over to you, slowly, climbing over the bed and crawling over you, his hands landing on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. You lay back, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow, your eyes wide as you wait for Chrisâ next move.
âCan I kiss you?â Chris asks, wetting his lips, and he doesnât have to wait long for his answer. Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling at the strands close to his nape, bringing his lips onto yours. The kiss is heady, a wild mess of tongue and teeth, because youâd both been waiting for this, dying for it, and here it was, finally happening.
âChris-â you gasp, open mouth sliding over the hot skin of his cheek as he lowers his head to the crook of your neck, biting harsh kisses into the skin there, before tracing his tongue across your jaw.
âf*ck, f*ck- you smell so good, I need you so bad ma-â Chris blabbers, his brain-to-mouth filter long gone. He vaguely registers Matt settling onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, as Chris kisses a path down your body, laving every inch of skin he can access with nips and kisses. You arch your back as Chris circles one of your nipples with his tongue, sucking on it as he flicks the other. He alternates between kissing and nipping your nipples, all the while, you have an almost painful grip on his hair, pushing your chest harder into his face.
Matt watches your face intently, seeing the way your features scrunch up in pleasure, mouth wide open as you gasp and whine. Thereâs a small part of him that knows he shouldnât be so okay with his own brother having his way with his girlfriend, but itâs almost like he gets a 4K view of what it might usually look like when Mattâs the one doing these things to you.
Chris continues his path downwards, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulling them off of you. Your legs instinctively squeeze shut when the cold air hits your wet core, but Chrisâs hands gently pry them open, staring at you in wonder.
âYouâre so f*cking wet, f*ck-â Chris groans, before licking a stripe up the seam where your thigh meets your crotch, so close to where you actually want his tongue.
âPlease, please-â you whimper, pushing your hips up closer to his lips, feeling his hot breath fan over you puss*. You hear both him and Matt chuckle, before Chris has his mouth on you, licking the wetness gathered in your folds. All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the obscene sounds of Chrisâs mouth as he eats you out like a man starving.
Itâs almost too much, the way heâs sucking on your cl*t, before pushing his tongue into you, his face pushed deep, youâre sure he canât breath. The pleasure builds, heat pooling low in your stomach. You feel Mattâs fingers brush against your forehead, pushing the hair that was starting to stick to it from all the sweat.
âYou feel good baby?â Matt asks, tone soft, but his eyes glint dangerously. âOne of us wasnât enough for you, was it? Youâre such a dirty girl, wanting me and my brother.â
You whine, head pushing against his thigh closest to your head. Chris laughs, pulling his head back to chime in.
âGreedy little slu*t, thatâs what she is,â he says, cheeks rosy and face glistening from the nose down, his chin absolutely soaking wet. âYou gonna cum soon ma?â
You donât even know what you respond with, just that Chris goes back to eating you out, this time, bringing his fingers to your entrance, sliding one finger, then two, into your sopping wet c*nt as he licks random paths across your folds, occasionally circling your cl*t and sucking on it harshly, all while thrusting his fingers in and out of you, causing you to buck your hips up wildly. Your org*sm, only the first one of the night, is fast approaching, and your thighs clench around Chrisâ head. The only warning he gets is a sudden yell of his name before you gush all over his face.
âDid you just- did she just squirt?â Chris asks, eyes wide as he takes in the mess that youâd made. His face and neck were now fully wet, and there was a perfectly round wet spot right underneath you. His fingers flutter over your now slightly puffy puss*, watching your folds quiver.
âf*ck, itâs too much- Chris, wait,â you whine, hands moving to grab Chrisâ wrist. He doesnât stop with his ministrations though, fingers pumping in and out of you, prodding at the bundle of nerves inside you that caused your vision to white out. It was fast, intense, and Chris manages to pull a second org*sm out of you before youâd even managed to catch your breath from the first one.
Chris sits up on his knees, reaching his arms behind him and pulling his tank top off, throwing it behind him. He hooks his arms around your thighs before pulling you down the bed, closer to him, allowing Matt to slot himself behind you.
âCan you turn over for me ma?â Chris asks with a gentle pat against your hip. It takes some effort, your limbs feel loose and languid, but you manage to flip onto your stomach. Hands grab your face, tipping your head up, and you see your boyfriend looking at you with a smirk, tongue peeking out to run across his teeth.
âEnjoying yourself, sweetheart?â he asks, voice like dripping honey with a hint of something razor-sharp. âThis everything you imagined?â
âYes- oh god, Matt- I need you, please-â
âYou have me baby,â he coos. âYou have me and Chris. Thatâs what you wanted, right? âCause one dick was never enough to keep you satisfied.â
âNgghh- please, please, I-â you whimper, mouthing at Mattâs dick through his boxers, startled when you feel a sudden smack against your ass, pain blossoming across your skin.
âIf sheâs already this co*ck dumb, I wonder how sheâs gonna get when we actually get our dicks in her,â Chris wonders out loud with an amused huff, palming at your ass cheeks as he rubs his clothed dick against it.
You continue begging, your puss* soaking wet and clenching around nothing in anticipation for whatâs to come, hips arching off the bed while your back dips low, shoulders tucked between Mattâs spread thighs as you lick him through the only piece of fabric that is keeping you from tasting him, from having his co*ck fill your mouth.
Chris smooths his palm down your back, making you arch your back even further, before he spreads your cheeks, seeing the way you twitch at being put on display.
âI think sheâs waited long enough, hasnât she?â Matt asks Chris, nodding his head slightly as if to tell Chris to get on with it. Chris doesnât waste any time pushing his sweats down his thighs, freeing his co*ck. You turn your head back to try and peek at it from over your shoulder, but Matt has a firm hand on your head pushing you towards his crotch while he pulls his dick out of his boxers. With one hand holding the back of your head, and the other around his dick, Matt slaps it against your cheek, amused at the way you so desperately try and get him to guide his co*ck into your mouth instead.
Simultaneously, Chris is behind you, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, gathering the wetness there. Above you, you feel Matt lean towards his dresser, before rifling through the top drawer and chucking something at Chris. Thereâs a sound of a bottle cap clicking open, and lube being squeezed out, before you hear the squelch of it as Chris spreads it over his dick.
Later, youâll think they must have planned this head of time, but both Matt and Chris decide to push their dicks into you at the same time, Matt feeding you his co*ck, pushing past your lips, applying gentle pressure to the back of your head, while Chris spreads your folds apart and drives his dick into you, the tip catching inside you for a moment, before he thrusts his hips and pushes his dick deeper into you.
âLook at that,â Chris says, smacking the palms of both his hands onto your cheeks at the same time, before kneading at them. âShe takes dick really f*cking well.â
âItâs like sheâs made for it, isnât she?â
Chris f*cks you like he has all the time in the world, savoring the feeling of your puss* clenching around him, fascinated by the sight of his dick disappearing in you at every thrust. You stretch around him so beautifully, and youâre so f*cking tight, he wonders how he managed to fit it all in you in one go.
At the other end, Matt watches you with soft affection as you suck on his co*ck, tears streaming down your face from the exertion on your body and minimal air supply. At every thrust of Chrisâ hips, you would get pushed closer to Matt, which would push his dick deeper into your mouth, making you almost gag on it.
You have no concept of time anymore, or where your body starts and Chrisâ and Mattâs end. You feel like one big mess of limbs, moving fluidly, with the common purpose of chasing your org*sm. You hear Mattâs groans getting louder above you, and you know heâs getting close. Youâre not far behind yourself, but Chris still seems like heâs nowhere close to being done.
Pulling your mouth off of Mattâs co*ck, you circle your hand around the base of it, before stroking your hand up and down, twisting it around the head. You swipe your thumb across the slit at the top while you tongue at the underside of the head, all while looking up at Matt through hooded eyes.
âCum on my face, Matt, please-â you beg, mouth slightly open, a line of spit connecting your tongue to his dick. Chris' thrusts are picking up, but you keep your elbows planted firmly on the bed below to keep yourself steady for Matt. Thereâs a tingle building low in your spine, but you focus on Matt, the way he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His hair is a mess, and his body is flushed. The hand he has on your head grips your hair tight, and the other joins your hand in pumping his dick. It only takes a few more seconds of that before Matt lets out a loud groan of your name, spurts of thick, hot cum landing across your face, and you close your eyes as it drips down your face, some of it landing on your tongue.
Matt leans back heavily against the headboard, and before you can register anything, youâre being flipped onto your back, face still covered in Mattâs cum. Your shoulders hit Mattâs chest as Chris crowds against you on the bed, his hands now on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back against your chest, before thrusting his dick back into you.
The sudden shift has you blinking back stars, and this new angle has Chrisâ dick brushing against your sweet spot on every thrust, and all you can do is sob at the immense pleasure you feel. Matt circles his arms around you, one hand playing with one of your nipples, while the other moves down your stomach and edges closer to your cl*t. The tingling sensation grows, and grows, your hands scrambling to find purchase on Chrisâ shoulders as he thrusts particularly deep into you before you finally snap, screaming as your third org*sm is ripped from you, the force of it pushing Chrisâ co*ck out of you as you squirt all over him, yourself, and the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Youâre fully gasping and sobbing now, the intensity of your org*sm wracking through your whole body. You watch through hooded, teary eyes, as Chris leans over you, furiously stroking his co*ck as he soaks in the view of you, hot and messy, ruined because of him, before he too eventually reaches his org*sm, cum pulsing out of him and landing high on your chest, across your nipples, one spurt even hitting your chin.
The three of you are a heaping mess of limbs after, all basking in the afterglow of a night well spent, tired, but satiated. Matt and Chris lay on either side of you, stroking whatever part of your skin they can reach, occasionally batting each otherâs hands away and pulling you closer to either side, like youâre not all squished together already.
âWe should do that again sometime,â you say after a long beat of silence. Matt snorts, eyes closed, but the corners of his lips are quirked up in a small smile.
âYâall are crazy if you think Iâm never f*cking you again after I just got a taste,â Chris states. âBesides, I think thereâs a lot of lost time I need to make up for, hm?â
After that night, Chris gets to have his turn with you, over and over. Sometimes, Matt is present, and the brothers somehow always turn things into a competition of who can make you cum the quickest, who can make you cum multiple times, who can make you absolutely incoherent by the end of the night.
Now Chris had his own reason for always being so chipper in the morning. It helps that he finally gets to f*ck the hottest girl heâs seen, who just happens to also be f*cking his brother.
authorâs note: i put too much f*cking effort into an idea that essentially started as a joke, its gonna be so funny if this flops because i literally stayed up till 4 am twice in a row to write this lmao- anyways, let me know what you think! my inbox is open and waiting for your thoughts (: likes, comments and reblogs r much appreciated <3
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