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justniyahh · 3 months ago

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backseat

the car was quiet, parked in the back of a mcdonald’s lot at midnight. after finishing a large fries and dr pepper, you had curled your fingers around chris’ collar and tugged him over the center console and into the back.

he’d snickered and made some stupid, smug comment about how eager you were, despite the fact he was the one supporting a halfie.

you had retorted by shutting him up with a kiss.

now you have him on his back—breathless and flushed, all signs of his previous arrogance gone—stretched out on the backseat of your car, hands planted on your waist.

he looks so good: dark curls tousled, pretty silver earrings, lips rosy from sipping his sweet tea—his tongue tastes like sugary, tangy orange.

chris rolls his head back when your lips move on from pecking his jawline to sucking the sensitive skin of his neck, giving you room to leave a mark.

“perfect,” you say, pleased by the sight of red blooming on his throat.

“how m’i gonna cover it?”

“you’re not,” you answer simply, biting back a grin and slipping your hands under the hem of chris’ blue crewneck.

his breath hitches when your cool fingertips trace the dip of his belly button, before sliding down to the waistband of his jeans. he hums as you pop the button, tugging at his zipper. he lifts his hips, wiggling to assist you in pulling his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

removing your pants in the cramped backseat takes some awkward movements, but once they’re on the floor and you’re hovering over chris’ stiff, pink-tipped cock, you forget about all that.

“fuck—” chris groans when you sink down on his lap, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his aching cock. his flat palms land on your thighs, blunt nails digging into your soft skin in an attempt to ground himself.

you giggle, shifting on his lap to get comfortable with the feeling of him. “feel good, baby?” you ask, lifting your hips then dropping them, finding a steady rhythm.

chris’ eyes peel open, looking up at you with dilated pupils. “mhm—so good. c’mon, fuck me.” he says, chest heaving.

rolling your bottom lip into your mouth, you oblige, riding him with more intensity. the windows fog, and the air inside your car becomes humid. sweat gathers at the nape of your neck and your legs begin to ache, but the soreness you’ll have later is worth it cause chris is moaning like a bitch.

“—more, mama,” he whines out, desperately grabbing your waist and sloppily thrusting his hips up, driving his cock deeper, hitting the spot that has stars exploding behind your eyes. chris is a mess, hair plastered to his slick forehead, thighs trembling, cheeks so pink it looked like somebody had just finished slapping the shit outta him.

“fuck—uugh...” chris moans, eyes rolling back when you grind your pelvis against his. and he’s spilling into you, body going limp and heavily dipping into the leather of the seat. his head almost lolls off the seat, looking up through thick lashes, hazily watching you use his spent cock til you’re satisfied.

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justniyahh · 5 months ago

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WRONGFULLY RIGHT | M.STURNIOLO

in which nate’s girlfriend can never resist seeing matt behind her boyfriends back when he’s in town.

warnings: cheating,car sex,riding,creampie,squirting, use of baby and good girl,multiple orgasms.

it's wrong…you know it is, but it's almost like you can't stay away.

you don't know if it's the way he fucks you, treats you, or what. all you know is every time matt's in boston you're always calling him up to come pick you up and ruin you in his backseat.

your boyfriend nate doesn't know nor do his brothers know, and it's going to stay that way. possibly.

you tell yourself it's the last time, every time. but deep down, you know that's a lie. the thrill of sneaking around, the chase, the pure ecstasy of it all—it's addictive. you're playing with fire, and you're fully aware that one day, you might get burned. but for now, the heat is just too enticing to resist.

the guilt gnaws at you sometimes, a constant reminder of the unfaithfulness. but then matt comes to town, and all those thoughts that are racing in your head melt away. you tell yourself, that it doesn't mean anything. yet, deep down, you wonder if you're fooling yourself more than anyone else, because you always end up in the back of his car. you always run to matt when he's in town.

and that's exactly what happened this time. matt came to boston for his birthday week, which coincides with nate's upcoming birthday. yet here you are, in the middle of night, searching for a secluded spot for you to get dicked down in the backseat (which never gets old when you're with matt)

you feel a mix of excitement and guilt as matt pulls into a dimly lit parking lot in the town of sommerville —one they used to go to to film their youtube videos earlier in their career. matt turns to you, his eyes dark with desire, “is this good?” he says with a restless tone of voice.

“yeah this is perfect.”you say eagerly.

as matt turns the music up, you feel a familiar rush of adrenaline, you know this is how it always starts; you find a parking lot, you turn up music, and get down and dirty soon after.

without hesitation, you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb into the backseat with readiness, arousal rushing heating up your body more and more. matt follows suit, his movements swift, as if he's been waiting for this moment all night. clothes swept off in an instant.

“c'mon i want you to ride me.”, he says grabbing your waist throwing you onto his lap as soon as he rushes to the back seat.

your cheeks flush with red like a strawberry at a simple touch and hand placement. he then grabs your face kissing you sloppily.

the first touch. it burns but feels so good. you know its the adrenaline, but its also the excitement of something you haven't had in what feels centuries. you kiss him back hungrily loving the way his lips mold with yours.

you put your hand on his chest. you align yourself with his stiff cock and ease yourself down. the stretch burns. you'll never get used to how big he is. way bigger then nate. the familiar stretch that makes you lean forward and press your lips to his as it stretches you out little by little.

the long as you awaited feeling of matt inside of you could make you finish right then and there. his dick makes you see stars.

once you get used to the feeling, you put your head in the crook of his neck, and slowly start to rock your hips.

low, muffled curses come out of both of your mouths.

skin slapping on skin, the mixture of his groans and your moans and the drowned-out music on his radio are the only things that can be heard.

matt's hands grip your hips tighter, guiding your movements as you ride him with increasing intensity. the windows of his car are starting to fog up, creating a private sanctuary in this public space. the car rocking as you ride him.

“fuck, you feel so good.”he groans into your ear, his hot breath against your neck sending shivers down your spine.

you pick up the pace putting your hands on his chest and using your feet to help you bouncefaster on his cock as his hands roam your body, touching every sensitive spot he knows drives you wild. the familiar coil of pleasure builds in your core, threatening to snap at any moment.

“i'm close.” you whimper, your movements becoming more erratic as you chase your release.

matt's grip tightens, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. “cum for me, baby. let me feel you.” he demands, his voice rough with desire.

your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure course through your body. matt follows shortly after, groaning your name as he fills you up.

as you both come down from your high, reality slowly starts creeping back in. you know this won't be the last time, no matter how many times you tell yourself otherwise. matt's pull is too strong, the thrill too addictive to resist.

matt pulls you off of him and he spreads your legs open and inserts two fingers into your sensitive cunt catching you off guard making you whine as you were sensitive from just cumming.

your pussy makes squelching noises as he fucks the mixture of your cum back into your pussy with his fingers. biting down on his lips as he watches his fingers thrust in and out of you.

you felt that familiar build up starting to rise in your pussy as the sounds started getting wetter and wetter.

“come on baby, i know you can do it.”matt praised as he thrusted his fingers into you at a fast pace knowing what was coming.

one of his favorite things to do was make you squirt. he loved the thrill of it, and quite honesty he also enjoyed the mess that he can make out of you.

nate never had you like this. he could barely make you cum without you helping. this is one of the reasons you always run to matt when he’s in town. and maybe the fact that you both are too drawn to each other to let each other go.

you could feel your legs starting to shake as matt's fingers continued their relentless pace. your hands gripped the seats, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure built up to an almost unbearable level.

“that's it, good girl.” matt whispered, his voice husky with desire. “i want to see you make a mess.”

your back arched off the seat as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur and your eyes roll back. the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the car, mixing with your desperate moans.

“matt, i-i can't.” you gasped, feeling the pressure building.

lyes, you can.” he encouraged, adding more pressure. “come on, baby. show me how good i make you feel.”

your whole body tensed as the sensation became overwhelming. with a loud cry, you felt yourself gush around his fingers, your release soaking the backseat and making matt’s pants soaked.

matt groaned at the sight, slowly working you through your orgasm until you were whimpering from oversensitivity. “fuck, you're so hot when you do that.”

you lay there panting, your body trembling from the intensity of your second orgasm.

matt leaned down to kiss you softly. “i love it when you do that baby.” he looked at you as he started to rub fast circles on your clit as you felt another one starting to build up.

you whimpered at the overstimulation, your body still sensitive from the previous orgasms. but matt's skilled fingers knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you come undone again and again.

“please.” you gasped, not sure if you were begging him to stop or continue. your thighs trembled as he maintained his relentless pace.

“i know you've got one more in you..” matt growled, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open. “you're doing so good for me.”

the praise sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting closer. your hips started to move against his hand involuntarily, chasing that familiar build-up of pleasure.

“that's it, baby. just like that.” he encouraged, increasing the pressure on your clit. “you look so fucking beautiful when you're about to cum.”

your breath came in short gasps as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level. your hands clutched desperately at the leather seats, searching for something to ground you as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you.

“matt, fuck.” you moaned, your back arching off the seat. “i'm gonn-”

“cum for me.”he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “one more time, baby. let me see you fall apart.”

your third orgasm hit you like a lightning bolt, more intense than the previous ones.

your body convulsed as pleasure coursed through you, matt's fingers working you through it until you were practically sobbing from oversensitivity.

“no more.” you pleaded weakly, pushing his hand away. your entire body felt like jelly, completely spent from the multiple orgasms. matt slipped his fingers out of you licking them clean of your juices. he was addicted to your taste.

matt chuckled softly, pulling you into his arms. "you did so good." he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your temple. "so fucking good for me."

as you lay there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, reality started to seep back in. the guilt, the shame, the knowledge that you'd have to face nate tomorrow – it all came rushing back.

but for now, in the safety of matt's backseat, with his arms around you and his heartbeat steady against your back, you let yourself enjoy the moment. you knew this wasn't the last time, no matter how many promises you made to yourself.

matt's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as your breathing slowly returned to normal. the windows were completely fogged up now, creating a private bubble that separated you from the rest of the world.

“we should probably get going.” matt said softly, though he made no move to let you go. “it’s getting late.”

you nodded, but remained still for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. these stolen moments were all you had with him, and despite the guilt, despite knowing it was wrong, you couldn't bring yourself to give them up.

slowly, you both began to gather your clothes, getting dressed in the cramped space of his backseat. your body ached in the most delicious way, a reminder of what had just transpired.

as matt drove you home, neither of you spoke much. the silence was comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of the radio and the hum of the engine. his hand rubbing soft circles on your thigh. you both knew that this wouldn't be the last time, despite what you might tell yourselves.

because that's how it always went with matt. no matter how many times you said “never again” no matter how guilty you felt afterward, you always found yourself back in his car, addicted to the thrill, the pleasure, the forbidden nature of it all.

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