Wrong things (Matthew x reader)

Chapter 9: Tripping

Matthew and his brother had left on a trip for a week and so you and their wives and girlfriends were hanging out at your place.

That was when Carrie, Sam's wife burst through the door, the door seriously almost fell off of it's hinges.

"I brought the good shit!" She shouted.

"Hell yes!" Iridessa said rushing down the stairs.

"What do you mean?" You asked leaning on the railing.

"Aww, you and Matthew really are meant for each other." Irene smiled. You rubbed your arm awkwardly suddenly feeling out of place again.

"Mary jane." Carrie said. "It should suffice for some good entertainment."

You paused and blinked a bit. Marijuana was used to get you high but could also enhance sexual desire and pleasure. You pressed your lips together. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Sam is probably trying to convince Matthew of the same thing right now." Twila giggled. "Damien and I already talked about this before hand but Matthew and you didn't know.."

"We didn't." You mumbled.

"That's because Matthew wouldn't have left you if he knew we'd do this, he's a really protective boyfriend." Irene said.

"You do know why he's like that right?" You asked.

Everyone stopped looking suddenly curious. "Matthew is the runt out of his brothers, he is seen as the youngest despite Damien being the youngest, and because of this he has always been terrified of being overshadowed by his brothers and so he doesn't want the few thing he wants to himself to be taken away." You explained.

"Did he ever tell you he's the favorite son?" Irene asked.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Irene maybe we shouldn't get into this-"

"No, she should know this before she goes spewing nonsense." Irene said cutting off Twila. "Matthew is the demon lord's FAVORITE son,"

"....." you sat there with a dissatisfied look. "That has nothing to do with the topic at hand, we aren't talking parents, we are talking girlfriends."

"All of the other brothers were abused or neglected-"

"HEY!" Carrie shouted. "We aren't gonna fucking do this right now, this isn't a WHO's boyfriend has the worst trauma-"

"Husband-"

"So fucking what Irene, you don't have to brag about how desperate erik was to marry you." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh is there trouble in paradise?" She laughed.

"No actually, everything is peachy here, say how long has it been since you and Erik had sex?" You asked.

"....." she made an irritated face. "A month."

"Jesus, erik is slacking, I have to go slap that asshole." You sighed. "No wonder your irritated."