you called? // matt // semi-smutty // request

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summary; "a semi smutty one in which matt is the only one home and hears y/n masturbating in her room and he just tries to ignore it at first and then she moans his name?"

sorry if it's long and drawn out, the main part of it is pretty short so i just added a bunch of details and stuff ab random shit idk anywayssss enjoy

not proof read sorry if there's mistakes

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when matt came home from hanging out with nick and chris, he expected the house to be empty for the most part. normally during the weekdays, the house was cleared out.

it didn't matter if no one was busy, it would just be a good day to get out of the house and hang around in town. which is good sometimes, because one of the triplets or y/n or madi, since they all live together, can just come home and hang around, until the others get there.

basically, they have a bunch of private time, and a whole house to themselves; they can plan pranks, make their personal channel videos, throw a tiny party-- whatever. one of the downsides to not having someone home all the time, is that you don't know when the door opens and shuts.

it's really the only problem with living in the house. besides the fact that boys can be a pain in the ass at times. but it all balances out; you're already used to that stuff. you've grown up with the triplets your whole life, after your parents died, you moved in with them.

matt came home to wind down and get a head start on editing his personal channel youtube video he filmed earlier this week, just to chop up the video slightly, and then give it to nick for him to make sure it looked alright; considering nick was way better at editing than matt.

plus, after spending the day out of the house, he just felt really tired, and slightly irritated. it's not his fault, all he wanted to do was hang out for a bit, but ended up getting frustrated with his brothers, so he came home early.

nick and chris understood it for the most part. there was more than just the reason he was feeling annoyed, so it's not like matt lied about why when they were asking. they're his brothers and they can understand a social battery being drained.

matt grabs a couple of snacks for his room, crouching down and rummaging through chris's cupboard. despite the fact that chris threatened to fill matt's room with pictures of liam neeson again when he caught him the first time.

matt didn't mind it the first time, at all. that was his favorite actor and actually ended up keeping the shirts with liam neeson's face on them because why not?

it's fine though, matt knows that chris wouldn't start a prank war over some snacks. if he did, then that would be pretty stupid of him, because this time, y/n and madi were involved, as they're roommates with the triplets.

which means two more people are on the playing field, two times the trouble and genius minds, matt's sure you'd end up dominating the prank field. even if he doesn't want to admit it to either you or his brothers out loud, you are one evil genius. and you show that literally every chance you can.

also, that means you're pranking them without them knowing half the time. on the other hand, you feel as if you'd know when they're pranking you because for one you've known them for a long time, but mostly because they can't lie worth a shit.

hell, the first time he met you, he knew you'd be best friends. to say the least, matt is fond of you in a couple of ways. matt just appreciates you a lot more than you probably think he does.

matt heads upstairs to start his editing run. before he reached the top of the staircase, he thought he was home alone, maybe even had the suspicion that he wasn't. but then it really dawns on him when he gets closer to your room, that he's not home alone anymore.

very much coincidentally, you'd thought you'd be home alone too. actually, you were home alone the entire time, up until matt came home. and so, during that time you'd managed to clear your schedule for some "me time".

however, it was a mistake that you thankfully wouldn't end up regretting. but an embarrassing mistake, nonetheless, no matter how the situation ended up going.

matt's face starts to heat up the closer he gets to your door, the more he can hear your moaning sounds through the walls. he suddenly wishes that they were thicker, because maybe then he wouldn't be hearing you during one of your more private times.

when he finally makes it to his room, dumping all of his stolen snacks on the desk, he can still hear you. painfully loud through the walling, because your room is quite literally next to his.

the only thing he's happy about is that his brothers didn't end up coming home with him. it would just be way more awkward for all 3 of them to be hearing their roommate masturbating.

matt places his earbuds into his ears, turning on his music moderately loud, but not at full volume because damaging his earbuds isn't at the top of his list.

after a couple of minutes pass, you still haven't stopped. matt's just about to lose his mind and his dignity. he didn't mean to sit through the entire 3 minutes of it happening, he just assumed that it would be over soon enough.

however, around the second minute of having to sit through it, he was nearly about to just grab his stuff and go back out of the house and warn his brothers to just not come home yet.

until, his name rang out through the house, clear as a bell.

matt had had enough of it at that point, pulling out his earbuds and dropping them on the table.

his stomach does flips, butterflies swarming up, throughout him as he stops in front of your closed door. and right before he's about to coward back, he hears his name roll off your lips, again.

something snaps inside of him as he grabs the doorknob and opens the door. like he can't hear his name come from you unless he's making you say it.

naturally, when he walked in, you covered yourself faster than he thought you would. he hardly got a good look at you when he came into the room.

"you called?"


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