sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆broke-Matt

Y/N POV

"Fuck," I whimpered as Matt pounded into me. We had the house to ourselves for a bit, and I decided to be a brat so I'd get fucked. It always works. He leaned down and kissed me aggressively, somehow going faster.
"Fucking love your pussy." He fucked me into the mattress, choking me with the perfect amount of pressure.
"Such a good girl." I thought I heard a little snap then clenched around him, causing him to cum with me.
"You -" there was a little drop and a loud thud. My eyes widened as I realized what happened.
"Did the bed just fucking break?" I sat up as he rolled off me.
"Dam. I really fuck you good." He giggled, standing up.
"The bed broke?" I said in disbelief. He held his hands out and helped me up.
"What the fuck?" The mattress was only held up on one corner, the top and bottom right were caved in, I could see a broken bored sticking out from the bottom.
"You think I'm aggressive?" He questioned, staring at the bed.
"Definitely." I nodded.
"But you like it, right?"
"Definitely."
"Cool," he mumbled, we stared a bit longer.
"We should probably put clothes on." We got dressed, and just as we walked out, Nick and Chris got home. They're recording.
"Matt and Y/N!" Nick cheered.
"Wha'd you guys do while we were gone?" Chris asked. I stared at the floor, not saying anything.
"What?" They seemed confused at how we were acting.
"What did you do?" We still didn't reply, and they went to Matt's room. I want to leave. They saw the bed, and their jaws dropped.
"You broke the fucking bed!" Nick yelled out, they was a moment of silence before chris burst into a fit of laughter.
"How the fuck did you break your bed?" We glanced at each other and giggled.
"Oh my god." He groaned. "We weren't even gone an hour."
"You gotta take the opportunity's you have." I shrugged.
"And in that time you broke the bed?" He questioned.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault." I held my hands up on defense.
"Matt?" He turned to him.
"It was your fault. You were being a little brat, just so I'd fu -" I put my hand over his mouth before he could finish, shutting him up.
"It was both of our faults." I sighed, releasing him.
"Slut," he whispered.
"Whore." I whispered back.
"You're the nastiest people I've ever met." He said, turning back to the bed.
"Can I break the last corner?" Chris asked.
"I wouldn't touch that mattress." Nick said, lightly kicking the frame.
"They don't fuck on the corner of the bed." He said like it was obvious. My mind flashed back to when Matt had me grind into the corner of the mattress while I sucked him off.
"Well," I said awkwardly as Matt giggled.
"How do you manage to fuck in every corner of this house?" Nick asked.
"Not everywhere." I crossed my arms.
"The bathroom?"
"Yes,"
"The podcast room?"
"Yes,"
"The living room?"
"Yes,"
"My bathroom?"
"Yes,"
"My bed?" He seemed scared.
"Kinda,"
"The kitchen?" He sounded more terrified with every question.
"Yes,"
"Chris's bed?"
"Yes,"
"Hey! What -"
"The floor?"
"Yes,"
"The stairs?" He questioned, running out of places.
"No." I smirked, happy there was a place.  Matt leaned down.
"Last year's anniversary." He whispered, reminding me.
"Yes," I sighed.
"How do you even fuck on stairs?" He asked.
"We had to go up the stairs, and it was just too long to wait." Matt shrugged.
"You couldn't make it up the stairs without fucking." I looked down, extremely embarrassed.
"This is crazy. You better be cleaning."
"Of course we do." I nodded.
"You've literally fucked in every room of this house." He said, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Matt asked,motioning to his broken bed.
"At Y/Ns." Chris said imedietly.
"Apparently you can't go one night alone, and nothing's happening in my bed." He said firmly.
"I can't believe you actually broke your bed." Nick said. "How do you even do that?" He seemed confused.
"Hard and fast," Matt smiled proudly.
"Mathew," I hit his shoulder.
"What?"
"You don't need to tell people how we fuck."
"You broke a fucking bed. I think they already had an idea." Chris laughed.
"It wasn't very sturdy in the first place." I said, trying to make it sound better.
"It was $600." Matt giggled.
"$600!" I yelled, shocked.
"We should be able to drop a car on a $600 bed."