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You poured yourself your 9th glass of champagne. You knew you was drinking too much, but you could care less. Your best friend of two years, mattia, was sitting on the sofa, texting many unknown woman's numbers that he got from multiple girls that either snuck it in his phone without you knowing, or, were bold enough to give it to him. The club appearance​ they had the night before at social bash was rowdy, many girls thirsting over mattia. Mattia didn't know this but all night you were watching him. How he moved when he danced, he was low-key a good dancer if you were honest, but you couldn't help but stare...watching how he glided across the dancefloor, flexed his flawless and toned muscles through that shirt. Yes, his shirt was see through. But who are you to judge? He's a fucking god.

You had this feeling for your best friend you have never experienced before. You wanted more from mattia. His affection​ was good, but not good enough. You craved it, you craved his touch, you craved mattia's love. But what mattia hated the most was when you flirted with many boys at the club, little did he know, it was to get the feelings for him, out of your head. He hated it when someone else takes your attention away from him. He hates the way the boy made you giggle whenever he makes a joke about something.

'HehEhe. Bitch. Thinking that he could take my y/n'. This Is all that was on mattia's mind all night. Just the thought of someone else other than mattia, would take you away, made mattia wasn't to punch someone in the jaw.

You walked towards mattia, watching him as he scrolled through the endless rows of numbers in his contact list. You made your way around and sat next to him, sighing at the thought of him going out to have a one night stand, but mattia wasn't planning that at all. You watched as he sighed and placed his phone face down on the seat beside him, giving you his full attention. What you loved most. What you wanted more from him.

You realized this but mattia didn't know that he was looking at you a sort of way. The look of want, need. "Mattia?"

"Yes?" Mattia looked at your glass that was half full. Looking back into your eyes to see that they were turning a bit red.

"Don't you think you had enough?".
Mattia reached for your glass, noticing that you were pouting.

"Aaw, but I wasn't finished". Mattia just chuckled and downed the rest of the wine and placed the glass on the coffee table. You, however, wanted mattia to have your drink. You had done this to the last few, making mattia drink the wine instead of you. But you thought that another one should do it. Mattia was now looking into your eyes. The way he was looking at you, you knew, you knew he was there. He made it. He was drunk.

How did you know? Well, that was easy. You knew because now... mattia was dumb enough to rub your thigh. Now this...this is something mattia never does to you. And if he had ever done it, it wouldn't be his best friend. This just showed you that mattia was in the zone.

"What do you want, mattia?"

Mattia gulped. The tone in your voice was breath taking. Soft, your thick accent driving mattia crazy. He loved it. And he wanted more of it. Mattia needed to hear it in his ear, muffled into his neck, followed by moans and deep breathing.

"What do you mean?"

You noticed that mattia's hand had moved closer to your center. Rubbing between your thighs. Your breathing had hitched, feeling mattia's smirk and the energy that was radiating off of him. Mattia loved the way you were reacting to his touch. He doesn't blame you though. Mattia was feeling the same way about his best friend, and he thought that last night was a good opportunity to maybe keep you out of his head. But he knew damn well that it won't work. He thought that maybe getting woman's numbers and probably hitting them up would help him. But it didn't, and he expected it.

Today he couldn't resist you. The way you dressed. Lace dress all see through, seeing your caramel skin under that dress, the outline of your thick body made mattia drool.

Mattia was drunk, he knew that. He wanted to be. He wanted to be drunk with you. To share the High with you. And the way you were looking at him, he couldn't handle himself anymore.

Mattia leaned forward and kissed you softly.

You were caught by surprise. Feeling mattia's tongue drag across your lips, and without even knowing it, you let him in. You didn't expect mattia to be like this. Well...to do this anyway. Nevertheless, you loved it. You moaned into the kiss. Making him go crazy when he pushed you back into the couch and plopped himself between your legs. He had always dreamed of you being in this position with him. And...well, his dream came true.

"Mmm mattia". You moaned, Mattia's hands were travelling up under your shirt, rubbing down your define body that he loves when seen. You unlocked your lips with his and kissed your way to Mattias neck, instantly finding his sweet spot. Mattia moaned, hearing his blissful sounds echoing off the walls and right back to them nearly drive you off the edge.

"Tell me what you want y/n. Tell me what you need".

You couldn't get enough of mattia's words. You were getting wet from his voice alone. Mattia couldn't get enough of you either. He loved the way you would writhe beneath him. Pulling out sounds that he has never heard before from his Best friend, that was caused by him. Oh how he loved those sweet moans of blissful ecstasy. You tugged on mattia's shirt, letting him pull it up and over his head. Mattia didn't hesitate to reunite the kiss, he just can't leave the taste of watermelon. His hand tugged on your waist band, feeling you lift your lower half up, making things a little easier as mattia tugged down your sweats.

Time skip bought to you by mattia's 69 inch pepe

"F-fuck mattia!" You screamed from the top of your lungs. Breathing became shallow, moans weren't audible anymore. You could hardly breathe with how mattia was fucking you into the mattress. The head board hitting the wall, bed creaking and groans were echoing.

Mattia was watching how you were reacting to his thrusts. He would go slow, come out and ram into you, but most would be merciless thrusts, and he could tell that's what you loved.

The look on your face was...a beautiful sight. It was breath taking. Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly hanging open and eyes squeezed shut. Hands gripping the sheets beside you sure to be teared apart. The look of pure ecstasy. When you opened your eyes, you were met with dark eyes staring strait at you. You were losing your mind. You couldn't control the need of mattia anymore. And if this was the first time, then you both knew there would be another and another after this.
You both felt your orgasms coming. Reaching the peak of your high. You and mattia both came at the same time.

"Mattiaaa!" You screamed as Mattia rode out both of your guys high.
"Ah shit y/n!" Mattia groaned in your neck.

He slowed his strokes and slowly pulled out. He hissed at the sensitivity and plopped himself next to you, catching his breathe. Mattia looked at his best friend and saw that you were drowsed, eyes were hooded and pupils were still dilated. Mattia loved the sight. You were drenched in sweat, sticky all over from his white love. You could care less. Mattia had just found enough energy to wrap his arms and you and pull you into a spooning position.

"I love you y/n".

"I love you too".

Mattia smiled and kissed your temple.

'i should drink more often'.

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Whew Chile

Something different?

Well, yh. I wanted to call this "best friend" but that seemed boring so.. why not.

Also, if this sounds familiar, it's because it was from my "drunk in love oneshots" book about Les twins that I made a while back so....yh

Also, I POSTED!!

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