Bet he couldn’t do that - Matthew Espinosa (requested smut)



Y/n’s POV

“Its like I’m not even there to you, you only notice him and  never me!” Matthew’s voice furiously boomed as soon as the door closed. His hands went to his hips as he looked at me accusingly.

“He’s my best friend Matt! You know that we’ve always been close! And anyway, you’ve hung out with us a million times, and you choose now to bring it up?” My arms locked over my chest as I rolled my eyes at Matt’s jealous behaviour. It’s not like he had anything to fear.

“Yeah, well we started off as friends too!” A prominent vein bulged out as he screamed at me. My hands tightened around me, his anger rolling off him in waves.

“Stop! I’ve known him my whole life! And during that whole time, I’ve never once had feelings for him!”

“He tried to make a move on you! Couldn’t you see?” He took a step towards me, I took a step to him too, not afraid or ready to stand down, “He was going to kiss you!”

“Maybe I should’ve let him” I menacingly whispered, regretting what I said soon after. It was completely unlike me, but somehow Matt’s anger for such a petty thing clouded my common sense.

Matt’s eyes widened, his hands slowly balled into fists. He takes a step towards me. With me being stubborn, I had no intention of moving. Soon Matt’s strokes came faster, I didn’t have time to react before my back hit the cold wall, my wrists being moved above my head. Matt moved his face to the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

The anger I had for him soon became clouded by my overwhelming lust for this boy. His hands wandered from my wrist down my body, ridding my shirt up, squeezing my waist. I bit back a moan as his hands began massaging my right breast. Matt moved back enough to pull my shirt off my body, throwing it behind him. His hands hungrily began palming my breasts before taking my bra off as well. He lowered slightly and licked my nipple, before sucking it, his eyes boring into mine.

I didn’t try to hide the low moan released form my lips as Matt’s tongue moved against my nipple. His tongue ran across to my other breast, sucking and licking my left nipple. Seconds later, his mouth left me, his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me on to his hips, carrying me to the couch. He threw me down, careful not to hurt me, but enough strength to know what he wanted. Before Matt could get full control, I grab him by the tie, pushing down on the couch, straddling him.

I grind slowly on to the bulge of his tight dress pants, my hands over his head on the arm of the couch. I watched as Matts eyes wandered down to our bodies moving against one another, his hands gripped my ass, helping me move. I grab his face, moving him to look at me, my lips crashing into his. It was sloppy and all teeth, the lust and anger coming back. It was going to be love and gentle kisses, but fucking with love bites. Just the way I wanted.

“Fuck babygirl, I want to cum in you, not in my pants,” his hand moved down to my panties, rubbing his fingers against my clit, “it seems like I’m not the only one that’s going to cum, c’mob babygirl, do it for daddy.”

I moan as I get off him, his hands grabbing me by my waist pulling down to the edge of the couch. He lands on his knees, spreading my legs, his hands gripping my panties, pulling down the material excruciatingly slow. His thumbs press my thighs, before he leans in, licking a strip up for my slit to my clit. My head moved even deeper into the couch, my eyes screwed shut as Matt started to teasingly suck my clit.

I felt his warm fingers trail up my thighs to my clit, plunging in without warning. Whilst Matt’s mouth moved slowly on my clit, his fingers were moving in and out harshly, his long, slender fingers curling inside me.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him ever so close to my heat, a gesture to try and persuade him to go faster. Suddenly Matt’s fingers began moving even faster somehow, and soon I was nearing my high. The knot began to grow, nearing my orgasm. But before i could reach climax, Matt removed his mouth, his fingers, slowly sliding out of me. I looked up shocked, to see Matt shoving his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“W-Why’d you stop?” I was trying to regain breath from my almost-orgasm. The ass didn’t even reply, instead began unbuckling his dress pants, pulling them down and off, his unbuttoned his buttons and pulled his shirt off. Then he moved me so I was laying horizontally against the couch, my head now resting against the arm of the couch.

Matt moved to the place between my legs, hooking them around his waist, before thrusting into me. He didn’t even leave time to adjust, before he began pounding me.

“Tell me who makes you feel this way? Huh? Tell daddy who makes you feel so good,” his hand came in contact with my thigh, the slap making me even wetter, “Who’s the one fucking you, making you cum? Huh? It’s not that loser, who is it baby girl? Tell me or I’m gonna stop.”

“Y-You, daddy, you make me feel so g-good. You’re the o-only one who can make me c-cum again and a-again. Fuck!” Matt moved my leg up on to his should, making his cock go deeper into me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. My moans were filling the air, along with the sound of skin slapping against one another.

It wasn’t long before I hit my high. I was moaning, my head being thrown back. Matt’s fingers decide to rub my clit, making em orgasm last longer, and my legs to shake. The euphoric feeling felt never ending, Matt’s cock, continued to thrust into me mercilessly until he came. I felt his sticky cum leak out, thanking the heavens I’m on the pill.

Matt pulls out shortly after, crashing on top of me. His heavy breathing making me smile.

“Bet James couldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know, maybe you have to try a little harder next time?”

“You’re gonna get it baby girl.”

He’s so hot its painful


Imagine Cameron, Nash and Matt have a huge crush on you and they all know it and gets jealous with each other.

Gifs aren’t mine ; Credits to owner


Jealous much ?

Word count: 1548

Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 




“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.




By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.

FaceTime (M.E)

|based on the request: Can you please do a really cute and fluffy Matthew Espinosa imagine? Your writing is soooo good love youuu 💕|

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“Baaaaaaaabe!” Matt screams as soon as FaceTime connects. I can see his eyes gleaming through the camera and his smile is so wide. “You look so hot right now, I’m so attracted to you.”

“I’m wearing a tank top and no bra with running shorts.”

He swiftly nods and winks at me. “I know, and you look hot.”

I raise one of my eyebrows and take a glance down at my outfit, “Can you see my nipples through my shirt by any chance?”

“Yes, yes I can.”

“You pervert.”

“Not a pervert, just a loving boyfriend.” He corrects, clicking his fingers and pointing at me.

“Loving my ass.” I scoff and playfully roll my eyes.

“I am loving your ass, yes.”

I shake my head with a sigh. “Can we have a conversation without you being a little pervy? I haven’t seen you in a month and I haven’t spoken to you directly in four days, stuff has happened that I can’t put into words properly.”

I seriously hate it when Matt is away doing appearances and meetings because it means that he never has time to himself, he’s stuck to his managers schedule. When that happens, he can only text and talk to me when he’s in a car. It sucks so bad.

We can barely have a proper conversation over text anymore. I just have to text him my long ass paragraph about what happened (if I’m sad or lonely or something) and I have to wait for a few hours to get a response.

When that happens, I’m usually over my little problem. I swear his manager hates me

“What happened babe?”

“I got into an argument with my mom about my grades. She’s so fucked up, Matt, my math grade went up and she nearly grounded me. She threatened to take my phone away because my B went up to an A.”

“Are you serious?” He asks and I nod, slightly grinding my teeth together in annoyance. “That’s really stupid, she should be proud of you! I know how much you’ve been struggling with math, you started off with a D and then you raised it to a B all in one test! And now you got an A?! I’m so proud of you!”

I took up extra lessons after school with my maths teacher to help me understand certain topics and it helped me so much. Within five weeks, my grades jumped. So high.

I lay my phone up against my open laptop in front of me and fold my arms on my lap. “What else happened, Y/N? I know something else is up.”

“My dads girlfriend, Cindy, remember her?” Matt nods in response. “Well, she turned my room into a storage room and tried to kill me by feeding me fish.”

My stepmother is the one who created the stereotypical view of stepmothers being evil.

“Are you serious?” He says again, widening his eyes. “Y/N, does your dad know?”

“Yeah and he just laughed it off.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.” Matthew frowns, running a hand through his messy and damp hair. “How long left of school do you have?”

“A week and a half, why?”

“I don’t want you at home when you’re in a toxic environment.” He mumbles quietly, laying back on the hotel bed and holding his phone over his face.

“It’s not toxic, it’s just… Sour.”

My mom likes to take her anger and stress out on me because I’m the only one who won’t hit her for it. She will find any, tiny reason to have a go at me. Sometimes she takes it too far by having a ‘few’ glasses of wine and barging into my bedroom to shout at me.

And my dad… I just can’t stand Cindy one bit. She hates the fact that my dad has a kid, she does not have one maternal bone in her body. She forced my dad to ditch me on Christmas by taking her to Cabo for two weeks.

I’m moving out as soon as I graduate and I’m never moving back in.

“I’m in LA for a month next week and I’m buying you a ticket to come out and be with me for the whole summer.”

He better not be set on this sudden idea of his, but at the same time, I really hope he is.

“Matt, I’m not going to let you get distracted with work by me.”

“I have an entire month off, Y/N, I want to spend it with you and then you can come travelling around America with me for work.” I’ve never actually been out of my home state so it would definitely be an experience. You’d be helping me out a lot.“ Matt insists, pulling his phone closer to his face.

I lightly chew on my bottom lip and sigh explosively. "I wouldn’t be helping, I’d be distracting.”

“No you wouldn’t! You could be my assistant or something.”

Matt wants me to be his assistant? He wants me to work with him? Is he actually being serious or is he just fucking about?

“I am not going to work for my boyfriend, that’s just weird.”

Matt shakes his head with a massive smile overtaking his face. “No it’s not!” I raise my eyebrows and stay silent. “You would help me make my decisions on what would deals I should make with people and if certain tours or appearances would be a good idea for me and my career.

"You would get to join me on all of my trips and experience what I do on a day to day basis… You’d get to stay in nice hotels and get amazing meals at restaurants and you know what the best part would be?”

He’s getting so excited and worked up about this, it’s like he knows that I’m going to end up giving into all of his begs and pleas.

“That I’m with you?” I question, raising a knowing eyebrow with a little smirk on my face.


The grin on Matts face doesn’t leave as he stares at me through the screen, “Would it be okay with your manager and team?”

“I think they’d be all for it.” He lightly shrugs.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I know Angie with all of my moaning about missing home and missing you.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes. It’s impossible for me to hide my smile from him now. “You’re so soppy.”

“Only for you,” He winks again, letting out a small chuckle and smiling right back at me. “So, do you want to come out and stay with me?”

“I’d love to.”

“Hell yes!” He squeaks. “I’m buying your ticket right now, babe. It’s gunna be for the day after graduation, I’ll be with you.”

Did I just hear him right? Matthew is coming to my high school graduation?

“W- what? You’re coming in for my graduation?”

“Of course I am!” He urges, sitting up on the bed and running a hand through his flat hair. “I’m gunna be screaming your name as loud as I can when you get up on stage!” I can only imagine. “And after, we can go out for dinner, just the two of us, to celebrate my baby being free!”

“Awe, Matty.” I whine in awe. He’s so perfect, he’s such a good boyfriend, even when he’s hundreds of miles away!

He goes to say something to me but he closes his mouth as he’s cut off by a woman’s voice. My guess is that it’s Angie, his manager, telling him he has to go.

“I’m sorry to say this but I have to go, I have to get dinner and then a late night meeting but I’ll text you baby, okay?”

I nod, I completely understand. I’m not going to be pissed with him because he has a job. “You took time out of your day to FaceTime me, I’m happy. I’ll talk to you later.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

I swear to god, I though Matthew couldn’t be any cuter..

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Overreact (M.E)

|based on the prompt: Hey could you do a Matt imagine were you make a vine together And it goes viral and you can think of the rest. Thanks😊

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“Friendship goals,” Matt grins at his camera before pointing it down to face the plate of miscellaneous I had made him. “When you get to your best friends house and you find a plate of food waiting for you, that’s when you know that you have the bestest best friend ever.”

“That didn’t make any sense?” I laugh. Matt looks over at me and smiles, rolling his wrist so I was in the shot.

“My best friend is better than yours! I LOVE YOU, Y/N!”

Yes, Matthew Espinosa is my best friend. We’re not the cheesy best friends who have known each other since birth and live next door to each other and our parents end up arranging our marriage when we’re just 16. Nope, I met Matt when I was 12 on MySpace - yeah, fucking retro MySpace - and we had an argument over which breed of dog is cuter.

It’s safe to say that I won the argument by threatening the young lad with my dog, a large German Shepard.

Matt and I live about an hour away from each other but he often makes the trip out here to see me. I once road tripped down to where Matt lives with my friends and we met up with him and some of his friends. It was a dramatic trip.

I don’t like to talk about it.

“Thanks, Matty boy.” I smile and lean up against the kitchen counter and I watch him post the vine onto his account with a bright smile on his face. “That’s the first time I’ve ever been in one of your Vines,”

“And it’s going to go viral,” Matt smugs, locking his phone and setting it on the table. “But that was obvious.”

“Don’t shove your fame in my face, Matthew Lee, you know I don’t care for that.”

“No, I was going to say because you’re so beautiful but clearly you don’t care about that.” He rolls his eyes back jokingly. I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I’m trying to decipher if that’s a compliment or not.”

“Neither can I.” He winks, picking up the fork and digging in to the eggy bread and toasted tomatoes - something I made that Matt seemed to take an incredible liking to. “Why’d you make me food, anyway?”

“We went grocery shopping last night and I know what you’re like when you come over, so instead of you snacking and eating everything I decided to make you a proper, hearty meal.”

“I swear to God, I will wife you up just for this food every day.” That is the most Matthew thing I have ever heard. You can just tell he’s a food pig, can’t you?

“It’s just bread dipped in egg and fried?”

“You make it taste better.”

“How the hell do I do that?” All I did was crack an egg in a frying pan and drop a slice of bread in there. Do I have magic hands or something?

“Because it was made with love and consideration.” Matthew cheeses. He smiles that big ol’ grin at me and shovels another forkful of bread into his mouth.

I can’t help but smile at his appreciation. If I did this for anyone else, I’d get an eye roll and a “what the hell do you want now” speech. Everything is different with Matt. My whole life turned upside down when we became friends. I suddenly started feeing appreciated, loved and wanted. Matt is always so thankful for anything I do for him, unlike any of my other friends, he always makes sure to thank me.

“I’d never do this for any of my other friends so you better consider yourself bloody lucky.”

His eyebrows raise and a cocky smile appears. “I called it.”

“Called what?” I ask, confused.

“You have a crush on me.”

If I was eating or drinking, I would have choked to death by now.

“Where did you get this information from, Matthew?” I splutter and cover my neck with my hand, acting as if it were a shield from showing any signs of weakness.

“I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. You fancy the pants off of me.” Matt smirks with a mouthful of food - attractive.

I pour myself a drink of apple juice from the fridge and take a sip of it. “Well, someone’s ego definitely grew on tour.”

“Don’t try to deny it, doll.” He made sure to chew and swallow his food before he spoke next. “You’ve always had a crush on me but you never wanted to tell me about it because you were scared that it would ruin our friendship.”

He seems so sure of this little accusation, but I really don’t know why. Like, where the hell did he think up this? I can’t even imagine what’s going on through his head right now.

“Did my food make you delusional or…”

“Y/N, don’t change the subject.” He says sharply and drops his fork onto the China plate in a strop. “Just admit it, you do have a crush on me!”

I roll my eyes and take a step over to the dinner table. “Matthew, I do not have a crush on you.”

“Yes you do.”

“I really don’t.”

“So,” He drags. I take a real, long look at his face. His cheeks were beginning to burn red. Wait… Does Matt have a crush on me? “If I asked you out on a date, you would say yes?”

That’s my question answered.

With a long sigh, I stare up at the ceiling and shake my head. “I would say no, because I have a boyfriend.”

Matthew stares at me in shock. His mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. I raise my eyebrows at him and just watch him until he actually manages to speak to me without panicking and going silent. “Wait, w…what?”

“You didn’t know?” Matt shakes his head. “I’ve been with Adam for 6 months now, Matt.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me that, Y/N? I’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me? What the fuck is that about?!” He shouts at me and stands up from his chair. He practically slams his hands down onto the wood table and glares at me.

And I can’t help but shout and glare back. “Of course I told you!”

“When the fuck did you tell me then, Y/N!” His entire face goes red, and this time, it’s not because he’s nervous. “Because I remember you telling me shit all about this ‘Adam’ guy!”

“We were on the phone whilst you were on tour and you were in your hotel room. I told you about a date I went on - coincidentally with Adam - and you just cut me off and started talking about some hot girl you saw at dinner!” I wave my arm around in an expression of my annoyance, but it doesn’t really do much justice to the tone of my voice. “Of course, it’s typical Matthew to cut off whatever I say, isn’t it?”

“Hey, don’t pin this on me, this is your fault.”

I can feel myself growing angrier and angrier by the second. He’s such an ignorant asshole who only cares about himself half of the time.

“Oh fucking wow. Now this, this is typical Matt.”

“Why are you being such a bitch?Seriously what is your problem today?” He half laughs, half sighs. “Are you on your period or did you have a petty argument with your fucking boyfriend?”

I’ve had enough. I love Matthew to death, of course I do, he is my best friend, but recently, he’s turned into an asshole who has no respect. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know if it was the 'surprise’ of me having a boyfriend or if was being away on tour for so long of if it’s the people he’s hanging out with now. All I know is that he’s not the same Matt he was last week.

“Leave, Matt.”

“Excuse me?” Within seconds, his red face whitens and pales to the point where he looks sick.

I walk away from the kitchen table and back to the counter, leaning against it so I wasn’t facing him. “Get out of my house, I don’t want you here.”

“You can’t just make me leave, Y/N.”

“You’re in my fucking house, I’ll have you know, and I will call the fucking cops if you don’t leave.”

“Are you being serious right now?” I nod. I refuse to speak to him after the way I was treated. “I don’t know what happened in the past few weeks that made you resent me so much, but whatever I did, I’m really sorry, Y/N. I respect you and your choices, no matter how I react.” He picks up his phone and walks towards the kitchen door. “I do love you because you’re my best friend. If you don’t want to be associated with me anymore, that’s fine, it’s completely your decision and I will respect that. I just… I want you to know that lately, I’ve been having these thoughts about you, and me, being together and I just wanted to see how you felt about it.” Matthew bites his lip and looks down at the floor.

All I do is stay silent.

“Well, I guess that you’re not going to talk to me anymore but just know that I’ll always be here for you. Also know that I have a huge fucking crush on you and I’m really happy for you and Adam - he’s a damn lucky man.”

And with that, he walks out without a second look. Leaving me to feel like absolute shit.

Panic. ~Matthew Espinosa Imagine.


I woke with Sweat pouring down my face. I know, very attractive, right? I had a bad dream don’t blame me. I lay still for a few moments trying to collect myself, but it wasn’t working. So I got out of bed looking at Matthew who was still out cold and made my way to the bathroom.

I walked in and turned the light on. Standing in front of the mirror, I was trying to coax myself to stop, but unfortunately, I knew it was too late. It was already beginning.

Matthew’s POV

I woke expecting Y/N Charlotte to be sleeping soundly right beside me, but when I opened my eyes she wasn’t there. I sat bolt upright in bed looking around until I noticed the light in the bathroom was turned on. I got up and made my way in.

“Y/N?” I questioned, “ Are you okay?” She turned to me, she had tears running down her cheeks, her face was bright red and she was breathing really heavily. As soon as I saw her I pulled her into my arms.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay now” I whispered to her.

“I had a horrible dream, Matthew” She sobbed into my chest

“Shh, it’s okay. What happened?”

“It was horrible. You were gone a-and I d-didn’t know what to do” She sobbed again.

“Hey, hey. I’m here and I ain’t going anywhere” I whispered, stroking her head. She pulled away from me a wee bit and looked up at me.

“Can we go cuddle?” She asked innocently.

“Of course” I responded. I took her hand and she followed me back into our bedroom, turning off the bathroom light. We got into bed she lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm securely around her.

“I love you, Matthew,” She said.

“I love you too, Y/N.” I said and kissed the top of her head, as she drifted to sleep in my arms.


How he describes your period lmao idk this is pretty stupid and lame I’m sorry 😂

A Lot Alike ~Matthew Espinosa Imagine~

Summary: You were a fan of Matthew Espinosa. You were compared to him by your friend, Cameron Dallas, who happens to set you both up. 

Author’s Note: I’m writing this cause I met Matthew and let me just tell you that, that boy is fine af. Also, I live in Chino Hills so half of the fanfiction with Cameron is always 90% wrong. 

Originally posted by fckjacks

You were friends with Cameron Dallas for a long time. Even though you both went to different schools and you were younger than him, you both were best friends. Your families had been friends and you both bonded over the years. 

Right now, you were with Cameron as he was back in Chino Hills. You both were at the Shoppes eating. The Shoppes was next to your school and Cameron met up with you there when he came back. 

“So, how’s school?” Cameron asks you.

“Great. The amount of homework is great, the people there are so nice, and the fact that you’re not here half of the time is amazing,” You sarcastically say. Cameron laughs at you. 

“I miss you too,” Cameron says. 

“I’m just glad you’re back,” You tell him. 

“You know, you remind me of one of my new friends in Magcon. You two should meet sometime,” Cameron says. 

“When?” You ask. 

“We’re going to LA this weekend. You should hang out with us,” Cameron invites you.

“Okay. Call me an hour or two before you pick me up,” You warn. 

“Yes mam,” Cameron salutes. 

On Saturday, Cameron picked you up and drove straight to LA. You were rapping to some song on the radio and filmed yourself with Cameron in the background. 

You made it to a restaurant and you walk in to see eight guys sitting and waiting. 

“There he is!” You heard. 

“Hey guys, this is Y/N,” Cameron smiled. 

“Hi guys,” You smile. 

“Hey! I’m Nash. Cameron’s best friend.”

“Oh. That’s awkward cause Cameron and I are best friends,” You joke. 

“Cameron how could you?” Nash fakes a cry. 

“I’m Carter.”

“I’m Taylor and let me just say, you’re cute.” 

“I’m Jack Johnson.”

“I’m Jack Gilinsky.” 

“And I’m Matthew,” The last and cuter one said. 

“Matthew is the one who reminds me of you,” Cameron says. 

“Oh okay.”

You sat by Matthew and he smiles at you. You both hit it off really well. You both laughed and talked throughout the lunch. You did talk to the guys a bit but you mostly talked to Matthew. 

“Okay, we need to get home. I promised Y/N’s parents we’d be home before 8,” Cameron said reminding you of your strict parents. 

“Oh okay. Before you go though, can we get your number. You’re really cool to hang out with,” Nash said. 


You gave them your number and started to say your goodbyes. You lastly went to Matthew and he hugged you tightly. 

“We should hang out again,” He says. 

“We should,” You smile. 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” Matthew smiles before kissing your cheek. His lips linger as he pulled away. 

You blushed after the kiss on the cheek and you left with Cameron. 

You are too pretty to cry - M.E

This is for @yesjustanotherwriter

I sat there staring at my screen eating pot noddles. Logging in on my Twitter account. I read hateful messages after hateful messages. It broke me, no more like killed me inside. I never told Matt that his fans hated me. I didn’t want to hurt. I read along in my head

F/A/N @Y/N you are so ugly you need to leave Matt alone you fattie.

“F/A/N @Y/N go kill yourself.

My throat started to tighten up and the taste of salt started to come through in my throat. I started to break down inside. Every bit of self esteem I had was gone. Completely gone.

I Always struggled with self esteem especially now since Matt was surrounded by beautiful girls calling his name. I felt the door open and I tried to hide my sobs but they just came out louder. I sounded like a cat wailing when they hurt them self.

"Y/N baby What’s wrong please don’t cry! Please I can’t stand to see you upset!” Said Matt, my boyfriend wrapping his long arms around my waist. He rubbed his fingers along my skin making me feel loved. “Your fans hate me! Look at the hundreds of tweets from them all!” I said losing my breath I between each word since my sobs were making me lose my breathe.

“Princess you are to beautiful! Please don’t let your crown fall! They don’t mean it! They are just immature and can’t deal with me dating someone!” Matt said trying to keep calm. He wasn’t doing well since he was running his fingers through his long dark blonde hair. His hands were clenching into first and his jaw was clenched making his jaw line visible.

“I love you!” I said wrapping my arms around his waist and placing a kiss on his chest. I knew I had to calm down his anger so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. “I love you more princess! It’s me and you forever.” He said placing a kiss on my forehead and cheek.


It Only Takes Once

Anon: Cameron Dallas- you accidentally got pregnant

This was a request from forever ago. For the anon who requested, I’m sorry it took so long. A lot has happened recently and Tumblr has slipped my mind. But here we go!

My hands are shaking. The timer is still ticking away. I just took a pregnancy test. My brother, Aaron would be so pissed. I went and visited him at Magcon while he was on tour and hung out with the guys. Cameron and I hooked up on the last night I was there, and we never told anyone. Cameron was my first. He took my virginity. And now, our lives might be ruined. The boys don’t come home for about a week. Aaron is going to be so pissed. It feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed. Two more to go. I’m not ready to be a mom. But if I’m pregnant, I can’t kill the kid. Finally, the timer goes off. It’s now or never. My hands start shaking even worse as I approach the sink where the test is laying. My eyes are screwed shut, terrified of the answer. I attempt to pick up the stick, dropping it about a dozen times before finally gripping it. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. I force my eyes open. The test has two pink lines. I’m pregnant. Tears begin flowing down my face, as sobs wrack my entire body. I collapse on my bathroom floor. Thank God nobody is home to hear and see me like this. Thoughts keep swirling through my mind.

‘What do I do? What if Cameron wants nothing to do with me or the baby? What if everyone calls me a whore?’ 

Suddenly, my phone goes off. Sierra was calling me. 

“H-hello?” My voice croaks.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.” She immediately becomes serious. Sierra is literally my best friend ever. 

“I’m pregnant.” I said the words. The line is silent. Even saying it didn’t make it feel more real. 

“Who? Who’s the father?” I gulp, trying to find the words. “Come on. I won’t be mad.” 

“Cameron. Your brother Cameron.” The phone is quiet before I hear the loudest squeal ever. “I’m gonna be an aunt! How did he react?” 

“He doesn’t know yet. I literally found out less than five minutes ago when I looked at the test I took. I don’t know what to do. Aaron is going to kill me. Cameron and I aren’t even a thing. It literally happened once and now look at me. I had sex for the first time and it got me pregnant. Some luck I have.” I didn’t notice my brother standing in the doorway. 

“Y/N? Tell me you’re not being real right now.” My whole body tenses as I hear Aaron’s voice. I remained silent. “Who is it?” He finally asks.

“Cam.” I heard a long and loud sigh. I turn, the tears coming back. “He doesn’t know. You and Sierra are the only ones who know. Just please, don’t leave me or call me a whore. I just need my brother.” I blurt.

“I would never do that to you. You’re my little sister. I’m always here. And honestly, I would rather Cam be the father than anyone else. At least I know he’ll take care of you and Bean. Don’t think he’ll leave. Because he won’t. I know it.” I smile, forgetting Sierra is still on the phone. 

“OMG! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A REVEAL THING FOR HIM. LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR THINGS.” I jump at the screech from the phone. I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


My hands are shaking again, but for a different reason this time. Aaron and Sierra decided to invite ALL of the guys and make it a party. Sierra helped paint my stomach. Right now, I have a tshirt on with a bikini top underneath. I tend to always do that at Summer parties incase I want to take my shirt off. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary. We painted a picture of a little pair of feet with a retro loading bard underneath it, at 10 percent. It was adorable. One by one, all of the guys came and hugged me. Mahogany was there too. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. 

“Cameron!” I yelled, he turned his head and grinned. *it’s now or never*. I walk up to him, taking my shirt off in the process. “I don’t know how else to tell you, but you’re going to be a dad.” His face goes blank. My heart thuds. “Cam, please. Say something.” All of a sudden, he does his signature Cameron scream. 

“I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!” He screeches. Then, the biggest surprise ever happened. All of the rest of the guys went silent. That’s never happened before, at least not voluntarily. 

“I’m the favorite uncle!” Taylor screams, which causes an argument over who will be the best and favorite uncle. I shake my head laughing. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Cam whispers.

“I can’t believe Aaron didn’t kill you.” He smirked and dipped me like the old fashioned movies and kissed me. 

LET ME START BY SAYING THAT IT WAS COLD THAT EVENING!!!!! (You’ll get what I mean after watching this au) Guys decided to film a q&a video together
And Nate is so insecure when Y/n’s around
And when she decides to do THIS, he don’t know what to look at to avoid looking at her

Requested by the lovely anon 💕
Let me know if you liked it ❤️


Aaron appreciation because i feel like he doesn’t get as much as he deserves 😘