When Gf Jnows How To Write

when gf jnows how to write 😭😭😭

𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: you and the triplets visit Las Vegas for the weekend but when you guys go out to party, the tension rises between you and matt

⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: dom!matt x poc!reader

⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, backshots, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap up tf), oral (fem!receiving), slight choking, use of pet names, spanking, and overstimulation

a/n: the smut was a bit rushed only bc this intro was long as fuck , but this fic has me going insane. also come here to join the taglist !!

⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 2.4k (longest one yet)

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Warm summer air drifted around your body, goosebumps jumping across your skin as the wind blew. Chattering bouncing off the building walls, echoing out into the air.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Chris whines, becoming impatient with the line of people waiting to enter the club. “Dude, shut up we don’t have long.” Matt says, rolling his eyes at Chris’s behavior.

It was currently 10:30 pm, the heat was absolutely excessive at this time of night. You had gotten invited by Matt to go on this quick trip, but he practically had to beg you to come.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊

 “C'mon please.” He said, putting his hand in a praying position. “We’ll have fun. Nick will be there which means you won’t be as bored.” He continued. Matt had a point, but you still weren’t budging.

“Matt, are you serious right now?” You ask, a small laugh dropping for your lips. “I’m dead serious.” He says, looking down at you with a small pout on his face. “We can go out and do the things you want, just come with please.” He said one last time, hoping you will finally agree with his continuous begging.

You thought about it, the gears clicking in your head. But you don’t know why Matt wanted you to go so bad. “Okay fine Matt, I’ll go.” You say, making Matt smile ear to ear as those words left your lips. “You won’t regret it.” He says, walking back towards his room.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

You were dressed in a dazzling, sparkly dress. The gems glistening underneath the shining lights upon the building, your heels doing the same. Matt was taking in the view of you, examining how your dress had a snug fit around your curves. He watched as you engaged in a conversation with Nick, your smile peaking out as he cracked a joke.

You feel eyes burning in the side of your face, turning your attention on Matt as his eyes effortlessly scaled your body. Your teeth nibble on your bottom lip as his eyesight fixes on you, causing him to drop his head and continue his chat with Chris.

“Girl, hello.” Nick says, waving his hand in front of your face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment from being caught staring at your friend's brother. “Yeah, sorry I was jus–.” You start to say. “Mhm yeah I saw, you have to make a move before someone scoops him up.” Nick says. He knew you always found his brother utterly handsome, but you weren't sure if it was initially fine for the feelings to be up in the air.

After Nick finishes his sentence, you’re next up in line. The security does the normal ID check and lets you pass. The sound of Lil Baby’s voice rang throughout the club like a bell, men and women’s bodies buzzing with energy. You feel Nick’s hand grasp onto your wrist, breaking you out of your trance.

“Let's go get a drink bitch!” He yells, making sure you were able to hear him over the blaring music. He drags you to the bar, ordering four shots of vodka for the both of you. Nick downs his two in an instant, leading you to clutch the shot glasses and do the same. Your face scrunches up in disgust, reminding you how much you hated vodka.

As you and Nick were still congregated by the bar, the song “Throw Sum Mo” by Rae Sremmurd ft. Nicki Minaj & Young Thug began to play. You squeal, wrapping your hand around Nick's bicep and hauling him towards the dance floor.

Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah I know, you just got cash (mm, bust it)

Blow sum mo’ (word), blow sum mo’ (bust it), blow sum mo’

The more you spend it, (yeah, bust it), the faster it go (yeah, go)

Bad bitches (bust it), on the floor (uh huh)

You and Nick are now in the middle of the floor, singing Nicki’s lyrics under as you point and look at Nick.

It’s rainin’ hundreds (bust it), throw sum mo’ (okay)

Throw sum mo’ (yeah, bust it), throw sum mo’ (word)

Throw sum mo’ (yeah), throw sum mo’

Nick now pulls out his phone, turning the flash on and recording you.

“HI, BYE HATER, I FLOOD THE CLUB WITH PAPER.” You yell, maintaining eye contact with the camera as you continue to rap along. “SHORTY GOT A ASS, SOME FOR NOW AND SOME FOR LATER.” You continue, turning your back towards the camera, and bending over while shaking your ass.

“YES,” He screams, “FUCK IT UP BITCH!” He says, playfully smacking your ass as it recoils. After a few more seconds you stand up straight, resuming your rapping with Nick. He comes closer to you, reaching in to ask you a question. “I’m going back to the bar, do you want anything to drink?” He says. “Yes please, can you get me a vodka lemonade?” You ask, your throat now needing a drink to replenish its dryness. He nods, marching his way to the lit up counter.

You stay where you are, slightly swaying your hips to the song as you wait for Nick. Pulling your phone you go to your camera, making sure your makeup is still intact. By the time you finish Nick comes up against you, passing you the cold drink. “Thank you babe!” You exclaim, giving him an air kiss. He smiles, persistently taking sips from his drink.

The music changes, Flo Milli’s voice filling the room as her song “Never Lose Me” plays.

Never had a bitch like me in your life

And you ain’t never had a bitch like me in your life, uh

Never had a bitch like me in your life

You ain’t never had a bitch like me in your life (yeah)

Nick’s arm extends up, holding your hand in his as you spin and drop down while shaking your ass. You come back up, singing along to the song as you feel a presence behind you. Without checking who it is, you begin to grind on the person's body. Nick, who was turned, faces you with his eyes immediately widening. This makes you toss your head up, getting a view on who was behind you.

The familiar face of Matt was staring down at you, a sly smirk resting on his lips. You try to move away from him, but his arms which are wrapped around your waist prohibit you from doing so. “Don’t stop ma, continue dancing.” He says, leaning down and placing a small kiss on your neck. Your grip on the cup becomes tight, becoming all flustered from being this close to Matt.

Your eyes flicker to Nick’s, confused on what to do in this situation. Nick see’s the unsure on your face, deciding to remove himself from the current predicament and leave you and Matt alone. Matt spins you around, placing your chin between his fingers as his thumb caresses the side of your cheek.

“Y’know, you looked so good out there. It had me going absolutely crazy.” He says, the smell of alcohol present in his mouth. He grabs your cup and takes a plentiful amount from his mouth, using his pointer finger to open your mouth, and letting the liquor fall from his mouth into yours. You reluctantly swallow, prolonging your eye contact with Matt’s blue orbs that are swirling with lust and desire.

Your body became rather hot and bothered, not knowing if it was from the people surrounding you or the current tension between you and Matt. His lips find his way to yours, closing the gap between each other entirely. It was like the room went totally silent, his mouth smoothly mushed with yours, and moved in such passion. Your hand finds its way to his cheek, squeezing onto it for dear life. Matt’s tongue invades your mouth, dancing around with yours as you fight for dominance.

“We should take this to the room.” You say between kisses, the makeout session becoming to steamy for the public eye. Matt simply nods his head, calling an uber, and pulling you out the club to the outdoors.

As you waited Matt placed you in front of him, his fingers brushing your hip as he planted soft kisses along your bare shoulder. You shudder underneath his touch, your legs rubbing together to get some friction. Just before Matt spoke up, the uber had pulled up, and you immediately made your way to the car. Music quietly played in the background, the traffic not being too much of a hassle at this time of night. Matt’s hand crept between your thighs, fumbling with the lacey fabric of your panties. Your legs squeeze shut, arousal beginning to build up.

“Matt, cut it out.” You say into his ear, knowing the hotel is only a block from where you are. “I can’t mama, I need you so bad.” He says, his fingers itching closer to your clit. This time your hand meets his, removing it from below your dress. Luckily after you did this the uber park outside your hotel, leaving Matt to hastily get out and practically yank you out the car.

“Impatient are we?” You tease him, your heel clacking on the hotel lobby floors. While reaching the elevator Matt repeatedly presses the up button, the need of being inside you overtaking his mind. A bell dings, the doors to the elevator automatically opening. Matt steps in first and clicks the 16th floor button, the doors shutting shortly after. He turns to you, pinning your arms above your head as he attacks your plush lips.

He uses his free hand to grasp your thighs, wrapping them around his torso. The hardness of his dick is perfectly aligned with your heat, making you rub against him. A low moan leaves your mouth, Matt’s tongue clashing with yours. The sound of the bell occurs again, causing his grip on your arms to loosen and wrap them around his neck. He carries you to the room, earning a click from the door as the keycard connects.

When you enter the room a chilling air rushing over your body, making you shiver as Matt kicks the door shut. He plops you onto the bed, your boobs jumping from the sudden action. Matt gets down on his knees and pries your legs open, revealing the wetness soaked into your panties.

“Who made you this wet hm?” Matt asks, the feeling of his lips tracing kisses from your calf to your inner thighs. “You Matt.” You whimper out, his lips now pressing against your core. You feel his arms enclose around your pelvis, the warmth of his tongue swiping against your folds giving you a sense of relief. His mouth is working wonders upon you, the point of his nose grazing your sensitive bud.

The sound of your pussy being sucked and slurped bounced off the hotel room walls, your hand drifting down to Matt’s soft locs, clutching onto them with a harsh grip. A groan emits from his throat, your body feening for more as the vibrations flood every inch of your body. Constant whines drop from your lips, grinding your lower half onto Matt’s face.

“Oh fuck.” You say, releasing uneven breaths as Matt continues his tortuous licks. He drags his fingers down to your clit, his muscle entering your soaked hole. A drawn-out moan pours out of you, the pleasure from his fingers working on your clit and his tongue dipping in out of you driving you over the edge.

“M’close Matt.” a series of broken moans being put out into the air. “C’mon, give it to me baby.” He says, his words being slightly muffled due to how buried he is in your pussy. He drags a few more laps before your cum leaks onto his tongue. Matt licks up the rest of your juices before coming up, his hands reaching to undo your dress latched around your neck. Your boobs are now free, the cold air flowing in the air causing your nipples to become hard.

Matt stands up straight pulling his black tee over his head and unzipping the zip of his shorts, the material of the shorts rubbing together as they fall to the floor. His hard dick was protruding through his black boxers, aching to be released from their restraints.

“Face down, ass up for me mama.” He says in a sultry voice, watching as you comply with his request. You hear his feet shuffle behind you, the palm of his hand sending a strident slap to your ass. You yelp out, the stinging sensation piercing into your skin. Matt rubs the spot he slapped, trying to reduce the pain level.

You crane your neck to see Matt pump himself in his hand, sending you a slick smile before his tip reaches your entrance. He slips in easily, your slick making it effortless as he starts to plunge thoroughly. A pornographic moan leaves your throat, your fingers gripping onto the lush comforter beneath you. Matt was stretching you out in the most perfect way ever, your walls pulsating around his length.

Matt thrusts his hips into yours at a surreal pace, the hotel bed letting out quiet squeaks. Low moans could be heard from behind you, his fingernails digging into your skin.

“Fuck mama, you’re so tight.” Matt grunts, diving deeper into your drenched cunt. From this position he was reaching angles that seemed entirely impossible to get to. “you’re s-so deep.” you whimper out, the way his dick is brushing against your walls makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He quickens the speed of his strokes and puts one his legs on the bed, creating an ungodly pressure to form in your lower abdomen. “It’s too, mm, much Matt” your body slowly inching away from him. “Nope, take it.” He grits out, pulling your body closer as he trails his fingers down to toy with your clit.

“Shit Matt!” You exclaim, tears clouding your vision as Matt rubs you clit at an animalistic level. His name left your throat a thousand times, the pleasure becoming unbearable. He removes his fingers from your bud, attaching them to your neck, and gently presses them down on your neck.

An extraordinary amount of relief flushes over your body as you came, earning an ear piercing moan echoing through the air. Matt was still continuing his work inside you, the sensation becoming overwhelming.

You felt your insides suffocate his dick, feeling his dick twitch as his strokes come to stop. The warmth of Matt’s cum on your back spreads throughout your body, a moan following after. You fall on the bed, heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

“So, do you regret coming to Vegas, baby?” Matt asks, pressing a small smack to your ass as he retreats to the bathroom.

tags: @mattscoquette @mattslolita @luverboychris @l0ver-i @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @mattssluttygf @hoesformatt @sturniyolo69 @luvs4matt @immattsslut

DUDE OH MY GOD IM ACRUALLY SO SAD????

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. softdom!mat x sub!reader

genre. angst, smut

content warnings. explicit content, angst (no happy ending), oral, unprotected sex, creampie. MDNI

summary. you once thought that you and matt were destined to be together, so leaving to pursue your dreams didn't concern you. because you would always find each other in the end, right?

note: i suggest listening to white ferrari while reading this. (or any other sad song if frank ocean is not your vibe) enjoy my pooks, i nearly cried way too many times writing this.

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your heart raced as you reread the illuminated words—once, twice, three times.

you couldn't believe it. the job opportunity you've dreamed of since childhood was right there, displayed on the bright screen in front of you.

for a instant, it felt like time stood still, the world around you fading into a blur as your attention fixated solely on the computer screen.

this was it. every ounce of effort, every sleepless night, and every midnight coffee run had led to this one, singular moment.

"you did it!" your boyfriend shrieked beside you, shaking your shoulders to snap you out of your trance.

matt pulled you into a hug, his comforting cologne engulfing your senses as you melted into his embrace. tears of happiness welled in your eyes while he tenderly cradled the back of your head in his hand.

“i’m so proud of you, baby.” he whispered before pressing his lips against the top of your head—drawing you infinitely close to him.

both of you stood at your kitchen island, intertwined intimately like the moon and the stars as your bodies bathed in the comforting glow of the hanging lights.

matt knew how much this meant to you, frequently bringing food and keeping you company in your studio as you diligently updated your portfolio. and he knew you deserved it more than anyone else.

“i love you so much, matt.” you sniffled into his chest. matt gently withdrew to gaze into your eyes, his own glimmering with pride.

“let’s go celebrate, yeah?” his bright blue orbs flicked between yours. you smiled, nodding as matt’s thumb gingerly brushed away your tears.

matt turned over his shoulder, linking his arm with yours while unhooking his keys from the carabiner dangling from his belt loop.

you nestled your head against him, humming in contentment before giving his bicep a tight squeeze.

“ow kid, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” he giggled, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

your footsteps echoed beneath the moonlit sky as matt swung open the van door, gesturing for you to enter.

you knew exactly where matt was going to take you—your special lookout, tucked away behind the trees and reserved for the two of you.

and so you sat in the wilderness, bickering like an old couple and playfully tossing fries at each other as you just talked. about life, about your future family, and everything in between.

a tiny pang tugged at the back of your mind, knowing that you’d have to leave this life behind for now. but it’ll all work out right?

you set aside the thought; all that mattered now was spending time with the people you loved.

you cherished every second you spent in this tiny town, not allowing any of the time to slip through your fingers. there was never a single moment of worry because you knew that matt would always have your back.

it would all work out just how you planned.

it didn’t strike you until you held one another the night before your flight, crying in each others arms while the soft pitter-patter of the rain drummed against matt’s car.

it was too good to be true.

matt would inevitably have to leave for LA with his brothers to pursue his youtube career, while you were destined to move to the other side of the country. you were both going to be occupied with your own lives, and that's simply how it was meant to be.

you both decided it was best to call it off that night.

“you know i’ll always love you.” matt mumbled into your ear, voice breaking as he gently stroked your hair.

you sobbed against him, clutching his hoodie tightly between your fingertips as if he might vanish into thin air. matt shushed you while his fingers tenderly brushed under your jaw.

he lifted your chin, gazing into your eyes with a mix of sadness and guilt. he promised to be there for you no matter what, and now he was leaving this behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered—warm breath caressing your pink lips. matt furrowed his eyebrows, thickly swallowing before gently pressing his lips against yours. an innocent kiss that he wanted to savor.

you melted into his touch as he pulled you onto his lap. he hooked his arms around you while you cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss. your lips, wet with tears, danced beautifully together.

matt led you to the back seat and pushed you against the cushion as he kneeled between your thighs. his fingers slipped under your shirt—lingering at your hips before snaking up your waist and past the valley of your breasts. he made sure to kiss every inch of your body as he rid you of your clothes.

once you were bare, matt couldn’t help but gasp—heart thumping against his chest as he admired your naked body basked in the moonlight. it felt like the first time he ever saw you.

he placed a kiss on your knee before trailing his lips to where you needed him the most. his teeth nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, blue eyes never leaving yours.

your hands flew to his brunet hair as he pressed his tongue against your folds, burying his nose in your clit. your legs wrapped around his head as soon as he began worshiping your glistening pussy with open mouthed kisses. you trapped him between your thighs but he didn’t care, this was about you.

you felt yourself inching closer to the edge with every twist of his tongue, tears of sadness now replaced with tears of utter pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum!” you strained, matt hummed in approval while your back arched off of the plush cushion beneath you. he poked his tongue past your folds and you finally released, thighs shaking around his head.

“we’ll find each other when the time is right.” matt cooed. he stood on his knees as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans pool below him. he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“just promise to never say goodbye, matt.” you whimpered, legs closing around his waist. matt nodded and pressed his forehead onto yours as he freed his cock from his boxers—gliding his tip along your pussy.

he pushed his cock into your heat, relishing in the way your walls wrapped so nicely around him. god—you were just perfect in every way.

matt desired this moment to be etched into his memory, the way tiny whimpers fell past your soft lips, the way your beautiful pussy clenched around him, the way you were boundlessly intertwined together, all of it.

his thrusts were slow and gentle, you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against you. you brought your fingers to his, locking them together as you held his eyes.

with one final kiss, you came together—matt’s cum filling you while you helplessly quivered around him.

he fell limp on top of you. a few more tears slipping down his cheeks as he held you tight.

you never saw him after you left. it was painful at first, but you eventually grew accustomed to it. his texts dwindled day by day until he eventually stopped texting you altogether.

but now you were happy, engaged to someone you truly love. yet, sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if you had forsaken your dreams and chased matt instead. would you still be together? as much as you hated to admit it, that question gnawed at your brain almost every day.

“look at these! they go perfectly with the color scheme.” your friend gawked at the flashy jewelry in front of her.

as your wedding approached, your schedule grew increasingly hectic, leaving you with barely any time to yourself. you were out in LA, constantly shopping or planning and it was more than exhausting.

you studied the shimmering necklace briefly before shaking your head.

“i don’t know, it’s kind of-“

you came to an abrupt halt, blood running cold as your eyes fixated on a pair of painfully familiar ones.

he stood at a distance, his mouth agape and body frozen in place. he looked different now, his brown wavy hair stopped short just above his eyes, dressed in a button-up flannel that hugged his shoulders over plain blue jeans.

you glanced at the girl clutched to his side, then at the diamond ring on her finger.

a surge of past hurt, anger, and pain washed over you like a tidal wave, bringing unwanted tears to your eyes. you quickly blinked them away, mustering a bitter smile at the couple before turning around.

to this day, you vividly remember the exact words he said to you before you boarded your flight.

“i promise to never say goodbye.”

what a lie that was.

punching my walls

𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑝𝑡. 2 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. softdom!matt x sub!reader

genre. angst, smut, fluff

cw. explicit content, angst (matt and reader are kind of messy in this), abuse, slow-burn, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, creampie, aftercare. MDNI

summary. following never say goodbye, matt concluded that the relationship wouldn't work as both of you were engrossed in your own lives. however, would his feelings remain unchanged when he sees you years later? wc. 4.4k

note. here’s the long awaited ‘never say goodbye pt. 2’,i had such a brain fart while writing this, it was really hard to structure but i think it came out pretty well lolll enjoy mfs. (listen to smth sad, it’ll make the experience better ;))

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both of you gazed silently at the line of cars ahead, observing the crowds of individuals gathering suitcases, bidding farewell to family members, and strolling hand in hand—a poignant reminder of what lay ahead of you.

the day you had dreaded had finally arrived, marking a time of new beginnings, yet also farewells to the people you spent your whole life with.

"you ready?" matt's eyes locked onto yours, slender hands still gripping the steering wheel tightly. he looked exhausted, prominent dark circles lay under his eyes—his pink lips chapped, and hair an absolute mess.

"no." you whispered honestly. you couldn't bear to meet his gaze any longer, afraid that if you did, you might risk everything and cancel the flight just to stay with him for the rest of your life.

matt's hand left the steering wheel and gently covered yours. his fingers curled around your clenched fist, thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin as he swallowed solemnly.

neither of you felt ready; leaving each other seemed impossible. but you held onto faith in your relationship, trusting that you would find each other again when the time was right—just as matt had assured you the night before.

you leaned in to kiss matt once more, your fingers slipping around the nape of his neck to draw him closer. he melted into your embrace—warm hands tenderly cupping your jaw. matt wanted the pressure of your kiss to be unforgettable, knowing it would be irreplaceable and he would yearn for it until the day he saw you again.

you held each other close once it was finally time to board your flight. matt's head rested comfortably above your own as a new wave of tears escaped his sore eyes and trickled down his cheeks. pressing your face against his chest, you sobbed silently, finding solace in his familiar cologne—well aware it would be a while before you could experience it again. you gently rocked together, savoring the fleeting embrace before parting ways.

"i promise to never say goodbye."

matt couldn't even see the road on his drive home, his vision blurred by painful tears streaming down his pale cheeks. a symphony of lights danced in his view—red, white, green, yellow—as he pulled his sleeve to brush the tears from his face. he couldn't believe you were gone just like that, and he cursed the universe for tearing you away from him.

he retreated to his room, tears accompanying him into sleep. matt struggled to imagine life without you after being attached at the hip for so many years. he refused to dwell on it, tired eyes coming to a close as he pretended that you were still right there beside him.

"matt, this apartment is insane! i love it—i mean—look at this view!" you gawked, flipping the face-time camera to capture the stunning city lights illuminating the area. matt's jaw dropped dramatically, his face beaming with delight at your infectious excitement.

"careful, kid, you're standing awfully close to the ledge." matt chuckled into the phone, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you're so extra, there's literally a window." you pressed your palm against the glass.

"AHH!" matt's sudden shout into the speaker startled you, prompting a shocked shriek from yourself. you breathed a sigh of relief as he burst into a fit of giggles behind the camera, what an asshole.

"what the fuck, matt!" you scolded, pushing yourself away from the window and plopping onto the couch.

"i'm sorry," he raised his hand in defeat before quieting down, and the room settled into a familiar, comfortable silence.

"i miss you." matt whispered on the other side, his longing blue eyes filled with love and admiration as they met yours.

"i miss you too."

you both made a habit of calling each other often, almost every single day. despite the increasing busyness of your new lives and schedules, you made it a priority to maintain these calls—even when they began to noticeably drain you.

over time, matt began to worry that he was becoming a hindrance to your well-being. you would join calls with dark eye bags, giving short responses and barely able to stay awake.

you began canceling meetings to make time for him, dismissing opportunities just for the chance to talk to him again—unknowingly ruining the future you had worked so hard to build.

as much as it pained him, matt began avoiding your calls, claiming that he was busy filming when in reality he would drop everything for you in a heartbeat.

... what's going on? why aren't you calling anymore?

you nervously glanced at your phone, reading your text message again before finally hitting send. you stomach sank once you saw the message marked as read at the bottom of your screen.

you wait expectantly for his response, heart beating against your chest with every passing second. but after waiting and waiting, you eventually gave up.

did he fall out of love? did he find someone new? the unwanted questions swirled around your brain, tears clouding your vision with uncertainty.

matt reluctantly shut his phone off after reading your text, reassuring himself repeatedly that this was for the best.

chris and nick watched helplessly as their brother slowly succumbed to depression. his inability to just text you shattered him more than anyone could realize, yet he endured it for the sake of your future.

matt barely left his room, making excuses to avoid filming just so he could lie in bed for hours. he didn't know what to do with himself; it felt like a part of him had died when you left, and he didn't know if he could ever revive it without you.

but he knew it would never work between you two. he had to let go.

"c'mon matt, we gotta film." chris poked his head through matt's doorway, drumming his fingers against the wood.

matt's gaze remained fixed on his phone screen, completely oblivious to chris's words.

chris groaned and pushed through the door. he scanned his brother's cluttered room before sighing in annoyance.

"matt, i know it's been hard but she's probably moving on bro, and you should to. we're in LA now—you need to leave her behind for our sake."

matt's clouded eyes finally met his brother's. he pushed himself off the bed and silently maneuvered past him, descending the stairs to grab his car keys.

matt's lips moved feverishly against the lips of a random instagram model he met at the club—hands sliding under her provocative dress before squeezing the flesh of her ass in his palms. her own hands slid down his chest and toyed with his belt.

red acrylic nails grazed his skin, evoking a strained hiss to slip past his mouth. matt moved his lips down to her neck, leaving heavy, open mouthed kisses on the supple skin.

he flipped her around, unbuckling his belt and slotting the hem of his shirt between his teeth. matt grabbed her hip, positioning himself at her entrance before slipping past—a low groan tumbling out of his swollen lips.

he snapped his hips against her, pushing her body further against the wall as she wailed in pleasure. matt brought his fingertips to her needy clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud before pulling out and releasing on her back.

he sighed behind her, pulling his jeans back to his hips and adjusting his prada belt.

"that felt so-"

the door abruptly slammed shut behind the blonde model, cutting off her sentence as matt had already left the room.

it quickly became a habit. matt would find himself hooking up with countless women to get his mind off of you, and nothing worked. not until he met her.

"matt, correct? my name is luna."

matt turned to meet her gaze before trailing his eyes down to her outstretched hand. he ignored her, turning away from her prying gaze to stare blankly at the wall in front of him.

"is that your dog? it's very cute." she remarked, pointing at the polaroid of him, his brothers, and his dog—trevor—tucked inside his see-through phone case.

"what do you want?" matt sneered, downing his drink and slamming the red solo cup onto the countertop. luna, annoyingly, smiled back at matt, as if his attitude didn't faze her one bit.

"just want to get to know you. i've never seen you around here and you piqued my interest." she said casually, leaning against the marble counter and sipping from her own red solo cup.

matt paused. his tongue poked at his cheek as he huffed irritably, torn over whether to give in and respond.

"i came with my brothers. we do youtube." he quipped, keeping his gaze fixed on the young, drunk influencers dancing underneath the strobe lights.

"triplets, right? people have been talking about you."

matt hummed before pivoting to meet her gaze, his icy blue eyes locking with a set of caramel-colored ones.

"you seem to know a lot about me already." matt raised an eyebrow, still visibly "perturbed" by her presence but willing to engage in her little conversation to pass the time.

"word spreads like wildfire out here." she shrugged as she pushed herself from the counter to mirror him.

"what are you doing tomorrow, matt?"

matt smirked and shook his head, finding her confidence amusing.

"nothing much." he fidgeted with his cup, rubbing the white rim with his thumb as he waited for her response.

this is what he's been needing.

"great. let's go out."

matt and luna hit it off exceptionally well. they settled for a cozy coffee shop, discussing basic interests, past love lives, and family before eventually fucking in the backseat of matt's car.

she wasn't just an ordinary hookup though; there was something intriguing about her that captivated matt. their spontaneous coffee shop dates, exhausting hikes, and riverside strolls began to put a smile back on his face once again—the kind of smile you used to bring out of him.

luna helped him take his mind off of you, It scared him initially, but he knew he had to move on. she was perfect for him. right?

before he knew it, he was engaged to her.

"i love the fall time. perfect weather to get married in." she hummed beside him, snuggling up against his arm as they strolled down the sidewalk.

matt closed his eyes peacefully, breathing in the crisp autumn air. he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her into him as his gaze wandered over the orange trees.

it reminded him of when he proposed—leaving her awestruck beneath the autumn leaves as he dropped to one knee and presented the diamond ring.

but for some reason, it never felt quite right.

matt's smile faltered at the thought. he couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he had a nagging feeling that he was messing everything up.

it was as if the universe had given him a sign in that moment, because he saw you. standing at a nearby jewelry store merely feet away.

he felt his world collapse, as all the suppressed feelings, memories, and love he had for you surged through him like waves crashing on the shore.

his heart began to race the second your eyes met his. oh, your beautiful eyes. he realized how much he had missed them, a feeling that washed over him as he finally saw them again.

he wanted to rip himself into shreds once he noticed the tears of hurt welling in your eyes—tears that he had caused.

he moved instinctively, slipping out of luna's grasp and walking towards you as if in a trance.

"matt? matthew—" luna called out to him, but to no avail. she knew who you were—his ex-girlfriend, the one he was supposed to marry.

matt couldn't tear his eyes away from you; you were just as beautiful, if not more so than before. in an instant, he found himself standing behind you.

"hey, how have you been?"

you turned around, feeling a surge of electricity rush through your veins as you came face to face with your former lover.

"don't talk to me." you sniffled as your wrist came up to wipe your tear-stricken face—the lone drops staining the sleeve of your grey hoodie. you tried to push past matt, but he swiftly reached out and grabbed your shoulder.

"please don't walk away—i know i hurt you, and i just want to explain myself if you'll give me the chance." matt pleaded, his eyes darting between yours as he searched for a glimmer of acceptance from your shielded demeanor.

you shook your head, attempting to walk away before matt's rigid body blocked your path.

"please?" matt's brows furrowed in anguish. how dare he ask, after everything he had done to hurt you?

you stared at him skeptically. despite everything, you couldn't help but want to know what had actually happened—why he chose to leave the relationship behind.

"…there's a bookstore nearby. let's grab coffee tomorrow and talk," you didn't spare him another glance before brushing past him, your shoulder bumping his as you moved ahead.

you pushed open the glass door of the tiny, antique coffee shop—door chime sounding overhead as you glanced around for matt.

your body tensed upon spotting him, nerves tightening with each step toward the table nestled in the back of the shop.

he looked undeniably good—clad in a blue sweater and black washed jeans, with a thin chain and silver jewelry adorning his milky skin.

"hey," matt smiled as you seated yourself across from him. you responded with a quick, tight-lipped smile, your eyes locking onto his.

those blue eyes that once made you feel loved now held a fragile glass of past memories and broken promises. you hated his eyes now.

"how've you been, matt?" you placed your hands on the illuminated table, interlocking your fingers as you gazed curiously into his eyes.

"i-um, i've been good. you?" matt fidgeted with his rings, still in utter disbelief that you were sitting in front of him right now.

"good."

you tucked your hair behind your ear, a habit that matt remembered all too well. he knew you did that when you were anxious, and it broke his heart to see you feeling that way because of him, now.

"i finally watched that movie you wanted me to see—hereditary?"

"matt you have to watch it. it's my favorite horror movie!" you pleaded—tugging at his sleeve while he settled onto the couch.

"no, absolutely not," matt shook his head, pulling you close to his chest as he aimed the remote at the screen to switch it off.

"i'll make you watch it one day, you wuss." you huffed against him, legs coming to rest over his lap.

"not a wuss." he murmured before rolling his eyes. you giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek and pinching it lightly between your fingers.

"my little baby."

"i thought you'd be too scared." you smiled amusedly.

"told you i wasn't a wuss." matt smirked, teasingly gazing at you as he leaned closer.

you felt your old rhythm returning, the banter you had missed so dearly now finally within reach. you and matt ordered your drinks to go, strolling the glowing streets as you caught up on everything life had offered so far.

matt and his brothers had just hit 10 million subscribers, a milestone they celebrated back home. he filled you in on your high school friends in boston—recounting the shocking drama, marriages, and break-ups that left you absolutely astonished.

the night was over before you knew it. you walked to matt’s painfully familiar car, and he opened the door for you—just like the night before you left. you swallowed hesitantly before stepping inside.

"i had a good time." matt drummed his fingertips against the steering wheel, his gaze lingering affectionately on yours.

"me too." you smiled.

you pondered for a moment, before your curiosity got the better of you.

"why did you ruin this?" you whispered, the question hanging uncomfortably in the air as your hands settled in your lap.

matt's smile quickly vanished, replaced by a frown while he averted his eyes from your face and looked ahead.

"do you—do you know how much i fucking missed you? do you know how many times i cried over you? every fucking night matthew, and you're such an asshole because you just gave up on us, just like that!" tears of anger escaped from the corners of your eyes, nails digging furiously into the skin of your palm.

matt sighed irritably, shutting his eyes briefly before meeting your resentful glare.

"you were ruining your future—"

"i don't care matthew! i missed you so fucking much and you were never there. i thought you forgot about me." you sniffled, whispering the last sentence helplessly.

matt froze.

did he fuck up this bad? he never meant to hurt you, he did this for you.

"i never forgot about you. not a single day went by where i didn't think about you—fuck—you drove me absolutely insane, you know that? and you still do! i didn't know what the fuck to do, and i'd take everything back if i could." matt timidly brought his hand to your lap, taking your clenched fist into his own and gently unraveling it before placing it on his beating heart.

"i love you more than you could ever know." matt trembled, his tear-filled eyes fixed on you.

your gaze softened as you gingerly removed your hand from his chest.

"you have a fiancé, matt." you shook your head,

"i know. i don't want to hurt her, but there was something different—something unexplainable between you and me—"

"i have a fiancé too, matthew."

matt hesitated, tears slipping down his pink cheeks.

"it's not too late." he whimpered,

"yes it is. it's better to stay friends matt, we had our chance." you fidgeted, your gaze dropping to the dashboard as you sighed shakily.

"so this is it?" matt's hands defeatedly dropped from the steering wheel.

"i'm sorry." you whispered softly.

your shaky hands pushed open the car door as you began walking over to your front porch—quickly disappearing behind the wooden door.

a week passed before your phone dinged with a familiar name displayed on the screen.

matt??

...hey, could I take you to dinner sometime? as friends, of course. i want to have that, at least.

you stare at the bright words plastered on the screen, fingers coming to reluctantly type out a response.

don’t do it. don’t respond.

...sure.

matt slowly began to regain your trust. a casual dinner led to a movie, then an amusement park, and before you knew it, you were inseparable—fooling around and making ridiculous bets, just like you used to.

you felt so happy, and matt fell deeper in love. he would gaze at you, awestruck, while you did something as simple as holding a dragonfly in your palms. you were mesmerizing—your beautiful hair flowing in the wind, pretty pink cheeks, and perfect lips that curled so nicely when you smiled. oh, matt was so in love with you; again.

you would evidently come home late almost every night, and your fiancé couldn't help but suspect something was amiss.

"where were you."

you jumped upon entering your house, startled by the dark silhouette of your fiancé standing ominously by the kitchen counter.

"jeez, you scared me. I was out with a friend, you know matt?" you questioned before switching on the lights.

"you mean your ex?" you fiancé glared at you, arms coming to cross over his broad chest.

"c'mon. you know it isn't like that." you rolled your eyes playfully, striding towards him until he aggressively pushed you away.

"what the fuck?" you stumbled back, fingers pressing against the counter for support.

"you've been fucking behind my back, haven't you? you whore."

you paused at his words, he was reeking of alcohol.

you've never seen him like this before.

"don't call me that. he's just a friend, what's gotten into you?"

you gasped as he forcefully shoved the white porcelain dishes off your counter, the shattering glass piercing your ears.

"i know what you've been doing, hoppin' on his dick whenever you could. you're pathetic."

your heart raced at his malicious comments, pure rage coursing through your veins.

"shut the fuck—"

your face throbbed with sharp pain as it jerked to the side. you shuddered, bringing you palm to touch your sore cheek.

did he just slap you?

"get out." you mumbled,

your fiancé huffed, brushing past you as he slammed the door— shaking the entire house with its force.

you sat on your couch, replaying the hurtful argument over and over again in your head. was he right? were you spending too much time with matt?

thunder struck in the sky, lightning illuminating your dark living room with its glow. the droplets of rain tapped gently against the roof of your home as you leaned your head against the back of the couch.

a sudden, three knocks snapped you out of your trance.

shit—was it your fiancé again?

you hesitantly made your way to the door, cracking it open to find matt standing there, drenched. he looked cold and helpless, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

you pushed the door open all the way, gasping in disbelief.

"matt? what are you—"

"i told her."

the soft pitter-patter of the rain accompanied the silence that followed.

luna?

"told her what?"

"that i'm in love with you."

you stilled as matt shivered in front of you, tenderly pushing your door wider before stepping inside. your eyes never left his as your chest resided merely inches away from him.

his hands hovered diffidently over your waist, and his brows furrowed once he saw the red mark on your face.

"what happened?" matt's thumb ran over your bruised skin, concern flashing over his features.

you stayed quiet, shifting your gaze to the hardwood floor.

"did he hit you?" matt whispered,

his hands ran cold at your meek nod, he hit you?

"that fuckin' asshole." matt turned towards the door, but you halted him in his tracks—fingers curling gently around his arm.

matt drew you close, wrapping you in a tight embrace. his lips brushed gently against the bruise on your cheek before pressing softly against your forehead.

uncontrollable tears slid down your cheeks as he held you against his chest—not because you were sad, but because you missed this. so much.

your arms wrapped around him tightly, nails gripping his sweater as you both tumbled to the floor.

"i missed you matt." you cried out,

matt shushed you, tilting your chin up before planting a tender kiss onto your lips.

your fingers threaded through his hair—inhaling his scent as you drew him nearer.

matt wiped away your tears and placed you on his lap, his cold fingertips resting beneath your shirt while he passionately moved against your puffy lips.

matt wanted to worship you, make you feel like you were the only woman in this world—because to him, you were.

"you're so, so beautiful."

you smile against his lips,

"you always tell me that, matt." you slid your hands under his sweater, your tender touch sending shivers down his spine.

"yeah? that's because it's true,"

matt peeled the cotton shirt off of your body before caressing your sides beneath his fingers.

"fuck."

matt's cock strained against your thigh as he gazed lovingly at every inch and crevice of your bare skin.

he brought his lips to your chest, slotting your nipple between his lips. you were like a drug—so addicting—he felt like he couldn't live without tasting you.

matt picked you up, never parting from your lips as he brought you to your bedroom and placed you gently on the silk sheets.

his hand made its way down your body, leaving flames in its path before sliding down to your needy pussy. matt rolled his wrist, fingertips rubbing deliciously against your clit.

"i need you matt." your legs wrapped around his back, pulling him into you. matt kissed your forehead before slipping his fingers under his belt buckle, pulling his length out of his boxers and sliding his pants past his hips.

he stroked his cock, hissing as it leaked shiny beads of pre-cum. he pressed his lips against yours once he finally buried himself inside of your cunt.

matt made love to you. kissing over your face, shoulders, collarbone, breasts, everywhere.

matt loved you more deeply than you could comprehend, and he wished you understood the struggle he faced just to make it through each day.

matt's cock brushed against your cervix while you clenched around him. you brought your hands to his hair, pulling him into your neck as his lips gently rested against the skin.

his hips faltered under your legs, low moans and groans slipping past his lips before he finished with an 'i love you'

a smile graced your lips as you came soon after, heart fluttering at his heartfelt confession.

“i love you too.”

you paced frantically, ensuring every detail was perfect for your upcoming wedding.

thankfully, the decorations were exactly as you had envisioned. you sighed contentedly before settling into a lone chair.

you were getting married tomorrow and you couldn't believe it.

the day of the wedding, you stood hand in hand. gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

matt retrieved a piece of paper, his fingers trembling as he glanced over its contents, he cleared his throat before reading aloud.

"y/n.

from the moment our paths crossed, I knew my life was forever changed. today, I choose you to be my partner, my love, and my best friend. I promise to support you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I vow to cherish our love and respect our differences. I promise to be faithful and honest, to listen and to learn with you. with my whole heart, I pledge to you my love and devotion, now and always, and i pledge to never say goodbye, no matter the challenges we face."

matt kept his promise.

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touching mysekf

chris’ hard length slapped his stomach and his anticipation was growing by the second as time passed.

“baby, please, matt’ll be back soon” he whined softly and his hand landed on my ass, crawling under my white robe. the brunette was wide eyed, waiting for my touch.

his neediness started to show “I just need to cum—,” my hand went across his face as he talked back to me and he fell silent.

earlier, I had caught chris jerking off in the shower after I told him we’d have private time when we got in bed.

but as impatient as chris is, the feeling of his blood rushing through his cock and the throbbing took over.

eventually matt left to pick up some pizza for dinner and I got chris out the shower, I noticed the half opened ‘intimacy kit’ on the dresser with alcohol toppled on it.

it had a little baggie with condoms, oil, lube… and a vibrator. it had a cupping to the main wand would be perfect for his tip.

while I got my things ready, chris brushed his hand around his length, holding his heavy, cum-filled balls. “hahh—fuck,” he rubbed his crotch as his dick twitched, watching me climb on the bed beside him.

I already had a plan in mind for what I was going to do to with him, but now it’s in action. I spat directly onto chris’ tip, spreading the natural lubricant around his shaft, stroking from the base to the tip.

chris began to squirm, almost entirely taking the robe off his body. “my tip, baby, kiss it please” my smile grew wider “rub it please,” his plush lips quivered under my touch and I drew the vibrator from my robe pocket.

pressing the ‘on’ button, chris’ face twisted as I applied the toy onto his wet tip, a low moan followed. he gripped on my thigh and his legs twitched when the ripples of pleasure flowed through his body.

I cupped his balls, massaging them in hands just how he liked it, driving his eyes to roll back.

“oh, oh, fuck!” I turned up the speed of the vibrator, his naked chest heaved and the robe clung on his shoulder.

continuing to hold the toy to the head of his cock, my lips latched on his prominent collarbones. chris’ hips rutted upwards into my hand, the sensation heating his cheeks up. “‘m gonna cum, shittt, ‘m go—” he was cut off by the new sudden pulse to him.

he let out a hiss as streaks of cum flew out of cock when I parted his contact. I fondled chris’ balls while he came and held his base stroking at until the cum stopped coming out.

“you thought I was done?”

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the last argument we had was quite literally about how he’s always running around with his friends and not giving me enough attention.

you know what Summer Walker said. girls need love.

“look who finally decided to come and sleep with me” I said passive-aggressively, turning my back towards boyfriend and folding back the blanket on my bed, getting in bed.

chris continued to talk to even though I was ignoring him and right as I was about to tuck myself in, I forgot to grab my phone charger from my boyfriend’s end of the bed. when I stretched to the other side of the bed to reach it, chris immediately walked up behind me and applying my ass to his cock.

he gripped my thighs, thrusting towards my ass, silent and deep moans leaving his lips.

“fuck you,” chris chuckled, putting a grip to my neck and pulling me up for his lips to go on my ear. “you wanna talk sweet huh?” he slid his hand down my silk shorts, dipping his lengthy finger in my warm hole.

I threw my head back onto his shoulder as chris’ other hand went underneath my flowing shirt, massaging my breasts. “you like it when I touch you like that?” the sound of his voice made me come back “just shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

although I was still mad at chris, I couldn’t deny how good he was making me feel with his fingers. he rubbed my clit in circles making gasp in pleasure, I then covered my mouth to suppress my moans.

the brunette’s fingers slid along my folds, toying with my clit.

“you’re too fucking petty to admit that you feel good?—” he landed a hand on my ass, a stinging feeling spreading throughout the area. chris sucked on my supple skin, leaving darkened and moist spots on my neck.

chris’ cock already hardening at the sight of me on all fours, ready for him.

he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself behind me “you're so sexy when you’re mad at me, mama.” I whined as I felt his large cock fill me up, making my eyes roll back.

he grips onto your hips, his thrusts hard and fast, just as it always was.

the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with my moans and his grunts. chris’ warm skin against mine sent shivers through my skin and instead of spanking as usual, he kneaded my ass softly with care.

chris’ thrusts became less erratic as he reaches around to play with my clit. his thrusts were slow but deep, the feeling of him inside me as hitting all my good spots made me limp in pleasure

his hold on my hips tightening as he thrusts harder and faster, striking your thighs with his free hand. “ungrateful slut,” he muttered while my legs began to tremble. I was turned on by his degradation “shit ‘m gonna cum chris.”

feeling my thighs start to lose strength, chris knows i’m close to cumming. he matches your pace, slamming into you harder and faster as he reaches around to rub your throbbing clit “cum for me, princess.”

my arousal slathered over his cock and his fingers, my head fell back. he felt my walls tighten around him, knowing that he’s made me cum hard.

he slows his pace, pulling out and turning you over to lay on the bed. chris crawls onto the bed with you, resting between your legs.

I push him away from me, tossing to the other side of the bed. “you’re still mad, huh?” he held my arm, reaching over to see my face. “what do I have to do, baby” my lips begin to curl into a smile but try to bluff and keep a straight face.

his hand slid down between my inner-thighs, pulling my legs apart. “you want me to eat it?” I turned back around, to be directly underneath him. “go ahead.”

this is a “damn i needa post smth” fic but this is what i got…

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