WIAT!!!!!

WIAT!!!!!

My knees are Buckling

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.

tags. @mattssluttygf @mennick4life @sturncakez @sturniolocatrinaa @mattswhore-44 @kingdomswifft @mattshighway @sturniluvr @jamiesturniolo @slut4chrisnmatt @jassysturniolo @lvrsw1ft @m0r94n @mattsturnioloswifee @themattgirl17

IM READY IM READT IM READYB😭😭😭😭

lets just say i’ve been cooking up 🍽️ , this should be out thursday or friday

(synopsis may change , i’m kind of stuck rn 😭)

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.

mngh

𓈒𓏸 𖦹 jealous ⸝⸝ 🍋‍🟩 .ᐟ ׄ ׅ ྀ

pairing; ex!chris x sub!reader

summary; a week after your break up your bestfriend kaitlynn throws a party. what happens when you stumble across your ex chris there?

! 3rd person p.o.v & reader’s p.o.v !

warnings; SMUT, p in v (riding), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap everyone!), car sex, pet names (baby, sweetheart, slut, whore), overstimulation, hair pulling, choking.

authors note; this is for my friend paula so😊😊😊 @chrissturniolos1wife :3 also sorry this is poorly written i was watching larray the whole time.

word count; 947

chris : orange

paula : pink

katelynn / others : green

loud music blasts through paula’s ears as she stumble’s around. her bestfriend katelynn threw a party and after an hour she’s already done.

paula has a pepsi in her right hand as she pushes through groups of people, bumping into someone as she feel’s her pepsi spilling everywhere.

“oh fuck, i’m so-“ paula start’s saying as she realizes what happened, looking up to see who she spilled it on. she quickly stop’s as she notices her ex chris standing in front of her with a stain of pepsi now on his white t shirt.

“paula? the hell you ‘doin at a party,” chris says as he looks down at the girl. rolling her eyes paula turns around from him as she start’s walking away. he’s always the one to start something so she tries to get away from it before it happens.

she hear’s loud footsteps behind her as hands land onto paula’s waist, spinning the girl around as she is now once again met face to face with chris. “what the hell do you want chris,” paula mumble as she tries to not look at the boy.

“you never replied,” he says as paula feels his hot breath on her ear. paula shrugs as she tries to walk off once again but chris tightens his grip.

“stop being a fuckin’ brat and answer me paula,” chris spits out. “i don’t have to answer you, we aren’t dating anymore chris.”

“your still mine, so don’t be like that and just reply it’s not that fucking hard,” he says once more as paula roll’s her eyes at the boy. chris lets out a low chuckle as he grabs her wrists and drags her around the living room until they meet the front door. chris quickly opens it and slams the door as he drags the girl to his car.

“get in the backseat,” chris breathes out as he watches paula climb into the backseat, laying back as her head rests against the car window. “fuck chris,” paula says as she watches chris climb in and slam the door behind him, leaning on top of her.

the view is nostalgic. the silver chain swinging from his neck as his curls lay perfectly on his forehead. “we gonna do this or what baby?” he whispers as his lips ghosts hers, his breath hitting her lips. paula quickly nods but chris shakes his head.

“words baby, it’s not that hard,” chris says. “yes chris, please,” paula replies quickly as chris smashes his lips against hers. he flips them over as paula straddles him.

chris runs his hands up and down her body as their lips messily move together. a whimper escapes from paula’s mouth which gives chris access to enter his tounge into her mouth.

after what feels like forever of kissing, chris pulls away. he messes with the hem of her skirt as he pulls it off of her. chris then unzips his jeans as he pulls them down to his thighs, removing his underwear with it.

“can you take ‘em off sweetheart?” chris whispers as he places kisses down her jaw to her neck. paula slides her underwear down and throws them to the front seats.

he slowly slides himself in as paula lets out a breathy moan, “chris, shittt,” paula whispers as she tries to get use to his length once again. no matter how many times they’ve had sex, it took her forever to get use to his length.

“fuck you feel so good baby,” chris groans out as his hands move to her waist to move her up and down on his length. “chris, faster— please,” paula whimpers as she wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her face into his neck.

“god ur such a slut,” he tells her as he fastens his pace, thrusting himself into her rougher. a pornopgrahic moan escapes paula’s lips as she feels chris move his left hand to her throat and squeeze it.

“i’ve been craving this, have you?” paula just moans in response which causes chris to grip onto her throat tighter and speed up. “answer me you whore,” chris demands. “shittt chris- i’ve craved this forever!”

paula’s jaw drops slowly as she feels herself get closer, “mgh- fuck! don’t stop, right there chris!” she loudly yells as chris’s thrusts get sloppier.

“cmon baby, cum,” he replies as he feels himself get closer and closer. paula releases onto his length as she throws her head back.

“gonna cum in you, is that okay?” “yes chris, please,” paula slightly begs as he feels himself shoot his load into her. he brings his thumb down to her rub her as he continues to thrust into her.

“you think you can give me one more?” he says as paula nods, whimpering loudly. “god you take it so good,” chris groans out loudly as his thumb fastens on her.

“to much, to much!” paula moans out as she feels chris slowly move his hand from her bud to her hair, shaping it into a ponytail and pulling it.

“cmon, take it like the slut you are,” chris says as he feels her cum once more onto him, a smirk plastering his face. “atta girl.”

“god i’ve missed you,” he says as he places a kiss on her forehead. “can we just sit here for a minute?” paula asks as chris nods, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

Oh we up 😭😭😭😭

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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