𝙔𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘿𝘼𝙔
⤷ 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙!𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙭 𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
⤷ 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨
⤷ : 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙋𝙏𝙎𝘿 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩
Matt snores in his sleep even though he denies it. He hums when he brushes his teeth. He cleans the kitchen every night after he cooks. He likes to read before bed, and sometimes asks you to read the pages aloud. He says he likes to hear your voice. He likes to fuck immediately after he runs.
He hasn’t had any nightmares for the fourteen days he’s been in Paris. You always lie on his chest at night and can feel his heart racing. “Nerves,” he said. He didn’t want to dream.
You were dreaming, though. Every night. You dreamed of babies, your mom, a house in a small town, and you dreamed of Matt. Everything felt so vivid. Like you could touch it. You could feel the swell of your belly and a tiny being kicking your ribs.
You could feel your mom's hands in yours as she danced with you in your house. “Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though they’re here to stay.” You’d wake up mumbling the lyrics.
Matt lived in that house with you in that little town. It was one story and smelled like pancakes.
He always made pancakes.
There was something in both of your peripherals that you two weren’t addressing. It sat there, quiet, like a shadow in the corner of the room. If you didn’t look at it head-on, it couldn’t exist. If you just kept your eyes forward, kept your hands on him, it all stayed suspended—safe, untouched.
You could live here in this space for a little longer.
“Baby,” he whispers against your temple, nose smushed as he breathes you in. “You keep mumbling those lyrics.”
A kiss to your temple. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth.
Morning sex.
Your brain isn’t even awake yet, limbs tired and heavy, eyes half-lidded.
“I’m sorry, Matt,” you whisper when his palm finds your stomach and pulls you closer.
There was a baby in there a couple nights ago—you think. In a house. In a small town. With him.
“Dreams,” you murmur.
“Do you dream of me?” he tugs at the band of your silk shorts, voice low. “Turn over for me, pretty.”
Your back presses to his chest, your bare ass brushing the soft fabric of his sweats. He’s already hard. You shudder.
“All the fucking time.”
He shuffles, the bed dipping. His cock is hot against your ass, sliding between your cheeks until he groans. You feel the blunt press of his tip teasing your tight hole, and you giggle.
“Matt!”
He laughs, chest shaking, voice still rough with sleep. “One day.”
He slides his cock through your folds. You buck your hips back, coating him with your slick. Pretty moans fall from your lips.
Matt moves your hair, peppers kisses down the back of your neck. “Are you getting her ready for me?”
You’re still half awake, but your body knows what to do. Your mouth knows what to say. “Yeah.”
“I like you like this.” His voice is low, trailing kisses up your spine. He pushes in slowly, your pussy stretching around him, and you gasp. Your body burns. “So soft, so sleepy…you hardly know what’s going on, hmm? Just a greedy little pussy.” His hips move slow. Torturous.
You whimper, tilting your head back against his shoulder while he fucks you at that lazy pace. Your pussy squelches, clit throbs, nipples hard under your silk sleep shirt.
“Good girl. Lie there and take it. Let me fuck you like this, yeah? Jesus.” His hand snakes around to draw lazy circles on your clit while your cunt creams around him. “Always so messy. You’re such a messy girl.” His hips snap harder now, his arm locking you in place so you can’t squirm away.
Everything feels heightened, sensitive. You’re babbling, incoherent, and Matt’s chuckling against your back. His chest shakes with it. Your pussy clamps down, no warning, no words to stop it.
“That’s it—fuuuckkk—she coming, baby?” he groans, voice breaking. “Fucking milking my cock.”
Matt fills you with his cum, his body stilling as his breathing turns heavy. It’s become a morning ritual, the way he loves to “get you ready for your day.” Possessive. His.
Is that why you keep dreaming of babies? The dreams feel so real. You can feel their weight in your arms, smell their skin, their hair against your chest. You don’t tell Matt about those dreams. You don’t want to scare him—don’t want to give him a reason to run again.
You’re happy he’s here. In Paris. With you. For you. But instead of relaxing, a blinding thought has attached itself to your brainstem. It makes it hard to breathe, hard to stand still.
How long will this last?
Are you even allowed to ask?
To know?
Your father doesn’t care that Matt is in Paris. The Paris bodyguard—whatever his name was—was fired and replaced without hesitation. You should be relieved. And you are.
But Matt is still your bodyguard.
And you can’t decide which you want more—him as that, or him as something else.
Could you have both?
“You’re free today,” he hums as he cleans you both up. “We can do whatever we want. What do you want to do, baby?” He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder.
“If you weren’t my bodyguard, would you be someone else’s?” You turn to face him. Chest to his. His hair messy, damp with sweat.
“Why wouldn’t I be your bodyguard?” His brows knit together, and his hand slides to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down. “Am I not a good one?” He smiles—pretty teeth, easy grin.
“Are you going to be my bodyguard forever?” you whisper.
He blinks. Takes his time.
“Like, say you stop being mine… would you go seek work somewhere else?”
“I don’t know what I would do.” His eyes flick over you, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He studies your face, trying to gauge where you’re going with this. “I kinda hoped you’d keep me forever. I never thought of a work life without you in it.”
Work life. The words buzz.
“Only work life?”
“You know I don’t mean it like that.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Don’t scare him. Be quiet. He can’t run away this time. Not again.
“Come on, let me make you breakfast.” He tugs on your arm, leading you out of bed. “I know you’re hungry, hmm?” He looks down at you standing in front of him. His heart squeezes. That something in his peripherals is getting closer now. He can almost see it.
He knows you can.
You don’t move. Just hands on your hips, staring up at him. You want your brain to stop moving so fast, just enjoy this here. He’s here. Enjoy it.
“You wanna be carried?” He grins and pokes your side.
“Heyyyy,” You pout and whine, and he scoops you up immediately, and you wrap your legs around his waist.
“You’re so spoiled. You get fucked right away in the morning, get breakfast made for you and carried to your kitchen in Paris, and still have an attitude.” He teases you, spanking your ass softly as he navigates to the kitchen. “And trying to fire me, too.”
You nuzzle your head into his neck and melt into the warmth. “I can’t help it that you spoil me, and I’m not trying to fire you.”
Matt sits you on the counter, his waist in between your thighs. His hands smooth over your inner thighs, lips on your neck. “Good, because you’re stuck with me.”
He moves to gather ingredients for breakfast. Your stomach growls in anticipation. He always looks so focused whenever he does anything, like he’s on a mission.
“You’ve been here for fourteen days.”
“I know.”
Matt didn’t come here with a plan. He didn’t know what he was doing. He knew he loved you, and he wanted to be with you. He took the job because there was absolutely no way he was letting anyone but himself look after you. His girl.
His girl.
No plan wasn’t Matt. He always had a plan. It etched out in his notebook in black ink. Step by step. He was realizing you took away any instinct he had. Broke down his character. He couldn’t decide if he was scared of that or not.
But he can't get his brain to turn off when he’s in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and watching you do your nineteen-step skin care routine. Was he really going to pick up his whole life and move? To Paris?
Your voice startles him out of his thoughts.
“I decided I don’t want to do anything today. I want to stay in.”
Matt turns his head to look at you. Bacon sizzles in the pan. It’s turkey bacon. He hates it, but you don’t.
“Yeah? You sure, baby?”
“Yeah. It’s better with you in here. You get stiff out there.” Your voice is soft, like you’re afraid it might crack. “You act like you’re just my bodyguard.”
He swallows. Stirs the pan like the bacon might burn if he lets go of it for even a second.
Neither of you asks what he really is.
A plate slides in front of you. “Eat.”
Your fork cuts into the fluffy pancakes, syrup clinging as you lift it. Matt watches.
“Do you want a bite?”
He nods, and you fork-feed him. You keep eye contact, watching his throat work as he swallows.
“What?”
“You’re turning me on.”
His mouth twitches. “I’m turning you on? By eating?”
“Yeah. It’s your mouth. You have a nice mouth. Good teeth.”
“My mouth,” he chuckles, brows raised. “I had Invisalign in my early twenties.” He hums, leaning forward to peck your lips. He tastes sweet.
Matt suggested you go out tonight. Promised that he wouldn’t be so stiff that it’d be a normal night for you. You’ve been cooped up in that Paris apartment for fourteen days too long. You didn’t believe him until you saw the sweaty beer being placed in front of him in the dimly lit pub.
“You’re drinking?” You tickle his side as the rim of the glass hits the bottom of his lip, and he jerks away.
He shrugs and gulps down his drink. He’s trying. Wants things to feel normal. For you. For him.
“A couple of drinks won’t hurt, right?” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. The pub isn’t busy, it’s pretty small, and he feels comfortable. Everything will be okay. You’ll be okay. This is okay.
He loves watching you play pool; you’re good at it. You tell him, “Dive bars are good for things like teaching you pool.”
You look so good tonight. Alive, happy, relaxed. You bite your bottom lip every time you hit the ball, and it goes in almost every time. He stands behind you every time you go to shoot. He wants to feel you. Let everyone in this bar know that you’re his. There is no question. He feels good, too. Light. His chest isn’t tight; his eyes aren’t scanning every corner he's present. He’s with you. He’s hearing you drunkenly laugh and cheer. He’s tipsy.
He closes his eyes briefly. This feels good, so good. It could be like this forever.
And then.
He sees it.
You’re on the floor. Some belligerent, sweaty, pink-faced man standing over you yelling, “You cheated.”
The room goes completely quiet. Your voice is muffled. Blood on your hands. Glass stuck in the flesh. “What the fuck?!”
Everything is quiet. He can’t hear you. “Matt! Stop, stop,” You're sobbing. “You’re going to kill him, oh my god.” You’re pulling his shoulder back, but his fists keep going. He doesn’t look like himself. There isn’t any life behind his eyes.
A bouncer finally gets Matt off him. The guy lies groaning on the floor. Eyes puffy. Nose broken. Blood. Lights are blinding you; people are recording. They’re recording.
You’re being dragged out of the club, and your heels are hitting the cobblestone. Matt’s pacing. His hand is bruised. You reach for him, and he pulls back and grabs your face. “You’re okay?” His pupils are blown. There is blood on your face. “Fuck,” He holds your hands, and they are shaking shards of glass sticking to your palm. “Fuck,” He says louder this time. “We need to get you home, now.” He looks up at you.
You look pale. You’ve never seen someone get beaten like that. You’ve never seen Matt like that. The same Matt who made you pancakes this morning. The Matt that does your laundry and cleans your kitchen. The Matt that keeps lists of all the food you like or dislike.
Your Matt.
“You’re scared of me?” He breathes through his nose. You shake your head no. “We have to go.”
You cry as Matt picks the glass out of your hands over the kitchen sink. You can’t even pinpoint what you’re crying about, but the tears won’t stop. The sting of your palms. The sound of his fists. The way the bar went silent. All of it.
Matt’s eyes are wild, his breathing heavy. He keeps closing them like he’s trying to shut something out, but it only drags him deeper. The blood on your skin is reminding him. The weight of it. The smell.
He can’t go there. Not now. Not with you like this.
I’m in Paris. I’m in Paris. With my girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
“Girlfriend,” he whispers out loud this time, like saying it might anchor him. His hands shake as he pulls the last shard of glass free.
You flinch. His breath stutters.
For a second, he doesn’t know if he’s here with you, or somewhere else entirely.
“Girlfriend.” You repeat it, your voice thick. His eyes flick up to you, and he nods.
He breaks. His face hot and ugly with tears as he squeezes you so tight you think you might suffocate. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His face buries into your neck, his breath ragged, panicked. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been protecting you, fuck, I’m sorry.”
“I-I’m okay, he was drunk… he only pushed me, I’m okay.” You whisper into his temple, stroking his hair like it might calm him. “It’s okay.”
Matt pulls back, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. His voice cracks. “W-we have to clean your hands. So they don’t get infected.”
“Look at me.” You reach for his jaw, but he turns away.
“I can’t.”
“Please.”
Slowly, his eyes lift. Red, broken, glistening.
“You can’t save everyone, Matt.”
Matt wrapped your hands so much you look like a mummy. You told him it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t win that fight.
You both know what’s coming. The publicity. The headlines.
Heiress’s boyfriend/bodyguard goes crazy.
But that’s tomorrow.
That isn’t right now. That’s hours from now.
Tonight is Matt kissing your collarbones. Tonight, is Matt holding you in his lap, looking at you like you’re the only thing in his world. Tonight, is Matt telling you he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. Tonight is Matt telling you he can’t live without you. He can’t.
“Maybe my dad isn’t going to be that mad,” you whisper into the dark. You can feel his eyes on you. “You are my bodyguard. You were protecting me.”
“I would have killed him. Your dad isn’t going to understand that. Plus, you got hurt.”
“I’m fine.”
“Go to sleep, baby.” He moves closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’ve had a long night. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to. I don’t want you to leave.” Your voice cracks, and Matt wraps his arms around you.
“I’m right here,” he whispers.
The knock is loud. Harsh.
Matt’s already awake, perched on the side of the bed, shoulders ridged. He doesn’t need to check the peephole. He knows.
Your dad doesn’t wait to be let in. He’s already in the hallway, words sharp enough to cut.
“What the hell happened last night?”
You and Matt step into the living room together — your bandaged hands at your sides, Matt’s hoodie drowning you.
“Dad—”
“Don’t.” His finger slices the air. His gaze snaps to Matt. “You. Out. You’re done.” His voice shakes with fury, his hands, too.
Matt doesn’t argue. Doesn’t move. He just swallows hard, jaw clenched tight.
Your hands are on his arm immediately, your body in front of his like you can protect the protector. “No, he’s not leaving.” Your voice wavers. “You don’t get to decide that! He was protecting me.”
“Then who the fuck does?” your dad spits. “Protecting you? You call breaking a man’s face protection? You call letting my daughter bleed in a bar protection? He’s done. Making our family look fucking stupid.”
“Stop it!” you scream, tears stinging. “He’s good to me!” Your voice cracks, your lip trembling. “He’s staying. He’s staying.”
Your dad shakes his head, wiping a hand over his face, disbelief etched into every line.
And then — finally — Matt speaks.
“He’s right.”
It’s like the air is ripped from your lungs. Your head whips to him, eyes wide.
“I crossed a line.” His voice is low, raw, his eyes red and glassy. “I can’t let that happen again. Not with you.”
“Matt, have your things packed and be out by noon.” Your dad’s voice is stone. The slam of the door echoes.
Matt’s hands find your face instantly, thumbs brushing your tears. His own voice breaks. “I’ll wait. It’s only a year, right? I chose you. I’m choosing you. I’ll wait for you.”
The apartment stood freezing and bare as Matt left. You’ve seen this too many times—his boots walking out the door, that look on his face. But this time, he was crying. That was different.
The drive feels endless. Your sweaty back sticks to the leather seats. Your dad’s voice echoes in your mind, but you shove it down and flip on the radio. And it starts. Like a dream:
“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though they’re here to stay…”
It makes you cry harder, but you keep it on. You picture your mom dancing in the living room, wonder if she was escaping, too. Had you been too hard on her?
Your mind drifts back to the dream. The baby. Matt.
Matt whispering girlfriend like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Matt choosing you when no one else ever had.
Until him.
The trees look familiar now. The diner with sticky kids running around. The sign: JIMMY’S AUTO.
The driveway feels like a mirage. Too long, too steep. The gravel crunches under your tires when you finally pull up. His house sits small and gray against the Pennsylvania sky. Nothing has changed.
You knock. Once. Twice.
The door swings open. He’s standing there in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy, eyes wide like he’s seeing a ghost. His mouth opens, then closes.
“I left.” Your voice trembles. “I left my dad, I left Paris. I don’t have anything with me. My dad cut me off. He said he would if I walked away, and I did. I don’t care about the money, or the fame, or any of it. You chose me, Matt.” Your breath hitches. “You chose me. I want the house, I want babies, I want the house that smells like pancakes.”
His lips part. “What are you saying?” He blinks hard. “Pancake house?” His tongue wets his bottom lip.
“Matt, don’t fuck with me.” You sniffle.
And then he laughs—like he’s been waiting his whole life to. “You wanna have my babies? Live in a house that smells like pancakes with me?”
You nod, feeling small.
“You’re giving up your life.” His voice is rough as he cups your face, thumb catching your tears.
You step closer, steady. “No. I’m starting it.”
He pauses. For a second, your stomach turns itself inside out, bracing for him to tell you this is a mistake. But then his hands are in your hair, his mouth on yours, desperate and shaking, and you realize—he always chose you.
To believe you were unlovable was carved into your bones since you were an infant feeding from a breast. To think he could never be put first was the first lesson he was taught. But when his lips met yours, you felt it crack. The old stories, the curses, the bones–they split open.
For once, you were chosen.
For once, he was first.
Yesterday was gone.
[a/n: the more i sit with this the more i will give myself a reason not to love it. this is the last part of the series and my heart actually hurts. these two have become an everyday part of my life and i love them so much. i can only hope good things for the both of them and i hope they can break the curses they were so unfairly put under at such young ages. i can't thank you all enough! everyone who has interacted has made me so happy. i hope this ending is good for you all.]
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⌗ ROOMATE RULES
SUMMARY → Moving in with two men is an adjustment to say the least. A list of rules are made, but will they be broken?
WARNINGS → Read at your own risk. Series will contain mature themes. Smut, angst, and love triangle aspects.
NOTES → I suck at making descriptions but I swear this will be good. This chapter will be the shortest and it’s mostly just plot but this series will be very fast paced and FULL of smut. Comment if you wanna be added to the taglist and let me know your thoughts…
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Dragging your suitcase down the hall feels heavier than it should. Maybe because this isn’t just about hauling clothes and notebooks—it’s about shoving yourself into a space that doesn’t really belong to you.
warnings: kissing, drinking, mentions of smoking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), pinv (wrap before u tap trust me), breeding, dirty talk, fluff and a teensy bit of angst.
you realized that matt had stopped bothering to text you back, and at first you thought he was busy or distracted to text you back. but as weeks went by you were getting annoyed. when you woke up you had saw that matt blocked you on every social media platform.
it's been a day since matt had block you, and all these thoughts running through your head retracing everything you had done to make him block you. and then one came in mind.
it was late at night, and you were drunk and just at a party with your friends. you didn't know that your ex would be there, at first you thought you mistook him for someone else, but you didn't.
there he was your ex who you dumped because he cheated on you, and you decided to not take that shit anymore. matt comforted you and supported you through the entire thing.
your ex spotted you and walked towards you. at first, he was lying through his teeth about how sorry everything ended. you were drunk so you obviously didn't see shit except for how hot he looked. matt was watching you two like an eagle. jaw clenched and anger radiating out of his body.
at first you were mostly blocking out your ex's words not caring about a single thing, next thing you knew he was grabbing your waist and kissing you. you were shocked and then pulled away from the kiss, unbelievable you thought to yourself.
matt had watched as your ex took advantage of you, but he left before he saw you pull back from the kiss. he was furious and he couldn't make a scene. he was just thinking about how you could do that to yourself, before getting to know what actually happened.
you didn't know if matt was watching you, you expected to tell him about what just happened. but as you searched the house, you couldn't find him.
"he blocked me cause of that?" you whispered to yourself, you sat up out your bed as you looked at your phone seeing the party that your friend sent to you.
you got up and took a shower and started getting ready, as you got out the shower you started getting ready. you blow dried your hair then you got a message from the same friend who sent you the party post.
"just heard matts going and you are NOT getting out this, love ya"
"adeline what the actual FUCK"
you put down your phone as she hearted the message, you groaned to yourself knowing damn well you would still go to this party. you put on a white skirt and matched it with a pink laced shirt; you started putting on your white converse and then started your makeup.
as you finished your makeup you did your hair and simply straightened it, you put on some cute gold hoops. you sit in your living room and wait for adeline to come pick you up.
she pulls into your driveway, and she texts you that she is waiting for you outside. you walk out and lock your door. you meet her in the car with a smile. "is matt really going to be there?" you ask her "i dont fucking know but i got a text from chris that they MIGHT go" she says "but i see you got all dolled up for him" you look at her, "shut the fuck up" you laugh.
on the drive there you and adeline start talking, you can't really focus on what she's saying. your mind too clouded on if matt will really be there. you start biting your lip, nervous what would happen if you actually did see him.
you and adeline arrive at the house, you see how packed it is. "this is so packed i thought it would be smaller" you said to adeline. you start getting out the car, feeling the cool breeze past your shoulders. you make your way towards the house feeling nervous. "who knows if he will be here and if he is so fuck him" adeline says. she holds your hand as you make way through the house.
"im gonna go get a drink" adeline says, she lets go of your hand as you just walk over to the couch sitting there waiting. you spot him over by the drinks and you look away feeling your chest tighten a bit. you sigh as you still see him in your peripheral vision, its like for whatever reason your world seems to revolve around him.
you keep darting your eyes back to him continuously, "why do i keep looking back at him" you thought to yourself. you couldn't hand all this without being buzzed or drunk, you walk towards the drinks. you look up to grab tequila when you see someone else's grabbing for it, you look up expecting the last person you though to grab it. there he was right in front of you.
you saw matt, you scoff and grab for something else as you sense his eyes burning into your skull. you start pouring vodka lemonade into a glass, once you lifted the cup you start chugging it like it was a shot. before you knew it, it was a vodka shot after another. the shots just started to blur.
once you finally decided you were done pounding back shots you walked away from the drink table, but as you were walking away you felt as if the world was spinning each step you took. before you knew it you were stumbling around, you made your way outside and decided to light a cigarette.
just as the lighter lit the cigarette someone pulled it out of your mouth, "hey i was smoking that" you say before turning to see who it was. once you had turned to look at who did that you saw matt. "why did you take MY cigarette out of MY mouth" you ask him. "because smoking's bad for you, you fucking idiot" matt replies sternly.
"yeah like you give a shit about my health." you say grabbing another cigarette, "would you fucking quit trying to smoke so damn much?" he replied. you scoff "you don't text me. you blocked me and ignored me, so why do you care if i smoke, it's not like you give a shit about me." you look at him tears brimming your eyes.
"i do give a shit, i give so many shits about you, it's exhausting. i don't think my body can psychically take how much i care about you. why do you think i stopped talking to you after seeing that dickhead kiss you?" he breathed out looking at you.
"matt if you were to stay for like five more seconds you would've seen all you needed to, i didn't even know he was going to kiss me. i genuinely thought he was making conversation, but he's just a dick." you say looking into his eyes. "when i saw you weren't texting back or the day i was blocked on everything i felt my entire world shift."
"matt" you breath out as he steps closer, he puts his hand on your face rubbing his thumb in a firming and soothing way. you lean into him instinctively, his breath hitches before you kiss him. at first its soft and gentle, scared of might pour into the kiss. slowly the kiss gets passionate not cause of lust but because of emotions built up year after year.
your hands find his way to his neck, pulling his head closer to yours. his hands find your waist tightening the grip every second, you don't even want to breath because matt himself is your oxygen. you pull back for a split second. he immediately pulls your body closer not sparing a second not tasting you.
you feel his heartbeat against your chest, he's the one to pull away this time, you two stare at each other for a moment. you star laughing "what". "nothing i just maybe have been dreaming about that for a while". "that makes two of us."
"does this mean you're going to unblock me on everything matthew?" you say biting back a smile, "yes yes it is shut up dont call me mathew". "also adeline is drunk as fuck and i have no ride home so can you drive me home or to your place?. "yes i will, wanna go now?".
"yes just let me tell adeline i'm leaving.". you walk into the party to tell adeline that you're leaving, and matt waits for you by the door. you soon walk over to him, and he walks to his car. he opens the door for you as he makes way to the driver's seat.
he starts the car, and he places one hand on your thigh and keeps the other on the wheel, "hi" you say "hi" he replies. you smile sheepishly as he starts driving home. you don't know where home is really but all you know matt is your home.
as he starts getting closer to his apartment, he traces his name onto your thigh softly. you suck in a breath trying not to make a sound, "you okay?". "yeah im good im okay" you smile. he pulls into his driveway and he turns off the car. you start to get out but he stops you, "wait". you see him run out the car and run to open the passenger door for you.
you laugh as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, "matt i can walk i swear" you laugh. "nope not a chance". as he unlocks his front door he walks up the stairs and walks towards his room.
he lays you on the bed and asks you to sit up, he grab a pair of sweatpants and a large tshirt, he then proceeds to downstairs and grab you a glass of water. he soon comes up the stairs and hands you the glass of water. "drink up". you chug the water and you feel instantly relieved of the pounding in your head.
"thank you". you then grab the clothes he laid out for you, and you walk to his bathroom to change. you soon then wash your face with his facewash. you leave his bathroom and see him on the bed shirtless with sweatpants on. you get easily flustered and turn around quickly. you turn back around slowly, and you walk towards him.
you lay down on the bed next to him and all your worries drift away as you lay on his chest, "you like seeing me shirtless huh?" he teases. you slap his chest "shut up". you slowly drift asleep. a few minutes before matt had fallen asleep, but for those few minutes he admired you and how soft you had looked. he was watching you sleep because damn he was in love.
the next morning you woke up and saw matts face buried into the pillows, you saw his lower body moving. you heard a slight whimper and groan coming from his mouth, at first you couldn't really realize what was happening. but when he moaned your name, it clicked instantly.
you pressed your thighs together hoping it would relieve the pressure building in your core. you sighed, and you looked at him and you whispered his name like it was delicate. he groaned slowing his movements, he looked up at you pupils blown, flushed face and furrowed brows.
you grab his face, and you kiss him passionately. hunger devouring the kiss as you both crave each other, the kiss is raw, hungry and passionate. you start tugging his hair and he moans slightly in your mouth. you swallow his moan as you whimper into his mouth.
he then picks you up by your waist, making you straddle his lap. you keep kissing each other, the kiss getting hungrier by the second. he trails his hand up your thigh and presses his fingers against your clothed clit. "oh matt" you moan.
you take off your sweatpants and he takes his off, he pulls you into a kiss and your hips rut into his instinctively and he groans holding onto your waist. whilst his hands are on your waist, he moves your hips back and forth.
"shitt" he moans, you gasp for air feelings the sensation of his tip rubbing against your clit. a small layer of fabric separating you two, you whimper as you move your hips on your own. "matt”. "i know i know baby let go cmon give it to me". those words alone made the sensation bubbling up inside of you explode. you fall into the crook of his neck moaning and whimpering his name. he soon follows his high and ends up making a mess in his boxers.
he soon flips you onto your back and trails kisses from your neck down to your thighs, he looks up at you "may i?". you nod and he slowly takes off your panties to the point where its excruciating. he discards your panties onto the floor, and he peppers kisses up and down your thighs so close to where you need him the most.
he hungrily attacks your clit, you arch your back feeling his tongue swirl around your bundle of nerves. you whimper slightly at the feeling. he then slides two fingers inside of you and curls them at the right spot. you grab his hair and force his face farther in, "matt matt oh my god!" you whine.
his fingers curling even more, you start seeing stars with so much pleasure coursing through your entire body. a knot starts forming in your stomach, matt feels you clenching around his fingers. "wanna give me another one and be a sweet girl hm?". you nod your head as you arch your back more, the knot in your stomach snaps as you moan. your legs start shaking, matt comes up from your legs mouth drenched in your juices.
"i bet you want another one hm?. i nod my head "my greedy girl". his boxers pool to his ankles as he steps out of them. he flips you on your stomach and you get up on all fours. he puts his swollen tip at your entrance collecting the juices as his tip drags up and down, the feeling alone made you whimper.
he slips in, inch by inch making you feel all of him. he groans as he rests his hand on your waist. sliding in slowly you feel pleasure radiating off your body, he bottoms out and he moans. you grab the sheets feeling all of him inside of you. he slowly starts moving holding himself back.
he starts picking up the pace. and every time he did, he hit the spot that would make you go dumb. "oh my god matt" you moan. his hand on your waist tightens as he goes faster. "look at that, my greedy girl clenching around me." he groans. his head falls back when your cunt squeezes him, "shit princess, if you keep doing that ill cum on the spot." he remarks. you nod your head not understanding a word he said.
every time his tip hit that spot you got dumber and dumber, he sees you clenching around him tighter this time. "y'wanna cum hm?" he teases. you nod your head, "words pretty girl cmon". "yes matt please let me cum" you plead. "atta girl, go ahead baby make a mess on my dick" you fell into the pillows a whimpering mess as you came all over his dick. soon after he came, filling you up with his load.
he slowly pulls out of you. he puts on a new pair of boxers and sweatpants, he grabs a damp warm cloth. he flips you on your back gently. "spread your legs sweetheart." you spread your legs, and he cleans you up. you wince at the contact still sensitive. he pulls away and grabs you sweatpants and a hoodie. "lift your arms" you lift your arms as he removes your shirt. he puts the hoodie on you and soon after puts the sweatpants on you.
he gets you a sprite and some extra blankets, he grabbed a few cookies and some hot cheetos. you laid down in bed after eating some cookies and munching on the hot cheetos, matt pulls you against his chest and kisses the top of your head.
he puts on superbad, you lay against his chest. you look up at him, you grab his face, and you kiss him everywhere. he laughs and smiles. he kisses you on the lips.
"so you gonna unblock me on everything now?"
a/n: lowk trash and lowkey short and i lowk hate this.
lowk dont have anyone else to tag cs ik this is gonna flop LOL
‘PLAY WITH YOU’ — MATT STURNIOLO
pairing. dbf!matt x fem!reader. genre. smut, porn with plot, dads best friend au.
word count. 10.2k
❝i can't give you what you need... but i can play with you.❞
content warnings. explicit content, porn with heavy plot, age gap (reader is in her early twenties, matt is in his late thirties), hints of bluecollar!matt, a lot of comical themes, alcohol consumption, brief mention of puke, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise, dom/sub undertones.
٠ ࣪⭑ crybaby
warnings : angst. bullying. sensitive!reader is made fun of. chris’ friends are jerks and he join in. lowercase is intended.
summary : how bully!chris and sensitive!reader first meet.
your stomach twisted with nerves—one hand clutching the strap to your bag that slung over your shoulder as the other gripped your schedule, desperately trying to find your first class of the day.
you didn’t know this place—the giant university building felt like a maze to yourself. it had been a few years since you’d been in a school of any kind, having taken a few gap years to yourself before wanting to continue with your education.
slowly your feet moved you through the hall, brushing past groups of students standing around and ones trying to find their classes as well. it made you feel better that you weren’t the only one lost—and you really didn’t want to ask for directions. but you’ve gone around in circles for what felt like forever, and you were growing tired.
your hand on the strap of your bag shifted down, brushing across the soft fabric of the plush bunny that poked out. it wasn’t exactly normal for a college student to bring a stuffed animal, but you needed something to keep yourself grounded. something that would help with the anxiety twisting in your stomach.
taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the crowd, trying to look confident even though your insides were swimming.
as you rounded a corner, your eyes spotted a group of guys leaning against the lockers—talking and laughing loudly. you hesitated, looking between them and the hallway ahead. there was no way you were going to find your classroom without asking someone for help, and they seemed…the most approachable.
taking another deep breath, you walked over to them, your hand shifting to clutch the strap of your bag tightly once more. you could feel the way your throat began to close at the mere thought of talking to them—but you pushed it aside. once you approached them, you cleared your throat, trying to make your voice steady.
“um, excuse me,” you said softly. “can anyone help me? I’m looking for room 204.” your voice cracked slightly, and you mentally cursed at yourself for it.
one of them, a tall, muscular guy with shaggy hair, turned his head—stopping his conversation mid sentence and looked you up and down. his eyes caught sight of your bag, a look of disgust twisting up on his features. and you could feel your cheeks warm as he just stared before flicking up to meet your eyes.
“is that… a stuffed animal?” he mocked, snickering lightly, the other guys behind him joining in. your eyes widened, and you immediately felt your face burn with embarrassment. you hadn’t meant for anyone to see it, but it was too late now.
“who even brings a stuffed animal to school? too scared without it?” another guy laughed—his voice loud, the head of some near by students turning to look at the scene unfolding.
one of the boys who had been standing in the back, stepped forward. he had dark hair, a stubble on his jaw, and a smirk that made your stomach twist in knots. he seemed like the type of guy who never took anything seriously.
he glanced at you, then back at his friends, an almost amused expression on his face. “come on, guys, leave her alone,” he muttered, but there was no real warmth in his voice. he was just saying it to keep the peace.
like it was a game to him.
but that was the thing—he didn’t stop.
he looked you up and down—just as the other guy had before. a cold laugh slipping out before he added, “what, are you afraid you’ll get lost without your little bunny to guide you? s’kinda pathetic.” his voice was sharp, and his words hit harder than you thought they would.
your heart sank. the teasing wasn’t just playful—he was being mean. and the way the guys behind him laughed only made it worse. you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. you could feel your throat tighten, your eyes beginning to sting as the embarrassment spread like wildfire.
“I just… I really need help,” you whispered, your voice trembling. you felt small, vulnerable under their hard gazes and mean words. but before you could say another word, the group had already turned away—ignoring your words of help and continuing their conversation like you weren’t even there.
you stood there, frozen for a moment, trying to stop the tears bubbling in your eyes from slipping down your face. the boy looked at you, but his expression didn’t soften. his eyes briefly flicked to your stuffed bunny, and then back to you, but he didn’t say anything else.
without another word, you turned and walked away, your heart pounding in your chest. you felt humiliated—your heart tightening in your chest at how mean they were. at how everyone was just staring at you and not helping. and now there was nothing you could do to make it better.
you kept your head down as you walked through the hallways, hoping to find someone who could help you without making you feel like a joke. the tears you had been fighting to hold back fell in a few quick drops, but you wiped them away angrily as you willed yourself to stop. you just needed to breathe.
but all you could think about was how those boys had laughed at you—how stupid you must have looked in front of them. and now, as you navigated the halls alone once more, you decided not to ask for help again.
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you had managed to find your class after aimlessly wandering around more—but you ended up being about 15 minutes late. not the best first impression on your first day.
after that, you decided to give it one more try on asking where your classes were. and someone finally—finally helped without making fun of you.
by the time you finally made it home, the weight of the day sat heavy on your chest. you hadn’t let yourself cry more after that slip up in the hallway—you had forced yourself to push it down, to get through the rest of your classes without falling apart.
but now, in the safety and comfort of your room, where no one could see you, the feelings you had been holding back all day surged forward like a flood you couldn’t control.
dropping your bag onto the floor, you barely managed to kick off your shoes before climbing onto your bed, pulling your stuffed bunny from your bag and clutching it tightly. the second you buried your face into its soft fur, the first sob broke free.
you felt stupid for letting them get to you, for letting that group of boys laughter replay in your head over and over. you shouldn’t care what they thought. you didn’t even know them. and yet, the humiliation, the way their words had made you feel so small, gnawed at you like an ache you couldn’t shake.
tears streamed down your face—soaking the fabric of your bunny as you curled into yourself, your arms wrapped around the one thing that had always given you comfort. you wished the day had gone differently, that you hadn’t had to ask them for help, that you hadn’t been made to feel like a joke on your very first day.
your chest tightened with another quiet sob, your breath coming out shaky. you hated feeling like this—so vulnerable, so exposed. but no matter how much you told yourself it didn’t matter, that they were just a bunch of immature guys who didn’t know you, the hurt still clung to you.
and after a while, your cries softened into sniffles, the exhaustion of the day taking over. you held your bunny closer, letting its familiar warmth and scent soothe the ache in your chest as your eyes grew heavy.
curled up on your bed—still in your clothes, you drifted off to sleep. their words still nagging at you in the corner of your brain, especially the boy who fully humiliated you—acting as if he cared before he tore you down.
a/n : MY POOR BAMBI 🥹
PERIOD
HOW DO I ACT NORMAL AFTER THIS MATTHEW
Into it ➵ Matt Sturniolo
warnings: dry humping, soft!dom!reader, pet names (sweetheart, honey, my sweet boy)
synopsis: Matt is struggling with a persistent headache from hours of staring at his computer screen. Meanwhile, you find yourself unexpectedly captivated by how different—and attractive—Matt looks with his glasses on.
there's 400 of you already!! love you guys <3
Matt rubbed his temples as the dull ache behind his eyes intensified, the glow of the computer screen doing nothing to help. He’d been staring at it for hours, the spreadsheet blurring before him. Finally, with a sigh, he reached into his backpack and pulled out his blue light glasses.
“Man, I hate these things,” he muttered under his breath, sliding them on.
The glasses framed his face differently, the sleek black design making him look more focused, sharper. He blinked a few times, his headache already starting to ease, and went back to his work, not noticing the way you had suddenly gone very quiet.
You sat across from him, tapping at your laptop with a rhythm that had slowly died the moment Matt had put those glasses on. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard now, completely still, as you stole another glance his way.
He looked… Good. Really good.
im dripping icl
my mans 🥰🙏
SLOBBERING IM WET
HOLY SHIT
ILL DO ANYTHING TO SUCK THEY DICKS
warnings: angst, cussing, crying, drinking, bit of smut.
pairing: mattsturniolo x femalexreader
summary: you and matt have been “friends” for a long time, to him u were just another girl that he deeply loved, and him to you was everything u wished for.
a/n: i know this song is for wlw but i wanted to use it for the story.
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10:26 pm
“fuck matt” you say, his tongue is in your walls as he’s eating you out. He looks up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, he smirks against your pussy making his ego even bigger. You’re currently in the back of your car and the windows are getting foggy. “im mh about to cum” you say breathless, “go ahead pretty girl” he says and that tips you over the edge. once you both got cleaned up, “can you drive me to a restaurant?” he asks.
“i was wondering if we could hangout?” you ask, he looks at you “i thought this was just a hookup though but i gotta get going my mom invited me to dinner” he says not looking at u playing with his hands. “oh ok which restaurant?” you ask looking at him. He looks up “uh yellowbricks on blackstone” he says.
You’re almost to the restaurant and you pull into the parking lot, “my mom also wants to see you, so can u come in?” he ask staring his eyes into yours. “uh yea ill go see your mom.” you say looking away, you got out of your car and walk into the restaurant. You and matt spot jimmy, marylou, chris and nick, you walk up to the table and say hi to everyone.
“y/n why dont you join us?” marylou asks, “she actually has to go mom” matt says looking up at you. “oh yeah i have this thing marylou im so sorry maybe another time?” you say, “of course just text me on facebook to let me know!” she says smiling. “ok. i will, nice to see everyone bye!” you say as you’re leaving. You feel like a burden to matt as you walk out, you get into your car and suddenly matt walks out.
He knocks on your window, “hey uhm i left my jacket in your backseat” he says “ oh ok the doors are unlocked.” you look at the backseat as he grabs it, tears dwelling in your eyes. He notices “hey are you ok pretty girl?” he asks “mhm” u say looking away, he grabs your chin “i hope this isnt about me saying your busy.” he looks at u with his brows furrowed.
“its not matt” you yank his hand off your chin, he furrows his brows “we agreed this was casual” he says. you nod and roll up your window, he walks away with his jacket in his hand and his grip so hard his knuckles were white. “casual” starts playing by Chappell Roan, you feel the tears trying to drip away from your eyes. you just started driving home, but all you could think of matt.
flashback
“thats the best time we’ve ever had sex and i mean it” he says looking into your iris, “whatcha thinking about pretty girl?” he asks. “oh nothing just like us what we are” you say still staring into his mesmerizing eyes, “you’re my everything y/n” he says. you giggle looking away, “you’re my everything too matt”.
end of flashback
you grip onto the steering wheel trying not to cry, but the tears escape your eyes and u cant help but let out sobs. you try not to think of how good you and matt used to be, but now you think back it was just casual. it hurts your stomach so much thinking about it, how everything happened and why. he was just a boy you banged on your couch but, damn him for making you feel like this.
day later
matthew❕
hey y/n
do you want to hangout?
i see you reading my texts
please dont leave me on read
dont be like this please
im coming over
read 10:19 am
you continue sobbing into your comforter and bury yourself, you soon hear your doorbell ring and you cant bring yourself to get up and see his face. so you just ignore the sounds but they dont stop, for a second they stopped and then got louder. you groaned not even bothering to brush your hair or wipe way the tears, you walk down the stairs and go open the door.
you open the door and his eyes soften once he sees your red eyes and tear stains on your cheek, “can you stop staring matthew?” you say looking away “yeah m’sorry”. “did you leave something or want to say something? you clear your throat saying. “cmon we agreed that no feelings attached y/n” he says, you close the door behind him.
“how was i suppose not to?” you ask, he looks away “you said i was your everything matt!” you say as anger arises inside of you “i know i know but please dont be mad because- you cut him off “no i get to be mad matt because you said we were casual but people who are casual dont say shit like that!” you scream.
“please dont say what you dont mean y/n” he says, “we should just end this whatever this is.” you say as a tear slips down your cheek. “no no please y/n i need you!” he says as his eyes dwell with tears, “no you need someone who loves you and i thought i could give that to you but i really cant because you wont give it back or say some stupid shit like this is casual matt”.
“i didnt mean it please please dont do this” hes screaming in sobs, your heart breaks at the sight but you knew this had to be done for his sake and yours. “please matt dont make this harder than it is.” you put his head into your chest as you say. hes sobbing into your chest and every time you feel his tears slipping a piece of your heart shatters.
“i really did love you matt and i mean it.” you say as you bring his head up to meet your eyes, “please i dont want to lose you please please just dont do this”. he says and with that you kiss his forehead “matthew you need to go baby please.” you say. “can you hold me one more time y/n” he asks as his eyes are practically red and tears drip down each time.
“yes matt come here” you say as you bring him to your chest, you felt as time froze around you but the reality matter more than the fantasy you pictured. “okay sweetboy its time to go.” you say removing your arms from him, “i loved you too y/n” he says as he brings your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. “do you think we could ever be soulmates in another universe?” he asks looking at you.
“god i hope so” you say looking at him as he walks out your door. you both knew that was the last time he would ever enter and leave your house. you both loved each other just maybe in another life.
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hey so uhm this was really short and im sorry but i didnt know what to write lol
im writing a fic based on casual by chappell roan should i just quit it or keep writing?