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marlenafortuna · 8 months ago

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𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐

⚠︎ mdni, smut, softdom!matt, SA MENTIONS -- NOT MUCH DETAIL, angst, crying, panic attacks, and more…

⤷ Get to reading, sluts. No copying. Ask if you’d like to use this as ‘inspiration.’ Fuck off and fuck me, let’s get horny!!! Not proofread.

matt’s favorite toy, Rose

©bernardsbendystraws

He didn’t need much detail to know whatever happened affected you on a daily basis. Matt just knew. It happened more than a year before you two started dating. So much time had passed, yet it still made your life look so…different.

You didn’t sleep with a comforter. When you did, all you could hear was the ruffle of the sheets, an alert that made you think someone was about to violate you. Because that’s what your ex had done. You wished it was a stranger. You wished it wasn’t somebody that you would've sacrificed everything for. But it was him—a ghost from your past that lingered in every corner of your mind.

“Sweetheart, I…I know it’s not something you ever talk about. I never wanna make you feel like you have to, but…but can you let me know the things that trigger you, maybe? So I don’t…so I don’t accidentally hurt you—I…I really just wanna make you feel safe, baby. That’s all I want.”

Those affirming words led to a new confrontation of emotion. You talked. For the first time ever, you said your ‘ex’ instead of ‘him.’ The assailant's identity being confirmed into reality just made it so nauseating, yet relieving. You had finally said it—it was finally real.

“You—your ex?”

It broke Matt’s heart. He could tell by the glossy haze over your eyes that you trusted that poor excuse of a man with your heart fully. Someone broke you—someone broke you enough that you still couldn’t feel safe every night in your own bed.

Matt listened with full intent. He heard a vibration of rage in his ears, making sure to remain as calm as possible and holding your hand secure with a gentle grip.

Changes were made instantly. Matt was so genuine, so observant. He switched everything in his bed. Cotton sheets were exchanged for satin and silk. A small night light was purchased—one that looked like a silly penguin. He claimed it was just because he thought it was cute, but it didn’t take you long to realize it only got plugged into the wall when you spent the night.

It was all for you.

Even though he wanted to be as close to you as possible, he spent the first couple sleepovers on the opposite side of the bed. The first time, he felt a little sick. You were curled into a ball, nearly falling off from how far your body was on the mattress.

It took months, but eventually you started gradually shifting to Matt in your sleep. Your body cooperated before your mind did. The first time you woke up with your head resting on his chest and his arm looped around your shoulders…it was horrid. Matt felt awful. The panicked gasps of air still made his chest tighten with guilt, even though he didn’t even really do anything.

But, it was okay—it was okay because it was Matt, not him. Not the man who had ripped away a love language from you and turned it into a screaming siren of anxiety. It still hurt, but it hurt a little less. You didn’t feel deprived anymore, you just felt heavy.

A bit more time gave your mind enough reasons to start following your body’s reactions. Matt had learned to move slowly to detach himself from you. He didn’t want you to wake up with that scared look on your face—he couldn’t let that happen to you over and over again.

“No,” you mumble, pulling Matt closer. Your features are still softened with sleep, a slight furrow between your brows showing a subtle amount of distress.

Matt pets over your head, trying to soothe you awake gently. “Sweetheart, I…gotta move, I don’t want you to panic—”

“Please.”

Your gentle whisper is enough to make him relax again. He’s a bit confused, but it’s not enough to make him move. Instead, he lays there, staring at the ceiling and appreciating your warmth—your trust.

The trust only bloomed with time and patience. Eventually, kisses had gotten more passionate.

His hesitant hands suddenly got grasped by yours as you guided them to your hips. You were sitting on his lap. You had every chance to stand up and leave if you wanted to. But you didn’t want anything else but him.

“Touch me, Matt.”

Your directions make him swallow with a loud gulp. His eyes widen as he looks into yours with a search for confirmation. “Are you…are you sure, sweetheart. We don’t—”

“I trust you.”

Light touches got more affirmative as you started to roll your hips onto him.

It felt good…up until it didn’t.

“I–I don’t know what happened,” you ramble, curled in a ball as he rocks you like a baby from side to side. It’s humiliating, but you can’t find it in yourself to have any dignity in such a raw state.

You tried. You really fucking tried.

And you failed.

“I’m sorry for leading you on, I–”

“No. Don’t apologize. We’re gonna take it slow, okay? Don’t…don’t look at this as something to be ashamed about. You…you feel safe enough to try with me and that—that means everything to me, I…”

He pulls you upward into a tight hug as you cry. Part of him just wants to hold you closer, but another part of him just doesn’t want you to see him cry. He wants to focus on you—he wants you to focus on yourself too, not him. Slow, gentle rocks soothe you to doze off as he silently lets hot tears drift down his cheeks.

You don’t deserve this. Whatever happened to you—he doesn’t care how it affects him, he doesn’t care that his girlfriend of nearly five months hasn’t had sex with him. He cares how it affects you. Sleepless nights, avoiding the mirror, shying away from men—even his brothers. It’s so unfair. It’s so fucking unfair.

Figuring it out was hard—harder than you would’ve imagined. Failed attempt after failed attempt that left you in tears or distress. It felt so pathetic. You felt weak. Matt was incessant on affirming the opposite.

Weak meant you wouldn’t try—weak meant giving up and the tears meant you were still fighting.

It wasn’t how you expected it to happen, but it happened. You felt so safe, so comfortable. You didn’t need control like you thought, you just needed to trust him and let him guide you. Being on top of him left more room for overthinking—more room for air to lather your skin with heavy reluctance.

You both had spent the day together. It wasn’t anything special, no fancy date or big present, but it was relaxing. Matt had gotten you matching pajama pants. He even begged you to wear his favorite shirt that he knew you loved. Blankets piled on top of your bodies as you cuddled together, movie after movie playing on the TV in his room as you sank further into the bed.

A soft, romantic kiss had led to this—Matt hovering over your naked body while grinding his hard length into your core with his briefs still covering him. The noises, the sensations…it was all so good, but Matt was analyzing every flutter of your eyes, every slight motion from your hands as you gripped onto the sheets.

“Matt, I—”

Wordlessly, you tug on the hem of his briefs. Matt freezes for a second. Looking into your eyes, he cups your cheek. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I…I’ll stop if you say the word—but are you sure? Fuck, I just—” Matt bites hard on his lower lip as he feels your hips chase upward and against him. “---just don’t wanna hurt you,” he rasps.

“I want this, I…I want you, I trust you. I…I just…I—please,” you whimper, tugging a little harder on the fabric.

Peeling off the remaining barrier between your bodies, Matt glides his tip along your folds and fuck…it feels like heaven. Not just the sensation, but the emotion—the trust—-the bare vulnerability.

Circling your clit delicately, he lets himself kiss into your neck. “Do you want my fingers first, sweetheart? I—”

“No, please—” you grind into his touch. “--just want you—all of you.”

Even though he’s on top, he follows your directions. You’re in control. He’s doing whatever you want, doing what makes you feel good—pleasure and security.

The initial stretch of his tip is a lot. It feels a bit unfamiliar. You’ve never had sex like this—so raw and bare. It’s more than just skin and bodies, it’s your trust and your peace.

"Oh--Matt,” you whine. His thick cock is gliding into your walls viciously slow. You feel everything and it all feels like bliss. You’re safe. You can trust him. There’s nothing blocking you from devoting yourself to the present—letting you bathe in the intimacy of truly letting go.

“I…oh my—are—are you okay? Do you, um,” His mind isn’t connecting words as well. The feeling of your warm walls squeezing his dick is distracting, but he’s intent on taking care of you—making sure you know this is only about you. “--do you need me to stop?”

“No—keep going, please—” you both let out explicit, lewd moans as your legs swarm around his waist, nuzzling him deep inside of you.

And god…it’s so consuming. You can’t think of anything. Not when he slowly starts to grind his cock inside of you, a wet squelch making your walls clench around him.

“I…”

The wordless trail off of your words makes Matt hesitate again. But, he hisses as he feels you start to match his rhythm, your hips rutting upward to meet each motion of his pelvis.

“Is…is this—ah fuck, is this okay, sweetheart? Is it, is it s–still—”

“More than—-more than okay, I—more, Matt. Please.”

Your legs loosen as he starts to lazily drive his cock and and out of your slick entrance. He angles his hips upward, digging into you with passion as he sees your mouth fall into an ‘O.’ Your nails dig into his biceps. The pain is encouraging. He’s making you feel so good—so good that your body reacts involuntarily as he plunges himself against the same spot that makes your chest arch into him more and more.

“My girl, shiiiit,” he seethes. Erratic motions become urgent as he watches your eyes roll back. Your lips smack open to spare him a warning, but fail as he keeps sliding in and out of you with passion and intent. “---gonna cum?” You nod. “Yeah, that—-that’s okay, sweetheart. Just—let—go,” he soothes, trying desperately to hold back his own release as you start muttering his name as a mantra with your walls convulsing deliberately around him.

“I—Matt, I—”

“That’s it, c’mon. I…I—fuck, feels s’good, baby. Can’t—I can’t hold back much longer. I—”

The heels of your feet dig into his back, forcing him as deep as possible as you climb down from your high.

“Sweetheart, please, I need—-need to—-gonna cum, where—”

Tightening your lock around his hips even further, you massage your hands through his hair, pulling him into the side of your neck. Matt’s hips thrust forward with urgency and exhaustion. “Inside. Please, I—-”

“Are you—-are—-you s-sure? Can’t hold back…..can’t---baby,”

His mindless rambles are cut short as you whisper a soft plea into the air. The deep moan that falls from his lips is mesmerizing. A warm feeling of his cum spilling inside of you makes everything so much more real.

“Fuck….” Matt breathes heavily, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he slowly hovers himself above you again. His eyes meet yours with a new found connection, a silence that speaks volumes as you both bathe in the after effects of the intimate acts. “You,”

You can’t help but swallow thickly as warmth clouds your face. His eyes water looking down at you, his hand cupping your cheek as a soft, sympathetic smile covers his face.

“I’m so proud of you, I….”

An overwhelming amount of peace consumes you. Your cheek falls further into his hand as his thumb swivels against your skin. The pale blue eyes gleam into you with so much emotion.

“I’m proud, sweetheart. I just—I hope you’re proud too,”

[ A/N: Thank you for reading! If you ever need any help with sexual harassment, abuse, or assault, there are plenty of resources. Personally, I have used the texting hotline for the US and that has been more than helpful for me. I hope you heal from what you don’t talk about <3 ]

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marlenafortuna · 10 months ago

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MY LEGS WERE JUST TOGETHER WHAT ???

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marlenafortuna · 11 months ago

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the words i cant say

summary - matt is infatuated with you, you’re all he ever thinks about now. having no one to let these secrets out to, he decided why not write about them instead..

it was killing him, having to keep these secrets to himself for so long was tiring. the only thing being his outlet was his journal, pages among pages filled with him just rambling about you. of course he would never tell you these things, afraid of going over your boundaries and ruining the whole friendship.

if you were to ask him what he loved most about you he wouldn’t be able to answer that question, he loved every single bit of you. of course he wrote about that as well, he couldn’t not think about you even if he tried.

a couple weeks ago..

“her everything is perfect, her eyes, her style, her humor, the way her smile brightens when i compliment her on anything - june 19th”

“she looked so pretty today, i kept staring at her lips i hope she didn’t notice.. - june 25th”

“her voice is the sweetest thing i’ve ever heard, i can talk to her for hours - july 12th”

“i cant help but wonder if she thinks about me the way i think about her - july 22nd”

to shorten it down he was in love with you, and he had no plan of telling you anytime soon.

he wanted to push these feelings away, feeling bad for pining over his own best friend while you had no knowledge of it. he couldn’t help it though, he thinks back to the countless amount of times you two had spent together. late night drives, going thrifting, or just staying in watching cheesy rom-com movies.

during group settings his eyes would wonder over to you, staring longingly at you laughing and smiling big while you were having the time of your life. you would turn your head and see his light colored eyes looking at you with a soft expression, which ended up in both of you turning away while heat rushed to your cheeks.

there was some nights where you stayed up thinking about him, just wondering what if? but you brushed it off, thinking maybe its all in your head..

you were coming over today, it was nothing new, you always came over to hang out when you didn’t have anything specifically planned. you were excited to see matt, you haven’t seen him in two weeks due to his work schedule and all of his meetings piled up. he finally had a free day and you were overly excited when he asked you if you wanted to hang out.

you loved spending time with him, no matter what it was. as long as it was with him you were happy.

he had texted you to come whenever you wanted, you were already in pretty comfy clothes so you got your keys and left. the drive there was calm, music flowing through the car consumed the silence and before you know it you’re already in their driveway.

you texted matt that you were outside already and not even a minute passes before you hear the door unlock and open, you were met with his disheveled figure, hair messy, slightly cropped shirt and sweatpants resting low on his waist..

“finally kid you’re here, you were taking forever” a smile spread across his face as he rolled his eyes sarcastically. you step inside as he holds the door for you, “i haven’t seen you in forever and you already have a attitude??” i say raising an eyebrow as i set my keys down on the table.

“oh come on, you know i missed you doll.” that name. you didn’t hear it often but when you did your cheeks would turn bright red as you stumble over your words. that stupid grin on his face said everything you needed to know. “i missed you too, matt!!” you flashed a cheesy smile at him before you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest.

a couple months ago..

“the feeling of her arms around my waist feels so right.. wish i could always have her this close. - january 17th”

“she has to know what she’s doing, right?? fuck. her smiles makes me weak. - january 29th”

“she looked gorgeous in that top with the little bow, her hair done up differently, her pretty jewelry scattered around her figure as well, i couldn’t help but steal glances each time she wasn’t looking in the car. - february 6th”

you return the hug, his comforting scent surrounds you, making you feel at peace. finally feeling his warmth that you longed for for a little too long, you both pull away and his face lights up. “shit- i forgot i had gotten you something when i was away, come on” your face forms into a confused expression “you didn’t have to do that matt, you know that right??” your smile still being very evident as you protest him getting you a gift.

“yeah yeah i know, but it made me think of you so i haddd to get it!” he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to his room, you flop down on the bed as he searches around looking for the gift. you hear him scattering around while muttering words to himself until a certain book under his pillow catches your eye.. you didn’t know matt was getting into reading? “ooh matt what book are you reading?” you hold it up to show him the hardcover journal.

“huh? im not readin- WAIT!“ you open it up to see your name on the first page, several times actually. you scan through it curiously, you finally realize that it was definitely not a regular book. he was basically confessing his love to you in every single page, matt was too late as he rushed over to you snatching the book from your hands.

you quickly stand up, jaw basically on the floor and your face redder than ever. you didn’t even know what to say, its not like you didn’t feel the same because you did.. its just you couldn’t believe he wrote all of that about you. “l-look y/n i can explain i just-“ his words coming out in stutters “matt, matt please, just calm down. okay? y-you’re okay, come on..” you lead him back over to his bed, both of you sitting down at the edge. “im really, really sorry y/n you weren’t supposed to read that. i understand if you feel uncomfortable or if you wanna leav-“ you cut him off bringing your hand to his cheek and leaning in, your lips colliding with his.

you caught him off guard but he instantly kisses back, you smile into the kiss and bring your other hand to back of his neck pulling him more in. his hands traveling down to your hips, holding onto you like you could disappear any moment. you both finally pull away, heavy breathing while you watch that same stupid grin form on his face.

“what?” you ask laughing. “nothing, its just- i’ve always thought i would be the one to kiss you first” his smirk growing wider by the second. “oh shut up, you’re so corny” you roll your eyes in a playful manner and push at his shoulder a little.

“i really did mean it you know? everything i said in that journal. you really, really mean a lot to me and i- i can’t see myself loving anyone else other than you y/n. since the first day i met you.” tears forming in your eyes as he continues to talk, “you mean everything to me. words can’t express how i feel for you, i would’ve said something sooner but i didn’t wanna ruin the relationship we already had and-“ you laugh at his mouth running off again, his nervousness taking over once more.

“matt, please im so sorry but shh. i feel the same way, you weren’t really the best at hiding that staring problem of yours you know..” you giggle at his embarrassed expression “i love you, a lot. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, you were always there for me whenever i needed someone and you never fail to make my days better. i love you so much.” he watches you in awe, how could someone so precious be in front of him right now?

“so does this mean like, im your boyfriend now, right..?” you giggle and take his hand into yours “well.. i dont know, i haven’t been asked yet..” he smiles and gives your hand a small kiss. “y/n, may i be your boyfriend?” your smile growing ten times bigger before you nod your head immediately. “yes, yes yes YES!” your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you pull him into another kiss, this time it was filled with love, and patience. the world stopped the second you two filled the gap in between, until you feel him pull back.

“i love you so fucking much y/n. words wont ever be enough for me to show you how much i really do.”

“wait. what about my gift though?”

(my first fic.. this took me like 2 days to write because i had no idea on how to go with this, i feel like its kinda all over the place too it feels rushed to me idk why 😭😭 if there is any mistakes or missing words, NO THERE ISNT. please be nice, again this is my first time writing. im always open for ideas or tips on anything!! BYE LOVE YOUUU 🤗🤗. also thank you to @flouvela for encouraging me on writing this ILYSM GF 🤍🤍 ok bye now!!)

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marlenafortuna · 11 months ago

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desperately need nerd!matt hcs from u

SO HIGHSCHOOL

❐ summary » "you know how to ball, i know aristotle"

❐ pairings » nerd!matt x popular!reader

❐ warnings » nonee

❐ a/n && w/c » im trying to do all my hc requests cause i've literally been neglecting them • 1.47k

┆ nerd!matt who is always shy around you, but secretly admires you from afar. he’s the kind of guy who blushes every time you talk to him or even look his way.

» amidst the cacophony of the bustling school hallways, your eyes land on matt, the quiet, introspective soul who perpetually immerses himself in the world of books. today, as you navigate through the throng of students, a spontaneous urge compels you to break the silence and greet him.

“hey, matt!" you exclaim with a buoyant tone, your voice cutting through the ambient noise with a cheerful resonance.

matt glances up, his eyes widening in astonishment. a crimson hue swiftly creeps across his cheeks, and he clumsily juggles the books in his hands. "h-hi, y/n," he stammers, struggling to maintain eye contact.

you smile warmly, taking note of the subtle pink hue that spreads across his ears. "how's it going? what are you reading today?"

he casts a fleeting glance down at the book cradled in his hands, then looks back up at you, his blush intensifying to a deeper shade of crimson. "oh, um, it's just... a book on astrophysics," he mumbles, his voice a blend of excitement and nervousness.

"astrophysics? that sounds really interesting!" you exclaim, your eyes widening with genuine admiration. "you'll have to tell me about it sometime."

matt's heart quickens at your words. he nods, attempting to steady his voice. "y-yeah, i'd like that."

as you walk away, you can't help but notice the shy smile that lingers on his face, and you feel a warm flutter in your chest. little do you know, matt is already eagerly anticipating the next opportunity to converse with you.

┆ nerd!matt who helps you with your homework, and in return, you help him come out of his shell. you spend hours together, and matt starts feeling more confident because of your encouragement.

» "hey matt, can you help me with my homework again? i’m really struggling with this math problem," you ask, your soft smile barely hiding the hint of desperation in your eyes.

matt adjusted his glasses, his fingers lingering on the frames for a moment. he leaned in closer to the problem, his brow furrowing in deep concentration, a thoughtful expression settling on his face as he absorbed the details. "sure, let’s see what we’ve got here. oh, this one’s actually pretty interesting. it’s all about quadratic equations."

you smiled, a sense of calm washing over you, as the tension in your shoulders eased and your breathing steadied. "you always make it sound so easy. i don’t know what i’d do without your help."

matt blushed slightly, a modest grin forming on his lips, his cheeks tinged with a faint rosy hue as he tried to hide his growing embarrassment. "well, you’re getting better at it. you just need a bit more practice."

hours passed as you worked together, solving problems and sharing stories. the room was filled with the quiet hum of concentration, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter that echoed softly against the walls, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie and shared effort.

you looked at matt, your eyes reflecting a deep admiration, the kind that spoke volumes of unspoken respect and appreciation for his unwavering dedication and thoughtful demeanor. "you know, matt, you’re really good at this. have you ever thought about tutoring more people? you’d be great at it."

matt glanced down, a shy smile playing on his face, his eyes momentarily avoiding yours as a subtle blush crept up his cheeks, revealing a quiet vulnerability. "i’ve thought about it, but i’m not sure if i’d be good at explaining things to others."

you shook your head, your voice filled with encouragement. "are you kidding? you’re amazing! you’ve helped me so much. plus, you’re really patient. i think you’d be fantastic."

matt’s confidence seemed to grow, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound determination. "thanks, that means a lot. maybe i’ll give it a try."

you nodded, your smile warm and genuine. "you totally should! and hey, if you ever need help with anything, i’m here for you too. we’re friends, right?"

matt smiled warmly, the connection between you both feeling stronger than ever. "yeah, we are. thanks for believing in me."

┆ nerd!matt who gets flustered when you invite him to hang out with your friends. he’s not used to the attention, but you make sure he feels included and comfortable.

» you and your friends were deep in conversation, laughing about some old stories. you noticed matt was unusually quiet, sitting at the edge of the group, looking a bit lost.

you leaned in closer, your voice carrying a gentle, almost melodic tone. "hey matt, you okay? you’ve been pretty quiet."

he glanced up, his eyes widening in surprise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "oh, yeah, i'm fine. just... not used to this, i guess."

you offered him a warm, reassuring smile, your eyes conveying a depth of understanding and empathy. "we're really glad you're here. your thoughts matter too. anything on your mind?"

matt hesitated for a moment, his uncertainty lingering, before a tentative smile slowly spread across his face, his posture easing into a more relaxed demeanor. "thanks. i guess i'm just getting used to being around more people."

one of your friends, noticing the exchange, interjected thoughtfully, "yeah, matt, jump in anytime! we're all friends here."

you nodded, a sense of relief washing over you as the atmosphere seemed to lighten. "exactly. you're one of us, matt."

he appeared to relax further, his smile broadening and becoming more genuine. "thanks, guys. it means a lot."

┆ nerd!matt who writes you sweet, thoughtful notes and leaves them in your locker. you find these little gestures incredibly endearing and look forward to them every day.

» you stood by your locker, a smile spreading across your face as you discovered yet another sweet note tucked inside. it had become a daily ritual, one that you cherished deeply.

"another one from matt?" a friend inquired, their curiosity piqued by the evident joy radiating from your expression.

"yeah," you responded, carefully unfolding the paper to unveil his heartfelt and thoughtful words. "he's so sweet. these little notes make my day."

your friend flashed a knowing grin, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "he's got it bad for you. what does this one say?"

you began to read aloud in a clear and deliberate voice, allowing each word to resonate with the surrounding air, "two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one."

your friend's eyes widened, a mixture of astonishment and intrigue dancing within her gaze. "wow, he's got it bad for you. have you talked to him about it?"

you nodded, a gentle warmth spreading through you, like the first rays of dawn touching the earth. "not yet, but i think i will. these notes... they mean a lot to me."

as you closed your locker, anticipation bubbled within you, eager for the next note and the potential conversation it might spark, weaving a tapestry of words and emotions yet to be discovered.

┆ nerd!matt who stands up for you when you need it most, showing that he’s not just a quiet bookworm but someone who deeply cares about you. you realize just how special he is.

» you found yourself in the midst of a heated argument with gadiel, your ex, emotions running high and words cutting deep. as the tension reached its peak, matt, the quiet and unassuming bookworm, approached with an unexpected resolve in his eyes.

"you never listen!" you exclaimed, your frustration bubbling over like a pot left too long on the stove, threatening to spill over and scorch everything in its path.

gadiel sneered, his lip curling with a disdain that cut through the air like a sharpened blade, "maybe if you weren't so—"

before he could finish, matt stepped in, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and resolve, yet carrying an unmistakable note of determination. "maybe if you had half a brain, you'd realize she's worth listening to."

gadiel appeared momentarily stunned, his usual composure shattered by the unexpected turn of events. "oh, look, the nerd speaks."

matt retorted with a fierce intensity, his eyes locking onto gadiel's with an unyielding resolve that left no room for doubt. "better a nerd than a jerk who doesn't appreciate what he had."

gadiel scoffed, his bravado crumbling as he found himself bereft of any further retorts. "whatever," he muttered, turning and walking away.

you turned to matt, feeling a surge of profound gratitude and deep admiration welling up within you. "thanks, matt. i didn't know you had it in you."

matt's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, yet he held your gaze with unwavering steadiness. "i care about you, more than you know."

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marlenafortuna · 11 months ago

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We Make Three- M.S

summary: the day stepdad!matt gets called 'dad' by y/n's son for the first time after two years. (a little extra something at the end)

cw: slight cursing, bit of angst, fluff, mentions of a toxic relationship and slight mention of abortion

an: thank you to this anon for the wonderful idea, i've never seen any fics about this so i decided to go with it. don't forget my inbox is always open | reminder: if this isn't your cup of tea you don't have to read it, i have many other fics :)

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It's been two years since both Matt and Y/n have started dating. Despite her having a son, Matt wanted her either way. He's seen little Cameron go from an almost three year old toddler to a five year old child. Cameron had always wanted a dad ever since he started to understand the idea of a father when he would watch his cartoons at the age of three.

He would mention it from time to time to Y/n and she had to explain to him why he didn't have a father. However, she gave him the simplified version. Something an almost three year old would understand.

"Well- listen baby, you do have a father he just- he wasn't ready to be a daddy, okay?" She stroked his cheek. "But we don't need someone else, right? We have each other. Always, we'll always have each other."

That night, she cried herself to sleep, cursing her baby daddy hoping he could hear her wherever the hell he was. Cursing him for being the reason why she had to tell her son why his deadbeat of dad isn't around, leaving out the disgusting parts of him trying to force her to get an abortion, manipulating her that if she didn't get it he would leave her and never contact her again, not wanting a relationship with her or that thing, is what he referred to the unborn child.

Accusing her of cheating on him, implying that that baby wasn't his. She would never do such a thing! She was only nineteen at the time, she knew right from wrong. She soon realized he was self reflecting and he was the one cheating.

Thankfully, there was a light at the end of the tunnel and she met Matt, the love of her life, almost three years later.

"Hey, Matt. Is it okay if I run to the store really quickly? I need to get an ingredient for tonight's dinner." Y/n runs into the living room where her two favorite boys are on the race car track carpet playing with toy cars. "Of course, me and Cam will be here playing." He pauses from crashing the little red car into Cameron's blue one.

"Anything you two want from the store?" She asks. "Mm, I think we need a restock on ice cream." Matt says, looking at Cam who is suspiciously smiling. "We might've ate the last bit late last night when we were supposed to be sleeping." He refers to him and Cam. "Oh gosh, okay. I'll be back in no time." She rounds the couch and leans down to kiss Cameron's curls and pecks Matt on the lips. "Bye, Mommy!"

"Okay, where were we?" Matt says looking back at Cameron. "We were about to crash our cars." Cam lifts up his blue hot wheel before placing it back down. "Oh yeah, well- boom!" Matt crashes the mini car into the blue one. "Noo, now the car is on fire!" They continue playing for about five more minutes before Cameron gets bored of it.

"Let's play something else." He packs up the many toy cars into their designated container. "Here, let me help you with that, bud." Matt picks up the slightly heavy container due to the excessive amount of toy cars Matt has bought him (he received a small scolding from y/n).

Cameron leads both of them to his bedroom which is right next to the living room. Matt, his hands full with the container and the rolled up small carpet, sets them down in their designated spot. "Remember this!" Cam picks up an old stuffed animal. "How could I not! I remember when we first hung out, I bought this for you." Matt recalls the day, remembering it as if it was yesterday. Although he had met him before Y/n and him were a thing. He had never hung out with him until a month in their relationship.

Matt was eager to meet him officially and not it being just a run in. He wanted to form bond with him considering the fact that he saw a long life future with Y/n. "Don't be nervous, he's a toddler, Matt." Y/n said over the phone. "I know, I know, it just makes us feel more official you know? And I want it to be perfect." He said as he drove to her house. "I promise he's going to like you." Ten minutes later, Matt arrived and he met Cameron officially.

Even though he was still two, he loved to play and he was forming mini sentences here and there. Both him and Matt were playing when Matt remembered he had brought something for him. "Look, I got this for you. It's a pug." Cam immediately grabbed it and smiled at it. "You!" He said. A couple of weeks earlier, Y/n had mentioned how Cameron had a difficult time saying the word 'thank' and said you as a form of thank you. "You're very welcome."

"You know, you had some trouble saying 'thank you' wanna know how you said thank you instead?" Matt sat next to Cam. "What?" He looks up at Matt. "You." He giggles. "You?" Cam says confusingly. "Yea, you would say you."

"Thank you. I'll tell you now that I can say it." Cam says. "You're welcome." Matt loved moments like this when it's just the two of them. As much as he loved moment with Y/n and Cam together, he loved bonding with him one on one. It made it almost like a father and son bond. Cam has yet to call Matt, dad. Y/n and Matt had talked about it, whether Matt would be okay with it or not. And, he was more than okay with it. In all honesty, Y/n saw Matt as Cameron's dad and Matt also saw himself as Cams dad as well.

However, Matt decided it was best to not mention it to Cameron as he thought they would be pushing the idea onto him and he didn't want it to seem like that. He wanted Cameron to do it whenever he wanted to. And Y/n agreed with Matt's idea.

"Can we go to the park tomorrow? It's Saturday and I have no school." Cameron says, putting the stuffed pug back on his bed. "We can, we'll just have to ask Mom and see if she's okay with it." He nods. "Can I tell you something?" He almost whispers, as if what he's about to say is a secret. "Anything." Matt nods. "All of my friends at school make fun of me for not having a dad, and I want to tell them about you because I think you're my dad but, what if you think you're not my dad? Or- or what if mommy doesn't let me call you that." Cameron looks into Matt's eyes with a sad expression on his face.

"I like to think I'm your dad. Always have and always will, okay? You can call me whatever you want. You can still call me Matt or you can call me dad. And your mommy will one hundred percent let you call me dad, I promise you. And don't listen to your friends, alright? They don't know what they're talking about." Matt wipes Cameron's tear that has silently slipped down his cheek. "Okay... Dad."

When Y/n arrived back from the store, she quickly got started on dinner, realizing she was making dinner a bit late than usual. Matt excused himself from Cam as they were watching a movie cuddled up on the couch when Y/n got home. He spotted her in front of the stove mixing tonight's dinner.

Matt wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a small kiss on her shoulder making her jump a bit but soon relaxed into his touch. "Hi, baby." She says. "Hi, you'll never guess what happened when you were gone." Matt says excitedly. "What happened?"

She lets the food sit above the heat and turns around to face him, moving away from the stove. "Cam called me dad." Y/n gasps, knowing how much Matt has been waiting for this moment. "Really?! How- how did it happen, oh my gosh." She laughs happily. Matt tells her the whole story that happened a few moments ago and she couldn't be happier but a bit upset at the fact that he was getting made fun of. "How are you feeling about it? Know you've been wanting this." She fixes his hair a bit. "I'm over the moon, he's called me dad about three more times now and it still feels like the first time."

Over the next few days, Cam can't stop saying dad and the end of every sentence while talking to Matt. And Matt can't complain, he loves it. The following Friday, Nick and Chris wanted to hangout with both Matt and Cameron so they set up a 'boys day' is what Y/n liked to call it so it stuck between all of them. Nick and Chris have hung out with Cam many many times, they've even babysat him a handful of times. And he refers to them as Uncle Nick and Uncle Chris and they were more than okay with it. They loved it actually.

The first thing on their 'boys day' list was go out for ice cream, per Chris' request. "Hey, dad. Can I get that cone?" Cam points to the cone with sprinkles. "Of course." He looks at Nick and Chris whose eyes are widened and a smile is across their lips. They also knew how much Matt has been waiting for that and they were happy for his brother. Matt only smiles and nods at them.

"Come on, Dad! We're next!"

!EXTRA!

three years later

A lot has happened in the last three years. Matt had proposed to Y/n on their third year anniversary with the blessing from both her father, her two brothers, and of course Cameron. For the proposal, he wanted Cameron to be apart of it. And it turned out perfect. Matt had went out and bought lettered balloons and decorated the backyard while Y/n was out with her sister and mom doing some shopping.

He bought many bouquets of her favorite flowers and had Cameron help him rip the petals out and sprinkle them across the backyard and a bit in the house. "You think she'll like it?" Matt asked Cam. "Yes!" When she returned home, Cameron led her to the backyard and the rest was a wonderful memory.

The year after they got engaged, they got married. Y/n had finally gotten the wedding of her dreams. Her dress, her veil, her bouquet, the venue, everything. Cameron and Y/n's dad walked her down the aisle and Cam was of course the ring barrier and handed the rings to both his mom and dad. The vows made each other cry and all of the guests shed a tear or two. Matt had made a special speech for Cam and he couldn't get through it without a crack in his voice.

After the wedding, they went on their honeymoon and nine months later, a baby girl was born. It was a couple of months later and it was now Matt's birthday.

They decided to stay in for breakfast and lunch and later in the day they would meet up with his brothers and go out to dinner with the whole family. When they returned home, it was nearing nine pm and Y/n put the baby down to sleep while Matt was helping Cameron with some last minute math homework. Y/n soon came down and made herself known. "Cam, do you wanna give your dad his last birthday present from you?" She said, holding something being her back. "Oh! Yeah, I do!" Cam put the pencil down and ran over to his mom. "Close your eyes, Dad." He said. "They're closed."

Ever since his baby sister was born, Cam realized that she had Matt's last name. When Matt wasn't home, he brought it up to his mom. "Why does she have dad's last name and I don't?" He said sadly. "You don't like having my last name?" She said. "I do, but I also want Dads last name in my name." Y/n then explained to him that in order for him to have Matt's last name, Matt had to adopt him. Cam wanted that, he did.

Over the next few weeks, Y/n randomly asked Matt if he would ever want to adopt Cam and legally be his father. Matt immediately agreed and was up for it if that was something Cameron wanted. That happened a couple of months ago.

"Okay, put your hands out." Cameron said as he got closer to Matt. "And open you eyes." Matt felt a stack of papers land on his hands and he opened his eyes and looked at them first before looking down at what was in his hands. The first word that caught his eye was Adoption and immediately looked up at them eyes filling with tears. "Oh my god- are- are you guys serious?" He said, a smile creeping up on his face. "Will you adopt me?" Cam said.

Matt placed the papers down on the table and scooped Cameron in his arms. "Of course I will. A million times yes." Y/n only stood and watched, tears rolling down her face as she watched the beautiful moment between the two. The very next day, they signed the papers and waited until it was official.

"Cameron Sturniolo Y/l/n." Matt read as he held all of Cam's new records. "I love you, Dad."

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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

summary: after the triplets came back home celebrating their 21st birthday, chris's girlfriend had one more gift for him before the night ends

pairing: dom!chris x soft!dom!reader

warning: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, baby ), blowjob, backshots, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, boob playing, ass smacking

a/n: request and inbox are open !

the triplets stumbled out of the club drunk out of their mind except for maya, who was chris's girlfriend and also their driver since she offered and plus the triplets were drunk.

chris's arms were hung around maya's shoulder walking to the car while nick and matt were tripping onto each other almost falling down on the floor together. "matt walk straight!" nick exclaimed since matt kept bumping into him.

"you walk straight, stop bumping into me!" matt growled back slightly pushing nick almost making him fall. "alright, calm down we don't need to hurt each other now." maya said and the boys stopped fighting but still bumping into one another.

they made it to the car and nick and matt immediately got into the back seat slightly laying down and chris got in the passenger seat while maya walked around to get in the driver seat.

"if any of you 3 need to throw up, let me know so i can pull over." maya announced and the boys threw a thumbs up in the air and maya turned the car on and got out of the parking lot heading back to the triplets house.

the ride home maya kept looking in her rear mirror seeing nick and matt absolutely knocked out in the back seat, she also took glances of chris who's head was resting on the window and his hand resting on maya's thigh.

when maya was driving she remembered that she had one more gift for chris and it was birthday sex. she was pretty excited since she knows chris would love it, maya smiled to herself as thoughts about it ran through her mind.

she eventually made it to the triplets house parking the car in the driveway, before she waked up the boys she noticed chris's hand was still resting on her thigh so she gently removed his hand and placing it on his lap.

"wake up boys, we're home." maya said out loud which made all 3 of them groan and waking up from their little slumber. "c'mon let's get going inside." she said getting out the car and opening the door for the boys.

nick and matt got out and went inside to go to bed already and chris was the last to get out the car. "let's go baby, i forgot i have one last gift for you." maya said smiling as she locked the car. "one last gift?" chris asked and maya nodded her head.

"so i suggest you to hurry up because you're gonna love it." maya was excited for this, she felt the excitement running through her body. her and chris made it inside and they instantly went down to his bedroom where chris found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with his eyes closed.

maya was standing in front of chris and she began to remove the pieces of clothing on her leaving her in a dark red bra and panties which were chris's favorite set on her. "mama you still in the room?" chris asked still with his eyes closed. "i'm right here dummy." maya giggled.

"what's the gift i felt like i've been waiting forever." chris whined wanting to open his eyes already. "well first, give me your hands." the girl instructed as chris stuck his hands up and maya grabbed them placing it on her body. "woah." chris said under his breath feeling his girlfriends bare skin.

"are you naked?" he proceeds to ask while maya places his hands all over her body. "no, open your eyes." she said with a smile on her face, chris slowly opened his eyes as the immediately widen when he saw his girlfriend in his favorite lingerie set.

"is this the gift?" chris said running his hands down her hips and cupping her breast which made maya soak a bit. "can't forget about this gift for you." she laughed and chris smirked already liking the gift.

maya places herself on chris's lap with her legs on each side of him and her arm around her neck. chris's hands were still attached to her not wanting to let go. "shall we get this gift started?" she asked with a grin on her face. "we shall." chris smiled and softly placing his lips onto hers.

their lips were perfectly molding against each other making the kiss a bit sloppy but passionate and tender, chris managed to slip his tongue in exploring all of maya's mouth before their tongues danced around each other.

maya began grinding against chris's pants feeling the tent forming in his boxers. a groan would leave chris's mouth when he felt maya grinding on him.

she pulled away from the kiss as their strings of saliva were connected from their lips. maya got off from chris's lap and got down on her knees positioning herself in between chris's legs.

"let's take these off." she said referring to his pants. chris quickly removed his belt and slide his jeans off leaving himself in his boxers with his print sticking out. maya's hands traveled to the band of his boxers giving it a little tug before pulling them down as his dick sprung out with his leaking tip.

"please mama." chris begged which made maya smirk a bit, hearing him beg made her wet even more. maya scouted closer placing her hand on his thigh and cock giving it a few strokes and kitty licking the tip.

chris hissed at the feeling while maya licked a strip down to his base and giving his tip more kitty licks. "no teasing baby, please." chris whined pathetically, maya continued to kitty lick before taking him in his mouth.

"oh fuck." chris moaned. maya hands were wrapped around his dick with what she couldn't take in her mouth and she started bobbing her head. "shit" chris said taking a handful of her hair and he tilted his head watching his dick go into her mouth.

wet sounds of maya sucking him off filled the silence of the room along with moans and groans leaving chris's mouth. "fuck, just like that mama." chris moaned as maya bobbed her head faster and gagging a bit when she felt his tip in the back of her throat.

chris's head flew back squeezing his eyes shut feeling himself getting closer to his release. his shot back open when he felt maya's mouth not on his cock no more and just her hands stroking his dick. "don't close your eyes on me, i want you to see yourself cum." maya said which was shocking to chris with the words that left his mouth but he nodded his head liking what she said.

she wraps her mouth around chris's dick again but this time she bobbed her head faster and faster getting chris closer to his release. "mm fuck, gonna cum sweetheart." chris moaned with his mouth opened as moans leave his mouth.

ropes of matt's cum spilled into maya's mouth going down her throat. "fuckk." chris moaned out loud. as chris finished releasing into maya's mouth, she removed her mouth and stuck her tongue out showing chris that she swallowed.

"good girl." chris smirked bringing his hand to her throat bringing her up from her knees. "since it's your special day, i'll let you do anything." maya smiled and chris grinned loving the idea.

"get on the bed." chris's toned of voice was low making maya's panties damped. the girl got on the bed centering herself in the middle and resting her head on the pillows. chris removes his shirt fully bare in front of maya, he places himself in between her legs spreading her legs wider.

he places his hands on her damped panties feeling the wetness getting to his fingers. "so fucking wet and i haven't even done anything to you." chris smirked rubbing his fingers in circles on her clothed core.

"please, need it bad." maya whined wanting to feel chris's fingers inside of her. "needy girl, huh." chris said and he started removing her panties throwing them somewhere in the room. his fingers ran down her slit causing a hiss from maya feeling his fingers rubbing against her.

"such a pretty pussy, all these for me on my birthday." chris grinned before inserting one finger inside of her. "mm fuck." maya moaned. chris's fingers were plunging in and out of her and he decided to add another stretching her out.

"feel so good around my fingers mama." chris groaned picking his pace with his fingers that were covered in maya's arousal. he leans down leaving sloppy kisses on her stomach before reaching to her covered breast. "take them off sweetheart."

maya was quick with chris's words, she lifts her body a bit and unclasping her bra throwing it somewhere on the bed. she lays back down and chris immediately places his mouth on her boob, swirling his tongue around her nipple causing her to moan.

as chris continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, her walls began tightening around chris's fingers getting closer to her release. "mm gonna cum." she moaned as her hands flew down onto chris's hair slightly tugging it making him groan.

"cum for me mama, give it to me." chris mumbled against her boob with his mouth still attached to it. he works his fingers like wonder, his pace was faster than ever bringing maya closer to her release.

"mmhm fuck, i'm cumming." chris removes his mouth from her breast with a ' pop ' sound and focusing bringing her closer to her high. "oh fuck!" maya moaned out-loud cumming all over chris's fingers.

his fingers were now moving at a slow pace and maya's body shook from reaching her high. chris removes his fingers that were now covered in maya's juices and he brings his fingers to his mouth licking them clean. "always taste so fucking good."

"get on all fours for me mama." chris demanded. maya got up and turned her body around resting on her elbows and knees with her bare ass facing chris.

chris rests himself on his knees going behind maya, he places his hands on her ass giving it a slight massage before giving it a smack, a yelp left maya's mouth making chris smirk.

chris then grabbed his cock giving it a few strokes and slapping it on maya's ass slightly teasing her. "please chris, need it so bad." maya whined turning her head to see what chris was doing.

"patience sweetheart, it's my gift right? i can do whatever i want right?" chris teased remembering what maya said at the start of this. she nodded her head also remembering what she said to chris.

he continued to tease her a bit more by running his tip up and down of her dripping core. after he teases her a lot he alines himself with her entrance poking his tip at her aching hole wanting to feel him inside of her.

he slowly slips inside of her pushing himself in making both of them moan once chris entered her. "shit mama." chris hissed feeling her tight walls as he pushed himself in.

once he was fully in, he wastes no time and started thrusting in and out of her. "chris!" maya moaned from his sudden actions. "this pussy all for me huh? my fucking favorite gift ever." chris moaned pounding into her like there's no tomorrow.

maya's moans were loud as ever forgetting that chris's brothers were sound asleep upstairs but she was so lost in the moment feeling chris hitting all of her right spots. "feel so good, don't stop." maya cried out feeling the amazing pleasure she was getting.

chris's hands landed on her hair making into a makeshift ponytail and slightly pulling her hair, he pulls her hair more which made her body lift up and her back was resting against his chest. "you like when i fuck you like this?" chris whispered next to her ear feeling his hot breath.

"i fucking l-love i-it." maya choked on her words as tears spilled out of her eyes. "such a good girl taking my dick, can't believe this is all for me." chris growled letting go of maya's hair making her fall back down on the bed.

his hands rested on her hip and the back of her neck making him go deeper inside of her slightly brushing against her cervix. chris watches as his dick disappears into her and coming out with her juices coating his dick.

the sound of skin clapping, moans were filling the empty room which brought maya close to her release. her walls started tightening around chris's cock to also bring him closer to his release as his dick slightly twitches inside of her.

"can feel you tightening around me mama, c'mon cum for me i'm almost there." chris moaned picking up his pace thrusting faster making maya scream. "mm gonna cum chris, shit." maya moaned lifting herself up on her elbows with tears running down her face.

chris pounded into her faster hitting all of her right spots which caused her to release all of his cock. "shit shit shit." maya moaned, her legs felt like jelly at this point. her head was all fogged up with this euphoric feeling she was getting with chris's cock still buried in her.

"shit mama, gonna cum inside yeah?" chris moaned feeling himself starting to release in her. "fuck, fill me up please chris!" the girl begged feeling the warmth of chris's cum inside of her that were painting her walls white.

groans left chris's mouth after finishing inside of her, he slowly pulls out and their mixture of cum immediately spills out but chris took his finger pushing it back inside earning a little yelp from maya making him chuckle.

maya's limp body was now laying down on the bed as she catches her breath and chris flopped down next to her catching his breath as well. "that was, the best gift ever." chris breathed out pulling maya close to him.

"glad you loved it." maya smiled.

a/n: FIRST BIRTHDAY POST UP! SORRY FOR THE DELAYS. currently working on matt's and nicks one!

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚

𐂂 𝚋𝚏! 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚐𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚/𝒏, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕, 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 (𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚), 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒉𝒆𝒚! 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕... 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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You tried your best not to overhear your boyfriend's conversation with his brother, but it wasn't your fault that they were talking loud enough for you to hear, right?

You were locked in Chris's bathroom, taking your time in the shower since you spent the whole day with him and you were supposed to stay the night. You wanted to clean up and refresh from your earlier activities, which included being on the beach all day, when you heard knocks on the door and someone entering Chris's room.

You thought nothing of it, continuing to clean your hair when a conversation starts to happen outside, and without intending to do so, you end up hearing all the words.

-What's up, Matt? -You hear your boyfriend's voice, slightly muffled by the closed door and the cascade of water hitting the floor.

-Hey, Chris, I was wondering if I could talk to you real quick.

They start talking about YouTube and video ideas, nothing that makes you pay too much attention until you hear your name.

-You need to quit it, man. y/n might find out, and even if she doesn't, that's not nice.

I furrow my eyebrows, wiping water out of my face and taking a few steps closer to the bathroom door.

-She's not going to find out, and it's not like I wanted to date her anyways, you know I'm scared as fuck to commit, I'm just keeping her around for a while.

His tone makes it seem like he was nonchalant about it, the way he said those words like you mean nothing to him makes your eyes fill with tears.

-You're a dick. -Matt chuckles, surprised but not quite believing his brother is telling him the truth.

-Nah, I'm just being convenient, bro. She wants me, I'm giving her a chance, I get what I want whenever I want, and I can have someone to be clingy with when I feel like it. Plus, I have company every night to sleep, so I don't need to bother you and Nick.

You can't even move. You're paralyzed by the door, hearing a conversation you were not supposed to be hearing, and now you don't even know how to act when you get out.

-Yeah, whatever, I think you're insane.

Matt leaves a few seconds later, and you wrap a towel around your body, turning off the shower faucet and trying to wipe your tears away.

You take deep breaths in front of the mirror, but it's useless. Your eyes are already red and puffy, and you can't stop crying. Your chest is aching, and it feels like your world just fell apart.

You never loved anyone like you love Chris, he was the one you thought would be forever yours, the one you wanted to marry, to have kids with, to spend the rest of your life with. And now it feels like it's all gone, all your dreams, all the plans you had, everything in your life included him and now you're feeling empty.

You slowly slip on your pajamas, splashing some water on your face and sighning before opening the door to Chris's room. His head lifts, and his beautiful blue eyes immediately find yours, his face falling when he notices your state.

-Hey, baby, what happened? -He asks, tapping the space next to him.

You sit down on his bed, crossing your legs and looking down at the space in between them, tears dripping down his sheets.

-Did you ever love me? -You ask, voice low and shaky, full of sadness.

In his heart, he knew something was up, and he couldn't help but feel guilty by the way it was affecting you. Yes, he was somehow using you, but he still had feelings for you, he cared about you, he just didn't want anything serious and was too irresponsible and immature to realize it'd hurt you that much.

-What are you talking about? Of course I love you.

Even though he seemed honest, you knew it wasn't the truth. He pulled you onto his chest, rubbing your arm gently to calm you down.

-I mean romantically. -You explain, and it was the hardest thing you ever said.

The silence, even though it didn't last long, was enough for you to understand that he needed to think if he loved you to answer it. It wasn't an automatic answer, it wasn't the first thing that came into his mind.

-Why are you asking me this? -He gives you another question in response.

It breaks your heart. He couldn't even answer.

The silence sits again, but this time, you are the one thinking. There was no reason to prolong this, to lie to yourself after you heard the words from his mouth.

-I heard you and Matt. -You whisper, lifting your head to see him, moving away from his embrace.

His eyes widen in shock and his heart beats so fast against his chest. He knew right there and then that he was losing you and the realization makes him regret every single word that left his lips.

-Baby, it's not like that, I just-

He tried to explain, desperate to keep you by his side, to make you stay and try to be a different man, the one you deserved, but it was too late.

-I think we should break up.

You never felt so sad in your entire life. The look on his face, his eyes tearing up, his lips parted in shock, the way he couldn't even process what he had just heard, and you couldn't even process what you had just said. It was the right thing to do, both of you knew that, but that broke both your hearts.

Chris was great, he was such a sweet boy and never did anything to make you mad or sad. You knew, deep down, that he just wasn't prepared to have someone with him, he didn't mean to hurt you, you weren't even supposed to know.

And Chris knew you were way too good for him. You deserved someone who truly loved you deeply and was ready to commit and give you what you so badly wanted. He wasn't the one for you. But you were the only one he ever thought of giving a chance. He might not love you romantically, but one day he got so close to that feeling that he asked you to be his and his only.

-I... You... I don't want to... -He was struggling with his words, he never thought you'd say that.

Even though he was the one telling Matt all those bad things, he was only trying to hide his fear and the way he was so terrified of the idea of losing you, and because he expressed himself so poorly to his brother he was doing exactly that. He does love you, in his way.

-I know you don't. I don't want to either. -You give him a sad smile, your hands shaking as you raise them to wipe your tears.

-So why? -He whispers, his voice cracking.

-You know why.

You never saw him like that, not even moving, so scared to say anything else, tears falling non stop and no effort to wipe them.

-I don't want to lose you. -He manages to say, his voice hoarse with all the pain he was feeling.

-You won't, I just won't be yours anymore.

Your words hit him like a shot, how could he be so stupid? Why couldn't he be just like anyone else? Why can't he feel love like everyone? Why can't he commit to something that was making him feel good? Why can't he love you?

-I'm so so sorry. -He lays his head on your thigh, hugging your legs and burying his face on your skin, not wanting to let you go.

He was so vulnerable, so emotional, and even though you should just stand up and leave to prevent things from getting worse, you move your hand to his strands, carefully caressing his hair.

-I'm sorry, so sorry, please. -He keeps begging, but you have nothing to forgive him for.

-It's okay, I promise.

-It's not, I'm a fucking idiot, I'm so sorry, I don't want to live without you.

You sigh shakily, looking away from him, trying to focus on anything else.

-I'm so scared to be without you. -He whispers, slowly sitting upright and cupping your cheeks, eyes flickering between yours.

-Please, tell me you're at least going to be my friend, I can't be without you, please tell me you don't hate me. I can't live knowing you hate me, please.

He rests his forehead on yours, keeping his grip on your face.

-I don't hate you, I could never hate you, Chris. You know I love you so much, I'll still be here for you, just not as your girlfriend anymore. -Your voice is soft and it gives him the assurance he needs.

He nods, pulling away slightly, keeping your faces close.

-I'm so sorry. Can I hug you? Please?

You smile at him, nodding and wrapping your arms around him. He hugs you tight, pressing a few timid kisses on your shoulder.

-I do love you. -He whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder.

-I know.

You sniff, closing your eyes.

-I don't know what's wrong with me.

You feel his tears wetting your shirt, but you don't care, you're doing the same with his.

-You're just scared, everyone's scared of something, you'll learn how to love someone romantically someday, it's okay, it's just not the right time.

-I'm sorry.

-Don't be.

-If one day I finally get over my fear, would you want to try again? -He pulls away, looking at you intently.

You can't help but smile.

-Of course.

He sighs in relief, looking down at his legs and nodding.

-Well, I hope you don't find anyone else. I know that's selfish, but fuck it, I just hope someday I can make things right, you're the only one I'll ever want.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle, shaking your head at how immature he was, but deep down liking it. It was nice to know that he feels this way, even though it's not the healthiest. He finally smiles at you, standing up and walking you to the front door. It was time.

-Can I text you? Tomorrow or, I don't know, just... sometime? -He asks, moving his hand to the back of his head shyly.

-Yes, Chris. -You giggle a bit. -I'll see you around, okay?

He nods, pulling you into a quick hug.

-I'll wait. -He says, letting you go.

You get into your car, giving him a quick look before driving away.

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i want to be fucked by chris sturniolo

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marlenafortuna · 11 months ago

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Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary; Once again you find yourself in an argument with your boyfriend matt, due to his often absence. but this time you decide to tell him how you truly feel.

Warnings; swearing,angst,fluff,use of pet names and y/n. maybe slightly suggestive. I thinkkkk that’s all :)))

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Matt and I have known eachother for pretty much our whole lives. I’ve been best friends with him for as long as I can remember, and we have been in a relationship for almost 2 years now.

It’s the weekend, and me and Matt are finally spending some quality time together. I say finally because it has become a very rare occurrence. It wasn’t so bad when we first started dating, but the more popularity he and his brothers gained, the less time I got to spend with him. And truthfully it had been taking a toll on me, and our relationship as a whole.

We are currently laid on his bed, Matt is on his back, slightly propped against the headboard , whilst I’m curled into him,laying on my side,one leg spawled over both of his, and my head laying on his chest. His arm wrapped around my back pulling me in,impossibly close. We agreed on having a lazy day today, which I suggested. Because our time together had been so limited lately , I really just wanted to be alone-alone with him. Taking him in as much as I could.

I’m so at peace right now, my head gently rising and falling along with his chest whilst he takes gentle breathes. The soft sound of his heartbeat. I slowly start to drift off. Matt must have noticed my grip around him loosening slightly , as I feel his hand trail up my back and in my hair, laying gentle strokes. I glance up to see a soft grin on his face,

“Sleepy baby?” He coos. Now taking a piece of my hair and twirling it, the sound of his rings lightly clinking together.

“Yeaa” I smile sleepily, laying my head back down on his chest. “I just feel so content right now, we haven’t spent a lot of time together recently… ya know?”

Matt let’s out a soft sigh “I know sweetheart,I know” he says, hand still entwined in my hair, laying a kiss on the top of my head. “But we have all weekend together, just you and me okay?” A couple of beats of silence falls between us ,before Matt gently starts shifting further up the headboard. I sit up with him,propping myself up with my arm next to him.

“Okay?” Matt repeats, his hand reaching out and holding my jaw, thumb grazing my cheek. I melt into his hand.

“Okay.” I smile lightly. He pulls me towards him, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, and another on my lips. He slowly moved down to my neck,littering kisses all over it. My eyes flutter shut, taking in the feeling as I cup my hand around the back of his neck.

But my eyes are quick to open, when there’s loud pounding on Matts door, making us jump apart slightly. I turn to look at the door,

“Matt! get your ass out here, we needa film this podcast ep” I hear Chris shout through the door, his footsteps fading back down the hallway.

My head snaps back towards Matt. He is fully sat up, eyes widened.

“Fuck” he mumbles.

“Tell me you’re joking” i huff, sitting up.

A familiar pit forms quickly in my stomach. This isn’t the first time that our time together has been cut short.And i know it definitely will not be the last.

“I completely forgot we haven’t filmed for the pod- I’m so sorry, fuck!”

I take a deep disappointed breath..

All of the times that his work has come before me start raiding my mind, and my disappointment and upset quickly turn into anger.

“Matt,sorry won’t cut it forever. How many times has this happened? How many?”

my voice slightly raising. I see Matt get slightly taken aback by my tone.

He lets out a breath “I know okay, but you know our posting schedule-“

I cut him off

“Well clearly you don’t! What happened to “we have all weekend together just you and me” Huh?…Matt we hardly spend any time together anymore”

Matt shifts his legs to the floor, now sitting on the edge of the bed, and runs a hand through his hair with a huff.

A small silence lingers whilst I wait for his response.

“I said I’m sorry!-” He starts, his building frustration clear in his tone.

“-And I know okay, we have this same exact conversation every time I have to film!- but it’s my fucking job y/n!” he strains.

My anger builds, once again hearing the same excuse I’m given every time. By now I would usually just give up and storm away to sulk. But this time I decide to let my feelings out properly. I’m tired of this. The same back and forth rut we’ve been stuck in. The familiar feeling of being pushed to the side.

“Matt, I can’t remember the last time we even spent a full day together, just us!” My voice risen.

“When you’re not filming, you’re with your brothers talking about what to film! When we’re apart you don’t call, and your texts are dismissive. I feel like I’m putting in all the effort here and I-“

“MATT BRO!”

I’m cut off by Chris banging on the door once again.

I let out a defeated sigh, and bury my face in my hands.

I feel the bed shift, I glance up to see Matt now stood infront of me, a frustrated expression plastered on his face.

“Look, I have to go and film this episode. I’ll only be gone for about an hour. I’ll come straight back and we can figure this out then okay.” He states,emotionless.

Once again I’m brushed aside. “whatever Matt” I speak barely above a whisper, but my attitude still prominent.

Matt let’s out a huff and runs his hand through his hair. I let my gaze fall to my lap, as I hear him turn and leave the room. The slight slam of his bedroom door making me squeeze my eyes shut.

I sigh, laying myself down and staring at the ceiling. A familiar lump starts to form in my throat, tears of frustration and upset now starting to pool in my eyes.

Our interaction starts to replay in my head,

I really want to work through this with him, I love him a lot, and all I wanted him to do was hear me out. And he left. As usual.

I decide to try and take a nap to fill the void of Matts absence.

After tossing and turning for what feels like an eternity, I pull out my phone. After a while of mindlessly scrolling , I pull myself off the bed and take myself to the kitchen to grab a soda. On my way to the fridge ,my ears prick at he sound of mumbled echos coming from the stairs. I stop in my tracks. I can’t help myself, as I tiptoe over to the bottom of the stairs. I turn my head to try and hear the boys. A small silence falls, and I shake my head at myself. Eavesdropping? Really? I turn around to start making my way back to the kitchen, until the mention of my name snaps my body back round to its previous position. Eavesdropping it is.

My heart rate quickens as I hear Matts faint voice. “It’s too much, it’s fucking ridiculous bro”

The distance between us making it hard make out the conversation, picking up mumbled statements from Matt-

“I need a break”

“I can’t deal with it anymore”

“I’m done”

My breath hitches. Tears finding their way back to my eyes as my heart drops. He’s leaving me? I’ve stuck by his side through all of this. After everything we’ve been through he’s…leaving me???

I’m snapped out of my daze

“y/n?” I hear Matt softly call from the top of the stairs, traces of worry evident in his voice.

My eyes flit up to meet Matts gaze. Tears now streaming down my face.

Matts eyes widen slightly , “shit” he says under his breath.

I quickly turn around and head to the stairs down to the front door. I can’t see his face right now, I need to get out.

I hear Matts quick and heavy footsteps down the stairs, following behind me.

“Y/N!”

I don’t stop, I reach the front door and swing it open, running out into the rain.

“Y/N, wait, please!!!”

It doesn’t take long before Matt catches up to me ,grabbing my wrist firmly, stopping me in my tracks.

I keep my gaze on the street ahead.

“Stop okay! talk to me, tell me what’s going on!?” he pleads breathlessly. His voice laced with panic. Silence falls between us, only the sounds of the rain hitting the ground around us.

Matt loosens his grip on my wrist.

“hey,look at me” his tone now soft. Taking his free, ring clad hand to my chin, gently guiding my gaze to meet his. I stiffen at his touch, but I let my eyes examine his features. His now wet hair slightly falling over his eyes that are frantically searching my face for answers.

I pull away from his grip slowly, taking a step backwards.

“W-we’re…over…” i utter, tears still streaming down my cheeks, the rainfall disguising them.

I watch as Matts face falls. Eyebrows knitting together slightly.

“what?” he replies, voice barely audible. Chest starting to rise and fall faster.

“I-“ I start , before burying my face in my hands in an attempt to calm myself down. I take a few hitched breaths before slowly lifting my head to see Matts fingers once again raking through his sopping hair. I take a moment to examine his features, his eyes are glossy, like he’s close to crying. I feel the pain in my heart deepen seeing his desperate,pleading expression. But swiftly remember why it’s plastered there in the first place.

Taking another deep breath I tried again “I-I heard you upstairs talking to nick and chris”

Matts eyebrows furrow deeper , a puzzled expression now evident, but this quickly turns into an eyes widened look of realisation as things piece together in his mind.

“y/n-“ he tried before I cut him off.

“You said you were done with me. That I’m too much. That I’m fucking ridiculous!” I recite his earlier statements back to him through soft sobs.

“I’m sorry I was harsh earlier,but I’m trying here Matt! I wanted to work through this but you’re obviously done with m-“

“y/n no baby no! listen,okay!” Matt pleads as he takes a step closer to me cupping my face with both hands.

“you mean everything to me. I listened to what you said earlier, and you’re not wrong. I haven’t been a good boyfriend recently to say the least and I’m sorry for that-“

He pauses , grazing his thumb across my cheek.

“Our filming schedule has been way too intense, it’s been consuming me, I know. what you heard was me convincing Nick and Chris that it is fucking ridiculous , that it’s too much and that I’m done with it-“ he rambles, now reciting his own words back to me again. In a completely different context.

My jaw drops slightly as I listen. Matts hands now finding their way to my hips.

“turns out Nick and Chris feel the same…we agreed on completely stopping the podcast, aswel as cutting back on Wednesday videos. y/n, sweetheart, YOU are my priority,I’ve let this come between us for way too long. No more…”

An unexplainable wave of relief washes over me as I take in his words. How could I have gotten it so twisted?

“M-matt I’m so sorry I thou-“ I cut myself off, bringing a hand up to hold my face.

“hey it’s okay,don’t be sorry” Matt assures, his voice light and comforting, as he peels my hand from my face.

“I can see how you would take it the way you did, but trust me when I say I would never do that. I won’t let you go , I love you too much” he says with a small smile on his lips, pulling me closer, our bodies now flush.

I wrap my arms around his neck, still slightly processing what just happened.

“I love you too” I whisper , a smile of my own now forming. Matt leans down, placing a soft ,long kiss on my lips. I turn my head slightly to deepen it, standing on my tippy toes.

The rain still crashing down on us as the kiss became even more intense and passionate. It felt like we were in a movie scene.

I feel Matts hands snake further around my waist, lifting me off of the ground. I break the kiss with a squeal as he spins us around , my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He lets out a soft chuckle

“Come on baby,let’s get out of the rain hm?”

I nod with a soft smile, as he sets off back to the house, still carrying me. I let my head fall into the crook of his neck.

“How does a bath and movie night sound sweetheart? I’m all yours” he offers as he squeezes me close.

“it sounds perfect”

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A/N - ahhh okay guys that was my first time ever writing something and I’m not sure how I feel🫣 lmk what you think! If you have any requests/Qs my anon ask is on ✨

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marlenafortuna · 11 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: When things between Matt and Y/N start to heat up for the first time, insecurities about her own stomach and stretch marks make it difficult for Y/N to move forward.

WARNING: Body issues, self-hate, insecurities, smut (‼️), oral (fem receiving), fingering, mention of loss of virginity.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting a warm, intimate ambiance around Matt's bedroom. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the faint hint of fabric softener from the freshly laundered sheets, creating a comforting atmosphere. The soft hum of the air conditioning provided a gentle background noise, a steady, comforting presence that filled the silence.

In the center of it all, Y/N and Matt stood close together, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Matt's hands were firm yet tender on Y/N's waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N's hands were restless, exploring the familiar terrain of Matt's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. The intensity of their kiss deepened, a fiery, unrestrained passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. The heat between them was palpable, an electric charge that crackled in the air, urging them closer, pushing the boundaries of their self-control.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Matt's voice was a low, teasing rumble, his breath hot against her ear. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a cheeky grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

He knew exactly what she was doing, the way her hands were starting to roam over his body, exploring with a mix of curiosity and desire. His eyes were dark with arousal, the playful glint in them making her heart race even faster.

"Nothing." Y/N replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Her hands stilled, suddenly self-conscious, but the spark of desire in Matt's gaze was intoxicating. She felt a wave of heat flush through her, her body responding to his closeness, to the way he was looking at her, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Matt's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"Are you sure about that?" He murmured against her skin, his hands tightening their grip on her waist, pulling her even closer. His touch was both reassuring and electrifying, a combination that made her feel safe and utterly alive.

Y/N bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a rush of conflicting emotions, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"I think I’m ready for, like, it, I just-" She started softly, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself. The admission hung in the air between them, a fragile, delicate truth that made her stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and fear.

Matt's expression softened, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something deeper, more serious.

"What's going on, babe?" He asked, his voice gentle and concerned. He could sense the shift in her mood, the way her hands trembled slightly against his chest. "Hey, talk to me."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, her mind racing with insecurities. She had always been self-conscious about her body, the stretch marks that marred her skin, the way her stomach always felt bloated. She had never been intimate with anyone before, and the thought of baring herself completely to Matt was both thrilling and terrifying. The tears came unbidden, a rush of emotion that she couldn't hold back.

"I... I just..." She began, her voice breaking. She felt pathetic, standing there with tears glowing inside her eyes, ruining what should have been a perfect moment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Matt panicked, his hands flying from her waist to her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled from her eyes. "You don't have to be ready now, sweetheart. If you're not, you're not. I'm not gonna be mad at you for that. Or for anything at all... Just, please, talk to me."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat momentarily, swallowing hard as she felt Matt's eyes search hers.

"I'm not... I'm not skinny."

Her low and soft words came as a shock to Matt, who seemed to lose whatever words of comfort his mind was forming, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly for a few seconds.

"Why... Why would you say that, lovie?"

Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but Matt's touch was grounding, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions.

"I have all these stretch marks, and my stomach is very bloated all the time, and I just... I'm scared you won't like what you see." She took a deep breath, finally looking into Matt's eyes. "I'm not blind, Matt. I see all those girls that you and your brothers are friends with and surround yourself with when you go out with other famous people. I have self-awareness, you know?"

Matt stared at her for long seconds, as if trying to figure out whether she was telling the truth or not, despite knowing deep down that it wasn't a joke.

"Sweetheart, you think that matters to me at all?" He shook his head, frowning deeply. "I'm never looking at them like that, I don't even care about their bodies or how they look. You're the one who matters to me-"

"Matt, my stomach is the worst thing about me. I’m this weird, gross, awkward dirty with all those marks that no one likes, always with this fucking bloated stomach." She sniffled, her hands leaving Matt's body and going to her own, closing into fists against her own stomach, pressing the sagging skin over her clothes.

"Baby, that's not-"

"And when you see it all, you're going to think I’m a gross disgusting monster and you’re going to go find some other girl with a more defined body size and with zero marks to love and fuck." She couldn't stop her word vomiting, her hands closing around itself more and more, pain radiating from her knuckles, but she ignored it.

"Sweetheart, I would never-"

"Matt, I try so hard to hide it all with all of these clothes and modeling girdle. I try so hard to pretend that I don't have any of these shit, and now you're going to see it, and you’re going to hate me so much."

She paused momentarily, sniffling while lowering her eyes to her lap.

"I just... I don't want you to be disappointed. I can't bear it." She finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

After Y/N stopped talking, Matt remained silent for a few seconds, waiting to make sure she had finished spilling what she needed to.

When she didn't start talking again, Matt didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned in and captured her lips in a tender, reassuring kiss, his hand holding her chin softly. He poured all his love and understanding into the gesture, holding her close and letting the moment stretch out, giving her time to feel his affection.

Slowly, he began to trail kisses across her cheek, down her jawline, and along her neck. Y/N's breath hitched, but she let him continue, a mix of fear and longing coursing through her.

Matt's wet kisses reached her clavicle, his hands gently meeting the hem of her shirt. He tugged it up slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him if she wanted to.

She didn't. Instead, she felt a surge of trust and desire, her insecurities momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his touch.

As he removed her shirt and laid her down on the bed, he kept his own chest close, shielding her body from his view to ease her anxiety.

He took off her cotton shorts with the same slow, deliberate care, his lips trailing lower down her body, never rushing, never pushing her too far.

When he reached the edge of her bra, his lips kissed gently between her boobs, his touch filled with reverence. His pace remained steady, unhurried, as he kissed just below her bra, feeling her breath quicken.

Sensing her nearing the edge of tears again with his proximity to her middle region, Matt's hand found hers across the white sheets, squeezing gently to offer reassurance. He kissed down her torso, pausing just above her belly button before kissing directly below it and across both sides of her stomach.

His own desires and intrusive thoughts surged, and he couldn't help but kiss the soft flesh of her stomach just above her leg, then moving to her hips, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin near her stretch marks, a small groan scaping his throat with her natural scent and taste numbing him.

Y/N's loud gasp made him stop abruptly. He sat back on the bed quickly, his eyes wide with alarm as he started to apologize nonstop.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" He started desperately. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- you're just so-"

But his eyes met her stomach, and his breath caught, completely in awe of her beauty. He couldn't help but take in the sight of her body, the stretch marks she was so self-conscious about, the soft flesh of her stomach she seemed to hate so much, and he felt a surge of love and protectiveness. His tongue scaped between his lips, wetting them as he felt a warm feeling going directly down to his lower region, his sweatpants feeling too small all of a sudden.

When Y/N sniffled again, his attention went automatically back to her face, his eyes still wide combined with his blown pupils. He was about to start apologizing again when she spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

"You're... You're looking at me like you still love me. Even after seeing all of this."

Matt's heart ached with tenderness. He moved closer, his hand still holding hers, and looked deep into her eyes.

"Sweetheart, I don't just still love you; I love you even more. Every part of you. These stretch marks, your body, everything. They're all parts of you, and I love you just as you are."

Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time, they were tears of relief and overwhelming emotion. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him down and into a profound kiss, pouring all her gratitude, love, and desire into it. Matt held her close, his hands gentle on her skin, squeezing her soft skin in just the right amount.

"You promise?" She whimpered against his lips, her tears dropping into their mouths and mixing with their saliva.

"Dove, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out. Those stretch marks? They're just a part of you, a part of the person I love. And your stomach? It's perfect just the way it is. I wouldn't ever lie about that. I wouldn't ever lie about you."

"I just want to be perfect for you." She confessed, her voice trembling. Matt pulled away just a few centimeters, caressing her lips with his own, his hot breath hitting her face.

"You are perfect for me. So fucking perfect." He whispered, his voice filled with a fierce sincerity. "Every part of you. I love you, Y/N. All of you. Please don't ever doubt that."

"I love you too, Matt." She whispered back, her voice steadying. "Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Always." He muttered back before closing the small distance between their mouths again.

His hands roamed over her body with a reverence that made her heart swell. His touch was gentle but insistent, like he was mapping out every inch of her, committing her to memory. She could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of her bra, and it sent shivers down her spine. He took his time, exploring her with a tenderness that made her feel cherished and adored.

When he finally reached the clasp of her bra, he paused, his eyes seeking hers for permission. Y/N nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation. Matt unhooked the clasp with practiced ease, and as the garment fell away, he let out a low, appreciative hum.

"Fuck, you're so pretty." He murmured, his voice thick with awe. He cupped her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that made her gasp. "So fucking pretty."

His fingertips started tracing the silvery lines that adorned her boobs skin. Each touch was light, almost ethereal, as if he were trying to memorize the pattern of her stretch marks.

Matt lowered his head, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the sensitive skin of her chest. Each touch of his lips was a declaration of his love, his devotion, and it made Y/N feel more desired than she ever had before. His tongue flicked out to tease her nipple, and she arched into him, a moan escaping her lips.

"Please." Matt whispered, his voice trembling with need. "Please let me worship you. Let me feel you."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sincerity and desperation in his voice overwhelming her. She nodded, moaning her approval, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Matt didn't need any further encouragement. He kissed his way down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

His fingers continued their journey, outlining each mark from her waist to her hips and ass with a deliberate slowness, his lips moving lower, kissing her stomach with an intensity that made her heart race.

He took his time, the warmth of his breath, and the softness of his lips against her skin sent shivers through her body, making her writhe below him.

When he reached the waistband of her panties, he paused again, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her.

"Can I?" He asked, his voice barely more than a breath.

"Yes." Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Matt."

With a groan of pure need, Matt hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. He took his time, savoring the sight of her bare skin, the way her body responded to his touch. When he finally had her completely undressed, he paused, his eyes raking over her with a mixture of awe and hunger.

"God, you're so beautiful, sweetheart." He said, his voice filled with reverence. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, right above her longer marks, his breath hot against her skin. "Fuck, I won't ever be able to get enough of you."

Y/N's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his breath against her most sensitive area, and it made her ache with need. Matt kissed his way up her thigh, his lips brushing over her skin in a way that made her whimper.

"Please." He whispered, his voice filled with longing. "Please, can I taste you?"

Y/N's heart swelled with love and desire.

"Yes, please, Matt. I... I need it so bad." She whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him closer. Matt let out a low, appreciative moan, his breath hot against her skin. He pressed a soft kiss to her most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking out to finally taste her.

"Shit, you taste so good." He murmured, his voice filled with awe. He licked her clit slowly at first before finally sucking it, his tongue exploring her with a need that matched her own. Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching into him as he worshipped her with his mouth.

Matt's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers squeezing hard her soft flesh, holding her steady as he devoured her. His tongue flicked and teased, his lips sucking and kissing her bud in a way that drove her wild. She could feel the tension building in her core, the pleasure mounting with each touch of his mouth.

"Please, Matt." She whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."

Seeing her reactions only egged him on more, and he, without warning, slowly inserted a long, slender finger into her needy hole. Y/N gasped loudly at the intrusion, shifting her hips slightly in an attempt to move away from the new and slightly uncomfortable feeling.

Matt let out a low, needy moan with her movements, his tongue delving deeper, his free fingers digging into her thighs to maintain her in place.

"I need you too, sweetheart." He murmured against her pussy, his voice filled with desperation. "I need you so fucking much."

Y/N let out a particularly filthy moan when he curled his finger upward, hitting a spot that just felt so fucking good, a new sense of pleasure invading her whole body.

One of his hands - the one that was gripping her right thigh - moved up her body, fingertips gently stroking her waist before running over her stomach. He made a point to feel every single inch of the skin there, his fingers squeezing all the flesh he could in a very gentle way.

Y/N allowed him to continue, feeling self-conscious but desperately not wanting him to stop what he was doing with her.

His tongue, lips, and finger worked in perfect harmony to bring her to the brink. Y/N's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built and built. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the tension in her core about to snap, her hands desperately gripping his hair and the sheets, receiving a long groan from Matt.

"Matt." She gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close. Fuck-"

"Let go for me, dove." Matt whispered against her core, his voice filled with love and need. "I want to see you cum. I want to feel you cum in my tongue, yeah? Please."

With a cry of pure ecstasy, Y/N's body tensed, the pleasure washing over her in waves. Matt held her steady, his mouth never leaving her clit and his finger never stopping to pump in and out of her as he guided her through her orgasm. She could feel his tongue and lips moving against her in a very deep kiss, his hands holding her close as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally came down from her high, he pulled back, his eyes were dark with need, his chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. His lips kissed his way back up her body, his touch gentle and reverent.

He gathered her in his arms, holding her close as they lay together in the afterglow. Y/N's heart swelled with love, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax.

"Baby... What about you?" She asked softly, her eyes drifting down to where he was clearly rock hard, his arousal evident.

Matt shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Today was about you." He said gently. "I'm okay, sweetheart. I wanted to make sure you knew how much I love you. How perfect you are to me."

Y/N’s heart swelled with love and gratitude. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him down for a tender kiss.

"Thank you." She whispered against his lips. "For everything. I love you so much."

"I love you too, more than anything," Matt replied, his voice filled with passion. He kissed her again, pouring all his love and adoration into the gesture. "My pretty girl."

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