heeeello anon!! thanks for the request! enjoy ;)

𝑰𝑻 was around six in the morning. the sun wasn’t apparent through the thick, black out curtains that adorned matt’s room, but the early cry of the birds made it obvious what the time was. matt groaned as he started to stir, snuggling his face father into the crook of your neck from behind. you (feeling the slight tickle of his hair) let out a sleepy noise, accidentally pushing back against him. and of course, matt squeaked out a whimper, his already sensitive morning wood throbbing. “babyyyy,” he whispered, trying to rouse you from sleep. you yawned, eyes finally opening and adjusting to the light. matt pushed up a bit against you, hoping you could feel him since he was too embarrassed to speak it out loud. you shift, blindly moving your hand behind you to his crotch. he sighed, head falling back against your shoulder.

his breath hitched as your fingers brushed against him through his boxers, a soft whine escaping his throat. he was already straining against the fabric, needy and aching from sleep. "fuck, baby..." he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with morning want. he gently guided your hand to wrap around his length, pressing his hips forward into your palm.

he let out a soft noise between a whimper and a whine, his fingers threading through yours to keep your hand in place. "please, baby... just a little..." he whispered, his hips moving again, dry humping your hand through his boxers. you groan, feigning annoyance but turn to face him anyways.

his eyes widened slightly, hope flickering in them as he rolled onto his back, still pressed close. his boxers were tented obscenely, the thin fabric barely containing him. "sorry," he breathed, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. he was already reaching for the waistband, pulling it down just enough to free himself.

his dick bobbed up, hard and already leaking precome. he bit his lip, looking up at you with those big, hopeful eyes. "can you...?" he trailed off, gesturing weakly with his hand. he didn't even need to finish the sentence. you knew what he wanted. you giggled a little at him, finding his flustered nature adorable. you think for a few seconds, before deciding to give him a little treat, moving to straddle him.

a soft gasp slipped from his lips as you positioned yourself above him, his hands immediately finding your hips. "baby, you don't have to—" he started, but his protest died in his throat as you lowered yourself, your hand wrapping around his shaft. the tip pressed against your entrance, and his back arched slightly, eyes squeezing shut. "f-fuck."

you sank down slowly, his girth stretching you perfectly as his head fell back against the pillow. "oh my god," he whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. he was already trembling, close to losing it. "you’re so fucking tight, baby... i’m not gonna last..." his hips lifted off the bed, fucking up into you shallowly. "please don't stop..."

he watched with hooded eyes as you started to move, his hands sliding up your sides to palm your tits through your shirt. "mmph, yeaaaah... just like that..." he thrust up to meet you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. his jaw dropped, head falling back into the pillows as you began to bounce on him. "holy shit," he choked out, his grip on your hips tightening. his thumb came up to rub frantic circles over your clit, desperate to make you feel good while he chased his own high. "so fucking pretty... taking it so well."

his words made you wetter, your walls clenching around him as you picked up the pace. he cried out, his whole body tensing. "baby, i'm close—i'm so close—" his hips jackknifed off the bed, fucking up into you hard and shallow. "can i—can i please cum? please let me cum, baby..." you moan out, “fuuuck, matt, what have i told you about cumming inside?” you tried to scold, but you couldn’t hold a tone.

he let out a desperate, whine-like moan at your scolding, his hips stuttering against yours. "i know, i know. but you feel so fucking good," he whined, voice cracking with need. his hips bucked up uncontrollably, chasing his release despite your warning. "please... just this once? i'll be good, i promise,” he babbled. once he started pistoning his hips up, your mind pretty much went blank. “matt, just- just this once, okay? i will- i’m- ah, fuck,”

he didn't need to be told twice. "thank you, thank you, baby,” he practically sobbed, his grip on your hips becoming bruising as he slammed up into you. he was fucking you relentless now, chasing his high with desperate abandon. "i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fill you up, fuck,” you felt him thicken inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic. he cried out, head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut as he came with a strangled groan. you felt the hot rush of him spilling inside you, and your own climax crashed over you hard. "matt—!" you cried out, your walls clamping down around his twitching cock.

he collapsed back against the bed, completely spent, his body twitching with aftershocks as he tried to catch his breath. "holy fuck..." he cursed for the umpteenth time, his hands sliding up to your waist as he looked up at you with a dazed, satisfied smile. "Sorry," he breathed, but he wasn't really sorry at all. "i couldn't help it... you felt so good riding me like that." his thumb found your clit again, rubbing lazy circles as his cock started to soften inside you. "your turn now," he murmured, a new determination in his eyes despite just coming. "let me return the favor, yeah?"

he carefully shifted you off him, his cum leaking out of you. he ignored your protest and positioned himself between your legs, spreading them wide open. he looked at your pussy like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen - all wet and swollen and messy from him coming inside you. "baby," he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before swirling his tongue along your slick folds. he groaned at the taste of himself mixed with your sweetness. "you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your wetness, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. his fingers spread you open, exposing your swollen clit to his hungry mouth.

you took in a sharp inhale, hips twitching up briefly. he hummed against your clit, feeling your hips jerk upward. his tongue flicked over your nub teasingly before sucking it into his warm mouth. "that’s it, baby... just relax for me," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, swirling his tongue in slow, deliberate circles. his fingers pressed inside your slick entrance, curling against that spot that made your toes curl.

his slender fingers started moving in rhythm with his tongue, fucking in and out of your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit. your hips rolled against his face, fucking back against his fingers. he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "so close already?" he teased, pulling back just long enough to glance up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "yeah? you gonna come on my face, baby? show me how good you feel?" he didn't wait for an answer, diving back in hungrily, his tongue working your clit while he added a third finger, stretching you perfectly.

your back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips as he hit that spot inside you. "fuck, matt—" you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair desperately. he hummed against your clit, feeling your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm built. he swirled his tongue faster, determined to push you over the edge right onto his face. with a final, desperate flick of his tongue against your clit, he felt your pussy clamp down hard on his fingers, your wetness flooding his mouth. "theeeere it is,”

you rubbed your eyes a bit, already sleepier after this. he chuckled softly, watching you rub your sleepy eyes as the post-orgasm haze settled over you. gently taking your hand from your face, he pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles. "come here, sleepy girl," he murmured, pulling you against his chest as he settled back against the pillows. his hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip, already drifting off himself.

Loving someone isn't easy but it also shouldn't be hard. Which clearly wasn't the case with you and Chris. You guys had dated for three years and these three years you've both seen the best and worst of each other, yet you decided to stay, until you didn't. Loving him felt so good it made you sick to your stomach. Every text, every compliment, every night you spent together talking for hours, all of it felt so good, until it didn't. Until one day you realized maybe you were wrong, maybe everything was a lie but it couldn't possibly have been. Right? How you would overthink the whole day when he would leave you on delivered, or how he grew distant or the fact how he was always busy for you, but that didn't change anything, you still loved him and he loved you, right? You try and talk to him about it. He responds a day later, saying "sorry I fell asleep last night" but it was like that the next day, the next and the one after that. You finally see him, he feels off. The way he doesn't hug you for longer, the way he doesn't guide you around his kitchen with his hand on the small of your back, or maybe even the way he looks at you. He doesn't have your favourite show on. He probably just forgot you tell yourself. But you know all of this ended months ago and you're still sitting here, trying to talk yourself out of it. When you love someone so dearly you tend to stick around even when things get rough. That's what he promised you too. But he's a liar, he didn't stick around, he didn't stay, he didn't wait, he simply accepted the fact that you guys were leaving each other's lives. You watched it all go down the drain. was any of it real? You ask yourself, yet you can't answer cause the one who could've is gone.

An: I have recently gone through a breakup and thought this might help! Also I can't tell if this is cheesy or not. english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes. Ps. I know this is short but this is all I could come up with.