#blarg fics

f!reader, soft moments, boyfriend Matt, admiring him while he sleeps, playful teasing, request🦋

The bedroom was cozy, albeit a little dim, with the dark curtains Matt had insisted on to block out the sunrise. It was practical, sure, but as you lay there one morning, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest, you found yourself wishing for a change. Matt was sprawled on his back, his arm slung over his forehead, his toned body bare except for the blanket that barely covered his waist. The golden light from the hallway lamp caught the angles of his chest and shoulders, making them look almost sculpted. You sighed softly, unable to stop yourself from admiring him. “You’re staring again,” Matt murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep, though his eyes remained closed. You jolted slightly, caught in the act. “I am not!” He cracked one eye open, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, you are. What’s on your mind?” You bit your lip, debating whether to bring it up. It wasn’t like you wanted to admit that you’d been fantasizing about how good he’d look in morning sunlight.

“I was just thinking…” Matt shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. “Uh-oh. I know that tone. What are you thinking?” “Well,” you began hesitantly, “have you ever thought about… renovating our bedroom?” His brows furrowed. “Renovating? Like, knocking down walls? Or just redecorating?” “Redecorating,” you clarified quickly, sitting up against the headboard. “I mean, the blackout curtains are great for sleeping in, but… wouldn’t it be nice to let in more light sometimes?” Matt rubbed the back of his neck, his expression thoughtful. “You want morning sunlight?” “Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual. “It’d make the room feel brighter, and—” “And?” he prompted, his grin turning sly as he leaned closer. “What’s the real reason?” Your face burned, and you looked away. “I just think it’d be nice, okay?” Matt chuckled, reaching out to gently tug you back to face him. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Come on, spill it.”

You sighed, giving in. “Fine. I might have a thing for how you look in the light. Happy now?” His grin widened, a mix of amusement and pride. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?” “Don’t let it go to your head,” you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. Matt reached out to pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “If you want more sunlight, we’ll make it happen. New curtains, a fresh coat of paint—whatever you want, babe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d let me pick everything?” “Everything,” he said without hesitation. “Even if it’s something like… I don’t know, pastel pink walls or floral bedspreads.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, I’m not that bad.” “But if you were,” he teased, brushing his lips against your ear, “I’d still go with it. Because it makes you happy, and because I’m such a great boyfriend.” You leaned back slightly to look at him, your smile softening.

f!reader, comfort fic, itty bitty tittie committee, supportive boyfriend, self-love, soft smut, request🦋

It had been one of those days—the kind where your insecurities crept in, uninvited and relentless. You hadn’t meant to let it get to you, but after spending the afternoon surrounded by people who seemed to radiate confidence, the weight of comparison settled heavily on your chest. You didn’t even realize you’d been frowning at your reflection until Matt’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the doorframe. “You okay?” You startled slightly, turning to see him watching you with concern. His messy hair and that familiar, easy grin were enough to make your heart ache in the best way. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied quickly, but the crack in your voice gave you away. “Liar,” he teased gently, stepping closer. His hands found your waist, pulling you into his arms as he studied your face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip. “It’s stupid.” “Doesn’t matter if it’s stupid,” he said firmly. “If it’s bothering you, it matters to me.”

You sighed, leaning into him as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. “I don’t know. It’s just… sometimes I feel like I don’t measure up. Like… literally.” Matt’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face before realization dawned. “You mean…?” You nodded, your cheeks flushing. “I know it’s dumb, but everyone around me has, like, these perfect curves, and I just… don’t.” His grip on you tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “Hey. Stop that.” “But—” “No buts,” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re beautiful. Every single inch of you. And I don’t want to hear you comparing yourself to anyone else.” You tried to look away, but his hand gently cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to his. “I mean it,” he said softly. “You’re perfect just the way you are. And for the record, I don’t love you because of some arbitrary standard. I love you. All of you.” Your eyes stung with tears at the sincerity in his voice. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and there’s nothing about you I’d ever want to change.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you let out a soft laugh. “You’re really good at this, you know.” “At what?” he asked, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “At making me feel like the luckiest person in the world,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Well, good,” he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Because you are.” The kiss deepened as his lips found yours, slow and deliberate, as though he was pouring every ounce of love he felt into that one moment. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss grew more urgent. “You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips, his hands gently trailing up your sides. “And I’m going to prove it to you.” Matt’s lips moved with a deliberate gentleness, his hands never leaving your sides as he guided you toward the bed.

His touch was tender, yet firm enough to ground you, to remind you that he was there, fully focused on you. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” Your heart swelled at his words, and you let him lead you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees as he looked up at you with those warm, familiar eyes. “Can I show you?” he asked softly, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “How much I love every single part of you?” Your breath hitched, and you nodded, your fingers threading into his hair. “Please.” He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your knee before trailing soft kisses up your thighs. His hands moved with reverence, sliding over your hips and under your shirt to gently tug it upward. When he pulled it over your head, his eyes roamed over your exposed skin, and the awe in his expression made your cheeks flush.

“You’re perfect,” he said again, his hands gliding up your sides and stopping just beneath your chest. “Absolutely perfect.” His thumbs brushed over your skin, barely grazing the soft curves of your breasts as his lips found your collarbone. The tenderness of his touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and your hands tightened in his hair, urging him closer. “Matt,” you breathed, your voice trembling. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. “You know,” he said, his tone lightening, “I don’t care if your boobs are small or if you had, like, massive knockers.” You blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard. “Matt—” “No, I mean it,” he interrupted, his voice both playful and earnest. “They’re your boobs, and I love them. Because they’re part of you.” Your cheeks flushed as you laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.” “And yet you love me,” he teased, dipping his head to press a kiss just above your heart.

“But seriously, babe. Whether they’re small, big, or somewhere in between, it doesn’t matter to me. You know why?” You raised an eyebrow, your smile widening despite yourself. “Why?” “Because I can still suck on them,” he said with a smug grin, punctuating the statement by gently capturing your nipple between his lips. A startled laugh bubbled out of you, your hands threading into his hair. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice muffled as he kissed along the curve of your breast. “But I’m also yours. And I happen to think these,” he added, giving your chest a playful squeeze, “are perfect. Just like the rest of you.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you tugged him back up to meet your gaze. “You’re such a dork.” “A dork who loves you,” he replied, his smile softening as he kissed you deeply. “And all of you. Always.” His lips moved with renewed fervor, his hands sliding behind your back to unhook your bra. The garment slipped from your shoulders, and Matt’s breath caught as he took you in.

His hands framed your ribs, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your skin as he leaned forward to kiss the curve of your breast again. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “And I’m going to prove it to you.” He kissed his way down your body, his hands worshiping every curve and line, as though to erase every doubt that had ever crossed your mind. His touch was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel cherished in every sense of the word. And when he finally joined with you, it was like the world melted away, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in love and longing. Matt moved with a careful rhythm, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered praises into your ear. Every breath, every touch, every sound he made was a reminder of how much he adored you. “You’re perfect,” he murmured again, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you deeply. “Do you believe me now?” Tears pricked at your eyes, but they weren’t born of sadness.

f!reader, passionate first meeting, intense sexual tension, ballroom setting, dress appreciation, request 🦋

The ballroom was nothing short of a dream—a gilded wonderland of flowing champagne, delicate laughter, and music that thrummed through the polished marble floors. The charity gala was in full swing, and despite the sophistication surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t quite your scene. Draped in a deep burgundy gown that hugged your curves just right, you sipped on a flute of champagne and scanned the room, your mind wandering.

That’s when you saw him.

Matt stood by the bar, his dark suit fitting like it was tailored just for him, his hair slightly tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. He had a drink in his hand and a mischievous smile on his lips as he leaned casually against the counter, observing the room with an amused glint in his eyes. Your gaze lingered a little too long, and when he caught you staring, his smirk deepened. He raised his glass in a silent toast, and you felt heat creep up your neck as you turned away, pretending to be utterly engrossed in your drink. You barely had time to gather your composure before a warm voice interrupted your thoughts. “You know, you’re not exactly subtle.” Looking up, you found Matt standing right in front of you, his smirk even more devastating up close. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning innocence as you sipped your champagne. “Sure you don’t,” he teased, leaning in slightly. “But I don’t blame you. I look pretty damn good tonight, don’t I?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity, the sound surprising even you. “Confident, aren’t we?” “Confident? Nah,” he said, shrugging playfully.

“I’m just stating the facts. Besides,”—his eyes flicked over you, lingering just enough to make your heart race—“you’re one to talk. That dress? It’s not fair to the rest of us.” Your cheeks burned, but you refused to let him see you flustered. “Is this your strategy? Charm your way through the room until someone falls for it?” “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “I only need one person to fall for it.” The air between you crackled, the playful banter laced with undeniable tension. Before you could come up with a retort, the music shifted, a slow, romantic melody filling the air. Matt extended his hand, his expression softening. “Dance with me?” You hesitated for a split second before placing your hand in his. “Lead the way.” The dance floor was a swirl of elegance, but all you could focus on was Matt. His hand rested firmly on your waist, guiding you effortlessly as you moved together in perfect harmony. “You’re a natural,” he said, his voice low as his thumb brushed against your hip. “I could say the same about you,” you replied, meeting his gaze. He grinned, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “You know, I was right about one thing.” You raised a brow, leaning in slightly to match his teasing tone.

“Just one thing?” “That dress,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft, velvety pitch. “It’s definitely unfair… because now I can’t focus on anything else.” The warmth of his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you barely managed to keep your composure as he pulled you just a little closer. The scent of his cologne mingled with the faint aroma of champagne in the air, intoxicating in its own way “And here I thought you were supposed to be the charming one,” you quipped, though your voice wavered slightly. “Oh, I am,” he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But I’m also honest. And right now, all I can think about is how damn good you look in that dress—and how much I want to see you out of it.” Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. The elegant chatter of the room, the soft music, even the feel of the marble floor beneath your feet—all of it faded until there was only Matt and the unspoken tension crackling between you. “Is that so?” you managed to whisper, your pulse racing. His smirk deepened, his hand pressing just slightly harder against your waist. “Come with me.” Matt led you through a set of gilded doors that opened into a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The noise from the ballroom faded as the doors clicked shut, leaving only the sound of your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. “Matt,” you began, your voice laced with both curiosity and anticipation.

“Where are we—” Before you could finish, he turned to face you, his hands finding your waist as he backed you gently against the wall. His dark eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of desire and restraint. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from yours. “And I will.” You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you reached up, your fingers threading through his hair as you closed the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was as intense as it was electric, months of unspoken tension finally spilling over. Matt’s hands roamed your body, his touch firm yet tender as he pulled you closer. Your back pressed against the cool wall, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His lips moved from yours to your neck, trailing kisses that sent shivers down your spine. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” “Show me,” you whispered, your breath hitching as his teeth grazed your collarbone. His response was immediate. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to a nearby room.

The door clicked shut behind you, and before you knew it, he had you on the edge of a velvet settee, his hands working quickly to rid you of the dress that had driven him wild all night.

f!reader, size kink, rough smut, tender aftercare, praise kink, passionate intimacy, big guy small girl dynamics, playful teasing, soft and rough moments, request🦋

The playful banter had always been part of your relationship, but tonight there was a different energy in the air. It buzzed between you like a live wire, especially when Matt leaned closer, his towering frame making you feel small in the best way. “You’ve got that look in your eyes again,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You bit your lip, pretending to focus on your phone, but the way his biceps flexed as he leaned on the back of the couch had your attention locked. His strength, his size, the sheer presence he carried—it all made your pulse race. “Nothing,” you lied, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. Matt tilted his head, that knowing smirk playing on his lips. He reached out, hooking his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifting you off the couch. The movement stole your breath, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms. “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said, carrying you into the bedroom like you weighed nothing.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.” You rolled your eyes, trying to downplay the fluttering in your chest. “You’re imagining things.” “Oh, I’m imagining a lot of things,” he murmured, setting you down on the bed. His voice was rough now, his gaze dark as he hovered over you. “Like what I’m going to do to you.” Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hands bracketing your hips. His size enveloped you, the bed dipping under his weight as he settled between your legs. “You know, you’re so damn small compared to me,” he said, almost to himself, his hands gliding up your thighs. “I could cover you completely.” You shivered under his touch, your body arching instinctively as his fingers traced the curve of your waist. “Matt,” you whispered, the need in your voice undeniable. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “Tell me how much you love it. How much you love being mine.” “I love it,” you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands slid up to your ribs. His thumbs brushed just under your breasts, making you gasp.

“I love how big you are. How strong. How—” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because his mouth was on yours, claiming you with a kiss that left you dizzy. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl. “You’re so soft,” he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough. “So fucking perfect. Do you even realize what you do to me?” His hands slid under your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. He sat back for a moment, his gaze raking over you with pure hunger. The contrast between his size and your own was undeniable as he ran his hands down your sides, his touch both rough and reverent. “You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs wider. “Look at you. All mine.” You whimpered, your body arching as his lips trailed down your neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin.

His mouth found the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation made you cry out, your hands tangling in his hair as he worshiped your body. When his hand slid between your thighs, you were already trembling, your body aching for him. His fingers found your slick heat, teasing you as he watched your every reaction. “So wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.” “Matt, please,” you begged, your hips rolling against his hand. He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your stomach as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you.” He removed the rest of your clothes with ease, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He shed his shirt, and the sight of his toned chest and strong arms had your breath catching in your throat. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned down to kiss you again. “I’ll never get enough of you.” His hand slid down your thigh, gripping it as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The stretch was slow and deliberate as he pushed into you, his size overwhelming in the most incredible way. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “So tight. So perfect.” You couldn’t speak, your body trembling as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, his hands roaming your body as if memorizing every inch. But as your cries grew louder, his control began to slip, his pace quickening as he lost himself in you. “You take me so well,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you. “I could cover you completely, keep you right here, just like this.” You whimpered, your body arching as his words pushed you closer to the edge. “Matt,” you gasped, your nails dragging down his back. “Please—” “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you.” When you finally came undone, your cries filled the room, your body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed you.

Submission and Surrender — Matt x Reader

Mentions of dominance and submission, calling a man beautiful, slight orgasm control/denial(?)

The night began like any other, with drinks flowing freely among the close-knit group of friends—Puffer, Grizzy, Smii7y, Matt, and the rest of the group. Laughter echoed off the walls as they regaled each other with tales of past exploits and shared inside jokes that only they understood. As the conversation veered towards more risqué topics, Matt, with his trademark smirk, leaned back in his chair, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice laced with faux confidence, "I've always been a dominant kind of guy." His declaration was met with a chorus of teasing remarks from the others. "Sureee," Puffer chimed in with a chuckle. "Yeah, okay buddy," Grizzy added, shaking his head in amusement. "Whatever you say, Matt," Smii7y interjected, a playful grin spreading across his face. But amidst the laughter and banter, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You knew the truth about Matt, knew that beneath his bravado lay a submissive streak a mile wide. It was a secret known only to you, a side of him that few were privileged enough to witness. With a knowing smile, you locked eyes with Matt, a silent challenge passing between you. "Is that so?" you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because last time I checked, you were the one who couldn't resist begging for mercy." The reaction was immediate—Matt's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and amusement playing across his features as he realized you were calling his bluff. The others looked on, curiosity piqued by the sudden change in dynamics. “Well, well, well," Smii7y teased, his grin widening. "Looks like we've got ourselves a challenger." As the night wore on, the playful banter continued, punctuated by the occasional sly remark from Matt and your equally cheeky retorts.

But beneath the surface, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection between you—a connection that promised to ignite into something far more intoxicating before the night was through.

As the night wore on and the others gradually succumbed to the effects of their indulgence, you and Matt found yourselves sitting closer together, the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your veins. With the room now quiet save for the soft murmur of the television and the occasional snore from one of the passed-out friends, you and Matt shared whispered conversations, the rest of the world fading into insignificance around you. "You know," Matt murmured, his voice low and intimate as he leaned in closer to you, "you always seem to see right through me." A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you met his gaze, the connection between you sparking to life once more. "That's because I know you better than anyone else," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you try to pretend otherwise." Matt's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability shining through as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

"I never could fool you, could I?" he mused, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You shook your head, your heart swelling with affection as you returned his smile. "Not in a million years." In that moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared intimacy. Despite the chaos that surrounded you, you found solace in each other's presence, a silent understanding passing between you that transcended mere words. With a knowing smirk, you led Matt to the bedroom, a silent understanding passing between you. As he followed, a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the impending shift in dynamics. Once inside, the dim light cast shadows across the room, adding to the anticipation that hung thick in the air. "You know exactly where you belong," you whispered, your voice low and commanding, as you guided him towards the bed.

Matt's breath hitched at your words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension dancing in his eyes. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a silent acceptance of his place beneath you. With practiced ease, you removed his shirt before commanding him to remove his pants and boxers, to which he did with no hesitation. Then you pointed towards the bed, telling him to lay down and once he did, you began to restrain his arms, securing them firmly to the bed frame. His muscles tensed momentarily, a fleeting resistance that only served to heighten the thrill of the moment. "Relax," you reassured him, your touch gentle yet firm as you trailed your fingers along his skin. You savored the sight of his reactions, each gasp and shudder sending a jolt of desire coursing through you. His body, once his own, now lay exposed and vulnerable before you, a testament to his submission and your control.

"You look so beautiful like this," you whispered, your voice thick with desire as you drank in the sight of him laid bare before you. Matt's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering trust. With a sense of reverence, you explored every inch of him, your fingers tracing the contours of his skin as if committing them to memory. Each touch elicited a response, a soft moan or a sharp intake of breath, fueling the fire of your desire. But as your own arousal grew, you couldn't resist using him for your own pleasure, denying him any release as you reveled in the power you held over him. With each caress, each whispered command, you pushed him to the brink of desperation, his whimpers and pleas music to your ears. "Please," he begged, his voice low and needy, his body arching towards you in silent supplication. "Please, I need... I need to cum."

But you remained steadfast in your resolve, denying him even as his arousal reached its peak. It was a game of control and submission, a dance of desire and denial that left you both breathless and wanting more. With a smirk, you gazed down at Matt, his desire evident in the pleading look in his eyes. "Then tell me who's in control," you whispered, your voice thick with authority. "Tell me, and maybe I'll allow you to cum with me." For a moment, Matt hesitated, the struggle evident on his face. But the undeniable evidence of his arousal betrayed his resolve, leaving him with no choice but to submit. "Y-you," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of embarrassment and need coloring his words. Satisfied with his response, you positioned yourself above him, straddling his hips as you prepared to claim your pleasure. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slid down on top of him, relishing in the sharp intake of breath that escaped his lips.

As you began to move, your movements slow and deliberate, Matt's whimpers filled the room, his voice a constant stream of need and desire. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge, fueled by the intoxicating mix of power and submission that enveloped you both. As the intensity of your movements increased, so did Matt's desperation. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, his whimpers grew louder, his body arching towards you in silent supplication. "Please," he begged, his voice raw with need, "need t’ cum, please." His pleas fueled your desire, spurring you on to greater heights of passion. With each movement, you could feel yourself drawing closer to the edge, the need for release building to a fever pitch. And just as you reached the peak of ecstasy, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you made your decision.

f!reader, softdom!matt, request❤️

The air was thick with tension as you and Matt stood facing each other, your voices raised in a heated argument. “I can’t believe you would do this to me, Matt!” you exclaimed, your fists clenched at your sides. “I didn’t mean to upset you, babe, it was just a misunderstanding,” Matt replied, frustration evident in his voice. “Well, it sure didn’t feel like a misunderstanding when you blew off our plans without even a phone call!” You shot back, your anger boiling over. “I said I was sorry, okay? I had a last-minute work emergency, I couldn’t help it,” Matt retorted, his tone defensive. “That’s not good enough, Matt! You always prioritize work over us, and I’m sick of it!” You yelled, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. Matt’s jaw clenched as he struggled to find the right words to say, realizing the extent of the hurt he had caused. You stormed away from him to cool off because you were afraid you would say something to hurt his feelings and that only pissed you off more.

After the argument had subsided, Matt knew he had to make things right with you. He found you sitting on the couch, your arms crossed and your expression guarded. Approaching you slowly, Matt took a deep breath before speaking. “Hey, can we talk?” You glanced up at him, your gaze wary but curious. “What is it?” “I’m sorry, okay? I messed up, and I know I hurt you,” Matt began, his voice soft and contrite. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue. “I want to make it up to you,” Matt continued, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” Your skepticism softened slightly at his words, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “How?” Matt took your hand in his, guiding you to your feet. “Trust me,” he said simply, leading you to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Matt closed the door behind you, shutting out the outside world and leaving only the two of you in the intimate space.

Soft ambient light filled the room, casting a warm glow over the plush furnishings and inviting bed. With gentle hands, Matt began to undress you, his touch tender and reverent as he traced the curves of your body. Each article of clothing fell away with purpose, revealing smooth skin and the subtle curves that made you uniquely beautiful. “You’re so beautiful,” Matt murmured, his voice filled with sincerity as he pressed kisses along your exposed skin, trailing a path of warmth and affection. His lips brushed against your collarbone, your neck, your shoulders, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Your breath caught in your throat as Matt’s hands explored your body, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. His touch was both gentle and possessive, a testament to the depth of his desire and the intensity of his love. As Matt lowered you onto the bed, your eyes locked in a silent exchange of raw emotion.

There was a hunger in his gaze, an unspoken longing that mirrored your own, as if you were both searching for something lost in the chaos of your argument. “I love you,” Matt whispered against your lips, his words a promise of devotion and commitment. And then he surrendered to the primal urge that consumed you both, his body moving with purpose and passion as he sought to reconnect with you on a deeper, more intimate level. Your lovemaking was a symphony of whispered words and passionate touches, each movement fueled by the desire to reaffirm your bond and reignite the flame that had flickered in the darkness of your disagreement. With each soft kiss and tender caress, Matt worshipped you, his love pouring out in every touch and every whispered word. “You’re so good for me,” he murmured as he explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched by his adoration.

And as he entered you fully, filling you completely, he whispered words of praise and affirmation, each one a testament to the depth of his desire and the intensity of his passion. “That’s it, my good girl,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “You feel so perfect, so right.” His movements were slow and deliberate, he savored every sensation, every sound that escaped your lips. With each thrust, he whispered words of praise and adoration, his voice a soothing melody that filled the room with warmth and desire. “You're so perfect," Matt murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he buried himself deep inside you. "So fucking perfect." His words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each passing moment. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. With each thrust, Matt pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release.

But even as he sought his own pleasure, his focus remained on you, on making sure you felt every ounce of pleasure he could give you. "You're mine," Matt growled, his voice husky with desire as he drove himself deeper into you. "All mine." And with those words, you felt yourself unraveling, your body tensing with the intensity of your climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly spent in its wake. But even as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, Matt showed no signs of slowing down. He continued to move within you, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. And when he finally came, his body tensed with the force of his release, his cries of pleasure mingling with yours in the darkness of the room. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his words a gentle command that set your pulse racing. “Cum all over me.”

And with those words, you felt yourself tipping over the edge once again, your body convulsing with the force of your release as you cried out his name, your pleasure mingling with his in a symphony of ecstasy. In that moment, as you lay tangled in each other’s embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Matt by your side, you would always find a way to overcome them. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you were loved, cherished, and adored beyond measure. As dawn broke through the window, casting soft rays of light across the room, Matt pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry for everything.” You smiled up at him, your heart overflowing with love and forgiveness. “I forgive you,” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the bustling streets of the neighborhood. Laughter echoed as the group of friends, including Smii7y, Grizzy, and the rest of the gang, strolled leisurely through the park. Birds chirped in the trees, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. You walked alongside them, your heart lighter than it had been in days. It was a rare occasion when all of you could hang out together, and you relished every moment of it. But beneath the surface of your excitement lurked a subtle unease, a quiet worry that gnawed at the edges of your mind. As the day progressed, you tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the joy of the present moment. You joined in the banter and laughter, soaking in the warmth of friendship like a soothing balm to your soul. But with each passing minute, the absence of one particular friend weighed heavier on your heart.

Matt, your closest confidant and source of comfort, was away on a trip. His absence left a gaping hole in your world, a void that no amount of laughter or distraction could fill. You missed his reassuring presence, his understanding gaze, and the safety of his embrace. As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, your anxiety reached a crescendo. You tried to ignore it, to lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the moment, but the worry gnawed relentlessly at your insides. The laughter around you blurred into a cacophony of noise, overwhelming your senses.

And then, without warning, it happened.

A wave of panic crashed over you, sweeping away the fragile facade of composure you had desperately clung to. Sensory overload assaulted your senses, each sound and movement amplified to a deafening roar. Your chest tightened, breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the world spun around you in dizzying circles. “Hey, are you okay?” Grizzy’s voice pierced through the haze of your mind, filled with concern. But you couldn’t respond. Words eluded you, trapped behind a barrier of fear and confusion. All you could do was clutch at your chest, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay. “Guys, something’s wrong,” Smii7y’s voice sounded distant, muffled as if coming from underwater. Frantic whispers filled the air as your friends gathered around you, their faces blurred and indistinct. You wanted to reach out to them, to reassure them that you were fine, but the words remained trapped inside you, a silent scream echoing in the depths of your mind.

Puffer’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and panicked, as he dialed Matt’s number. “Matt, you need to come back. Something’s happened to your girlfriend. We don’t know what to do.” Despite their best efforts, your friends couldn’t calm you down. Your meltdown persisted, each passing moment stretching into eternity as the world spun out of control around you. After what felt like an eternity, the familiar sound of Matt’s voice broke through the chaos like a beacon of hope. “What’s going on? Is she okay?” Your friends explained the situation as best they could, their words rushed and frantic with worry. But even their voices seemed distant and far away, drowned out by the storm raging inside your mind. And then, just when it felt like all hope was lost, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Matt, your anchor in the storm, pushed his way through the throng of concerned faces, his eyes searching desperately for you.

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The air in the room was thick, charged with an intensity that had been simmering between you all day. Every teasing remark, every fleeting touch had built to this moment—the moment where Matt had you exactly where he wanted you, spread out beneath him, your body trembling with anticipation and something dangerously close to desperation. His grip on your thighs was firm, keeping you in place as he drove himself into you with a pace that left no room for mercy. Your back arched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as you tried to catch your breath. “Matt—” your voice cracked, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Please… slow down…” A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in. “No.” The single word sent a bolt of heat through your core, and your body clenched around him involuntarily. He groaned at the sensation, his hold on you tightening as he pounded into you, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure crashing through your senses. “You think you can tease me all day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw before trailing lower, sucking a mark onto your already-bruised skin, “and then beg me to go easy on you?”

His teeth nipped at your collarbone, the sharp contrast between pain and pleasure making your head spin. “Not happening, sweetheart.” Your hands scrambled for purchase against the sheets, against his back—anything to ground yourself as he fucked you relentlessly. “Too much?” he taunted, his voice laced with condescension, his amusement evident as he watched you fall apart beneath him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with something possessive, something primal. “Then tell me to stop.” The words dangled between you, a challenge, an invitation. His lips hovered above yours, his thrusts never faltering, pushing deeper, harder, dragging you further into the abyss of pleasure. You couldn’t say it. You wouldn’t. Matt saw it in your eyes, the way your lips parted but no words came out—just a desperate, breathless moan. His smirk widened, a flicker of satisfaction flashing across his face. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured. His fingers found their way to your throat, wrapping around it in a firm but careful grip. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze as he slammed into you, his rhythm unrelenting, his free hand dipping between your bodies to rub slow, teasing circles against your most sensitive spot.

Your body shook, overwhelmed, over-stimulated, but God, you didn’t want him to stop. “Take it,” he growled, his voice rough, needy. “Take all of it.” You gasped, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you snapped, your release hitting you so hard you nearly sobbed from the intensity. But Matt wasn’t done. His grip on your waist was bruising as he chased his own high, rutting into you with a desperation that sent you spiraling into another climax before you had even recovered from the first. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your cheek, his breath uneven, hot. “Cum for me again—let me feel you.” You whined, barely able to form words as your body obeyed. It wasn’t until he was buried as deep as he could go, his release spilling inside you, that his movements finally stilled. He collapsed onto his forearms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he tried to steady his breathing. The only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths of two people completely wrecked, completely consumed by each other. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Matt smirked. “You good?” he asked, voice laced with amusement as he lazily ran his fingers along your thigh. You tried to glare at him, but you were too fucked out to be convincing.