#iluvmattsbeard

ex!bd!matt x reader

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warnings: smut/p in v/ oral (m receiving!)

preview: you and your ex baby daddy meet up for a parent teacher conference. the teacher suggests that you and matt rekindle for the sake of your guys’ child. you decide to invite matt over for dinner and let’s just, say you two got along just fine.

a/n: surprise, i’m back. don’t know how often i’ll post but, here’s dad! matt to make up for a whole YEAR of not posting a new fic. to those who continue to read my shit, genuinely, thank you. if you aren’t new to my shit, you know how this goes. stay filthy and delusional. ❤️‍🔥 also, i’m starting a new tag list. so comment if you want to be added.

this situation wasn't ideal for either of you. you were sitting at your desk, in your home, when you had received an email from your son, Ethan's teacher. you expected it to be some automated message that usually got sent out to all the parents but, this email was specifically meant for you and one other person. your eyes trailed to the familiar email that this message was also sent to. Matt Sturniolo, your baby daddy and ex.

the relationship between you and Matt was complicated. even though you keep a healthy co parenting schedule, you two still fought and argued routinely. it was exhausting to the point you both agreed to keep distance and only speak limited words in person.

the email was short and to the point, it read, 'To the parents of Ethan Sturniolo, this email is in regards to your son's behavior. Please refer to the list of times below to schedule this meeting. It is important to discuss of his actions in class. Sincerely, Mrs. Santiago.' there was an attached response to the email from Matt which made you roll your eyes in annoyance. of course, he already picked what time this meeting should happen.

typical of him, you thought to yourself. this was one of the reasons you couldn't stand being in a relationship with him. as good as a father he is, him as a person, especially in a romantic relationship, Matt was controlling and he always made sure he got his way. you were fed up, which led to you two ending your 2 year relationship.

as of now, you couldn't give a shit what he was up to, or who he was associated with. you honestly felt bad for the girls that came after, especially if he hasn't changed his ways. he was their problem now. your love life though, wasn't any better. that's what led your mind to not so innocent thoughts. all this bad talk about Matt, doesn't stop you from admitting that him in bed though? was definitely the best part that came from your ended relationship. you would be lying to yourself if you denied the thoughts of you missing it.

you shut your laptop, staring at the wall, already mentally preparing for the next day to come. you don't know if you can handle being stuck in the same room with Matt for more than 5 minutes. especially, if you two end up getting into disagreements. your thoughts were interrupted by your son running up to you, wrapping is arms around your waist. you look down at him, your expression softening, as your eyes met with his. he was definitely Matt's carbon copy. that's why that email wasn't any surprise to you about Ethan's behavior. he was his dad's son after all.

"mommy? are you done working?" Ethan asks curiously, his expression hopeful. you run your hand through his hair as you nod, "yes Ethan, I'm all done. we can go prepare the stuff for dinner. how does that sound?" you ask, which in response, you get an eager nod. you watch as he turns around and darts out the door, making you let out a humorous snicker. your mind was now back on the meeting tomorrow. the small smile on your face fading away.

*next day*

you shut the car door behind you, glancing up at the school building ahead of you. you sigh to yourself, dusting your thighs, now heading towards the entrance. when about to open the door, somebody else' hand beat you to the handle. you look over at the figure, about to thank them when you realize who it was. there he was, smug look on his face like always. "a 'you're welcome' would've been nice." Matt lets out, making you roll your eyes. you walk inside, ignoring his words. his footsteps following behind you quickly, "real mature Y/n." Matt scoffs, "ignoring me isn't going to change this situation." he says.

"we'll talk about it inside." you mumble as you keep your eyes forward, determination in your steps. "no, let's talk right now before we cause a scene in front of Ethan's teacher." Matt lets out, slightly irritated. you stop in your tracks, darting your eyes up at him, "what is there to talk about between us?" you whisper, your tone cold before you continue, "I have nothing to say to you. I want to hear what his teacher has to say, not you." you conclude, turning back around to head to the classroom. Matt stands there for a moment, shaking his head slowly. he couldn't believe how you were acting.

when you two settle down in the empty seats in front of the teacher's desk, there was nothing but awkward silence. you sit there with your legs crossed, not amused while Matt leans back in the seat with his arms crossed. Mrs. Santiago clears her throat as she begins to cut through the silence, "So, I brought you two here to discuss your son's actions..." she starts off calmly, "Ethan has been disruptive. he continuously bursts out comments when uncalled for, he isn't getting a long with his classmates, and he isn't putting an effort into his assignments. that's why I thought it was best to bring this up to the both of you, because you two know your son best. how is his home life?" she asks. you felt your body tense up with the sudden question. before you speak up, Matt beats you to it, "we're split up. with me, he's nothing but behaved with her-" he pauses, glancing at you for a split second before looking back at the teacher, "not so sure how he does with her." he scoffs slightly. you whip your head to look at Matt, your mouth falling open from the audacity of his words. "excuse me-i'll have you know Ethan behaves when he's with me-."

you were cut off by another scoff from Matt, "well you're the one with him most of the time before he's off to school. who knows, you probably put him in a bad mood-."

"I do not!" you let out immediately, "when he comes home from your place, he always has something new learned, who knows what thoughts you put in his head!" Mrs. Santiago chimes in, "alright, let's try to prevent putting blame-.' she begins but you and Matt both turn your head to face her, interrupting her, "his fault-." "her fault-." you both let out at the same time. Mrs. Santiago eyes widen slightly before she shakes her head slowly in disbelief. "I think things need to be worked out with the two of you. you guys may not see it but, the way you two speak to each other, or act around each other, affects how Ethan is acting." she sighs before continuing, "Ethan is still young, it is known for children to highly take after their parents. if this is how he knows his parents to be-.' she pauses, making your expression soften, "he will continue to be the way he is in class." she finishes off.

the tension is still in the air, but, you and Matt both understood where Mrs. Santiago came from. "I suggest you two try your guys' hardest to find a common ground. rebuild a connection between the two of you. I'm not saying romantically but, maybe a friendship." she suggests with a shrug. you nod slowly, speaking gently, "we will figure it out..." you trail off, Matt adding on, "yes, we will. we're both sorry that Ethan has been giving you and his classmates a hard time. we'll guarantee it'll get sorted out." he sincerely says. you nod in agreement to his words.

the meeting was over, you and Matt both head out the building, walking side by side in silence. your eyes are glued to the ground, trying to figure out if it even was possible to rekindle something with Matt. "look-" Matt speaks up, stopping his steps as he looks down at you. he sighs as he meets your eyes, he has to admit, it was nice having you in front of him, actually making eye contact. "i'm willing to try if you are... I mean, we both love Ethan, we can figure this out for the sake of our son." he says. you nod slowly, staying silent as your mind gets flooded with thoughts. Matt's eyes stay on you as he watches you come up with an idea, making him curious.

you sigh softly before speaking your thoughts aloud. you weren't so sure how this idea would work out but, you were willing to go through with it. "dinner, at my place." you murmur quietly, "we can sit and eat... discuss this situation... and-." you sigh, "yeah- I guess just see what happens..." you whisper, visibly unsure. Matt nods at the idea, "sounds good to me. this weekend is ideal for me." he suggests. "this weekend it is." you mutter out. you both greet each other 'goodbye', both anxious about what is to come.

*time skip to the weekend*

you're standing in front of your vanity, checking yourself out. your heart was pounding in your chest. the nerves were definitely hitting you. Matt had just text that he was on the way and it had your stomach in knots. even if you despised him as a person, you couldn't help but feel jitters from the thought of finally having this opportunity to be alone with him again. you keep trying to tell yourself this was just for Ethan, nothing more.

after a what felt like forever. you hear the door bell ring through out the house. you jump slightly from the noise, standing up quickly. you shut your eyes for a moment and let out a deep breath. "you'll be fine..." you whisper to yourself, to try and calm your nerves. you turn towards the door, making your way to go open it. you turn the handle slowly, hesitating a bit before pulling it open fully with a nervous smile. "hey." you greet in a friendly tone. Matt gives you a head nod of acknowledgement before heading inside. you feel your stomach twist from the lack of enthusiasm. "I thought he wanted this too?" you thought to yourself before shrugging it off. you were in for a long night.

the tension was palpable, Matt was acting dull. he sat at the dining table, watching as you prepare him a plate of food. "so..." you start off, placing the plate in front of him, "Ethan with Chris?" you ask, trying to make small talk. Matt nods as his eyes stay down, beginning to eat. "surprised you chose him over Nick-." you chuckle out awkwardly before Matt's eyes dart up to yours, "what? you don't think Chris is capable of watching our kid?" Matt lets out unimpressed, making you tense up, "that's not what I meant-. i'm just saying you usually let Nick-." Matt interrupts you, "he had other shit to do." he mutters. your grip on your fork tightens, why was he acting like this? you kept your composure as you glance down at your food, "could've said it in a nicer tone..." you mumble. Matt's eyes were still glued onto you, "what was that?" he lets out lowly. you keep your gaze down as you shake your head, "nothing. I just don't understand why you said you would try this out, and you agreed to coming tonight to act like how you always do." you mutter quietly with a hint of attitude.

Matt places his fork down slowly, leaning back in his seat, "you upset because you aren't getting the exact attention you wanted?" he asks, his tone a bit mocking which makes you roll your eyes, "I just expected you to have a change of heart because you do remember right, that this is for our son." you say annoyed, darting your eyes up at him but, when your gaze locks with his, you felt your stomach drop. your expression shifting from the sight of him. his legs were spread slightly with his one hand resting on the table, and the other on his lap. Matt's jaw clenches a tad bit as he whispers, "i'm aware of that. it's just..." he trails off as he leans forward slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. "I mean we both know it isn't going to work." he says with a shrug and stupid smirk on his face. your eyes narrow, "why do you say that?" you murmur. "come on Y/n... you don't think if we worked this out, you wouldn't feel some type of way about me again?" he asks with his head tilting teasingly. you feel your cheeks heat up, you don't know if it was of anger or embarrassment.

you place your hands on the table, lifting yourself up from your seat as you look away, "you're ridiculous. " you scoff annoyed, "I can't stand you. I would never, ever, feel a type of way romantically, towards you again." you let out. you go to walk past where he's seated when you suddenly feel a grip on you wrist. your body tenses up, leaving you frozen in your spot. there was no words spoke until you slowly turned your head to face him. "who are you trying to convince?" Matt whispers lowly, his eyes darkening. your eyes widen slightly from his change of demeanor, the grip he had around you wrist tightening a bit. "let go of me." is what you wanted to say, but your mouth betrayed you, leaving you standing there in silence. your eyes never leaving his as he speaks, "what's wrong? have nothing to say all of the sudden?" he whispers. you gulp down your nerves slowly as you continue to say quiet.

he tugs at your wrist, pulling you in front of him. his eyes trail up from your body to your face slowly as he speaks, "you just going to keep that mouth shut?" he asks, "or are you going to put it to good use?" he hums in curiosity. his words went straight to the heat in between your legs. you felt your whole body on fire as you whisper, "what will this benefit us and the situation?" you ask, a gulp following after. Matt shrugs nonchalantly, "i'm not sure but..." he pauses, his hand trailing to your hip, "I do know what you can definitely benefit from." he says with a smirk appearing on his lips. there it was again, the smugness. "and what's that?" you whisper, the nerves betraying the tone of your voice. "let's find out." Matt says, tugging on your arm, making you go on your knees slowly. he scoots his chair back slightly, giving you more space in front of him as he looks down at you. the look in your eyes made his pants feel tight. the deceiving look of innocence coming from you made him shake his head, "haven't seen that look in a long time." he whispers as he grips your jaw gently.

he runs his thumb on your bottom lip teasingly, his eyes glued to the sight as he whispers, "now tell me... who are you trying to convince?" he repeats his earlier question. you stay silent, his thumb now pushing into your lip harshly, "no one." he whispers as he plunges his thumb, your lips parting as your mouth wraps around it. he hums lowly, removing his thumb to lean back in the chair. your heart was pounding once again, your body going on auto pilot. the desire and pent up tension making you give in. your hands go up to his belt, undoing it. his eyes stay on you as his arms rest on the chair. you pull his belt off, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them down a long with his boxers. his cock springs up, the familiar sight making your mouth drool. his tip was leaking already of precum, causing you to run your tongue along his slit, cleaning it off. he darts his tongue out to wet his lips as he whispers, "that's it..."

he brings his hand back down to your cheek as he rubs it gently. your eyes stay locked with his as you lower your mouth around his aching tip. his grip on your face tightens slightly from the sensation of your mouth finally around him again. you wasted no time, your mouth took him in easily, it was like you never forgot how to handle him. you bob your head up and down at a steady pace, causing Matt to throw his head back, "fuck..." he mutters out with a groan following after. your eyes stay up at him, the sight of him making you clench your thighs. the view of his jawline and his adam's apple bobbing from him trying to stifle his noises made you want him more. you quicken the pace, the tip grazing your throat occasionally. you use your one hand to pump the remainder of his base, the other hand rubbing his thigh gently. he slips his fingers through your hair, gripping it, and pushing your head down slowly. you allow it, taking him in deeper in your throat. the air escaping your lungs as you gag lightly, which earns you a deep groan from Matt, "naughty fucking girl..." he lets out, "gagging on my dick when you said you would what?" he asks teasingly while you begin to bob your head once again, now his full hitting the back of your throat, still gagging. "never, ever, feel a type of way towards me? huh?" he scoffs as he continues to grip your hair, helping you guide your mouth up and down. he shuts his eyes tight, "I knew I couldn't fucking believe anything that came out this dirty mouth." he says. "you can't stand me huh? that's why you're on your knees taking it?" the filthy and humiliating truth falling from his mouth made you hum back in response, sending vibrations through his body.

"can't argue with me now." he lets out with a dry chuckle. your hands grip his thighs as your plump lips run up his length, sucking on his tip, making him squirm from the new feeling, "shit-" the mumbled word escapes his throat. you flick your tongue on his slit of his tip, "fuck, get up." he demands breathlessly. you quickly get up, his fingers immediately looping into your belt holes, pulling you down onto his lap, his lips crashing onto yours hungrily. his hands tug you in towards him, wanting you closer as your chest presses up against his. the kiss is heated, your guys' breathing in sync, your hips bucking against him, trying to feel some kind of friction to ease your aching core. he snakes his hand up to your throat, gripping it as he murmurs against your lips, "what? you want it?" he asks as his mouth continues to move against yours. you nod eagerly but that didn't satisfy him, he grips your neck even tighter, "come on, use that fucking mouth." he mutters lowly. a gasp releases from your mouth, your lips parting as your hand goes to grip his tightening hand. "n-need it." you manage to get out which makes Matt scoff humorously, "need it?" he repeats mockingly as he releases you from his grip, "show me." he says. you lift yourself off from his lap, eagerly pulling your pants down, letting it fall to your ankles as you step out of them. Matt tugs down your panties, "so fucking desperate." he murmurs as he pulls you back down onto his lap.

he slides his tip a long your folds as he whispers, "you're really doing a good job at convincing me..." you whimper gently, "w-what do you mean?" you stutter out. he lowers you down on his dick slowly, gripping your ass, "convincing me how much of a fucking liar you are." he utters out, suddenly pounding into you, not giving you time to adjust. "your bullshit little scene not too long ago." his thrusts are punishing, yelps leave your mouth every time his tip hits your g spot. you grip his shoulders, his fingers digging into your waist, "let me ask again." he huffs out as his eyes are locked onto yours, "what did you say earlier?" he asks. your brows are furrowed, words struggling to form, "I-I..." you whine out brokenly as he grips your hips, pounding into you faster, "come on, I know you're good with your mouth. tell me." he says, a grunt coming from him as he waits. not to anyone's surprise, you couldn't speak with the amount of whimpers and moans Matt was dragging out from ruining your folds. "never-." he says as he pounds, making you moan loudly, "ever-." another pound, "feel a type of way with me again?" he asks as he continues his thrusts slowly. "no! I didn't mean it-." you let out desperately, your body getting tired, and your eyelids getting heavy from the overwhelming pleasure.

"that's what I thought." he whispers, he feels himself coming close, "you going to let me fill you up?" he asks breathlessly. you nod your head immediately, "yes please." you whine out. that's all he needed to hear for him to pick up the pace again. you shut your eyes tight as you let out a scream of pleasure, "fuck-." he lets out with one last thrust, spilling his cum into you.

your own high coming right after from the warm feeling, filling you up. your body collapses onto his chest as you try to calm yourself down from your orgasm. yours and his breathing in sync.

"well..." Matt starts off, "we definitely got closer again." he says with a breathless chuckle, still buried inside you. "very close." you let out with a sheepish, tired smile. "let's get cleaned up sweetheart." he says, patting your lower back gently. you shake your head, nuzzling your face into his neck, "no, I want to stay like this." you say to differ. "with my cum still inside you?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. you shrug, "nothing that hasn't been done before." you murmur which makes him chuckle, "naughty girl..." he teases playfully, making you join in the laughter.

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