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delilahsturniolo · 6 days ago

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‎ . ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ . ݁ ravenclaw!reader accidentally showing up to class with slytherin!matt’s tie on

from the hogwarts universe requested here by @spookysturnz

you really should have known better.

you really should’ve left matt’s common room ten minutes ago instead of letting him pin you against the wall and kiss you like the world was ending. “five more minutes,” he had muttered against your lips, voice low and taunting, hands dragging up your waist until your knees felt weak.

and five minutes had turned into ten. now, you’re stumbling out of the slytherin dungeons with your hair slightly messy, your uniform rumpled, and your bag barely slung over your shoulder. matt had already sauntered off ahead of you, cool and collected as ever. of course he would make it to class on time after being the reason you’re late.

you hurry through the corridors, muttering under your breath, tugging at your shirt to make yourself look halfway decent. in the chaos, you had grabbed a tie from the bed, the first one you saw, knotting it hastily around your neck as you push open the classroom door to astronomy.

the room goes quiet. professor sinistra looks up from the board with narrowed eyes. “late again?” she snaps, disapproval sharp in her voice. “sorry, professor, it won’t happen again.” you mumble, cheeks hot, slipping into the first empty seat you can find. you can feel the weight of eyes on you, half the class is staring, and you can’t figure out why.

“five points from ravenclaw,” she adds briskly, chalk squeaking against the blackboard as she turns back. you wince, setting down your books and trying to ignore the flush in your cheeks. you tug your tie to adjust it, only for a murmur of laughter to ripple through the classroom.

and then the professor says it. her voice is sharp, confused. “tell me, when exactly did you become a slytherin?” your head snaps down, your blood runs cold. the tie around your neck isn’t blue. it isn’t yours. it’s dark green, lined with silver. matt’s.

oh no.

you close your eyes for half a second, internally cursing yourself, and when you finally dare to look up, the first thing you see is chris two rows away, eyebrows raised in disbelief, staring between you and the green fabric at your throat. nick, beside him, looks like he’s fighting to keep from laughing out loud.

and then, from behind you, you hear the faintest chuckle. you don’t even need to turn around to know it’s matt. slowly, you drag the tie off and twist in your seat just enough to hand it back to him under the desk. his fingers brush yours deliberately as he takes it, slow and smug. when you finally look at him, his expression is infuriating. a sharp smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes glittering with mischief.

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, snapping your head back around and focusing on your parchment like it’s the most important thing in the world. but the heat in your cheeks doesn’t fade. you can still feel his gaze on the back of your neck, searing and impossible to ignore.

the entire class feels like torture. every time you try to concentrate on the professor’s lecture, matt shifts in his seat behind you, stretching, tapping his quill, leaning forward just enough that his presence is pressed against you. once, you feel the tip of his quill brush against your hair, the faintest tease, and you stiffen instantly.

“stop it,” you hiss under your breath, not daring to look back. he doesn’t reply. but you just know he’s smirking. when the bell finally rings, you all but slam your quill into your bag and stand, determined to escape before matt can make a comment. but as you squeeze through the rows of desks, he falls into step beside you with that maddening ease.

“nice look back there,” he murmurs, voice low so only you can hear. “green suits you, ravenclaw.” you shoot him a glare, shoving your books tighter to your chest. “shut up.”

he tilts his head, grin widening, clearly enjoying every ounce of your mortification. “don’t worry, your little secret’s safe with me.” your eyes narrow. “it wasn’t a secret. it was a mistake.” he leans just close enough for his breath to ghost against your ear as he passes you, voice smooth and cutting.

“funny. feels like a lot of your mistakes involve me.” and then he’s gone, melting into the corridor crowd, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest, half from frustration, half from something else you really don’t want to name.

behind you, chris and nick catch up, chris glancing back where matt disappeared, his jaw set, his expression unreadable. nick, on the other hand, just bursts out laughing. “it was an accident,” you mutter, glaring at him.

chris doesn’t say a word. he just looks at you for a long moment, his eyes flickering down to your neck where the tie had been, before he shakes his head and keeps walking. and somehow, that silence feels even heavier than matt’s smirk.

💌: i’ll start writing more for gryffindor!chris i promise 🫩

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immaqulate · 3 days ago

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when did you get hot? | m.s

⤑ contains: fluff, slow burn, reunion, best friends to lovers, suggestive inner thoughts, pining and more

⤑ in which.. you do a double take, triple take, and maybe lose your mind a little

The bass is shaking picture frames you’ve never seen before. The house smells like beer, body spray, and a candle someone gave up on twenty minutes after lighting. You shoulder through the doorway with a red cup and low expectations. You promised your friend you’d show face, that’s it. Half an hour, then home, then pajamas.

You don’t make it five steps before someone squeals your name.

“Oh my God—Y/N! You remember Matt, right?”

The name claps through you like hands at a talent show. Of course you remember Matt. You remember muddy knees and summer cicadas, popsicles bleeding color down your wrists, his laugh cracking when he tried to sound older than he was. Porch lights and Mario Kart and the thrill of him double-dog daring you to jump at the highest point on the swing set.

You brace for that kid. Double take. Triple take, and your brain blue-screens.

Because that is not the kid you left behind halfway through high school. That is a man leaning on the kitchen counter like the counter is lucky, curls falling into his eyes, jaw cut like somebody ordered it that way. He’s got a red cup and a lazy grin and shoulders that weren’t there before. Nick says something; Matt laughs, throat lit by the cheap kitchen light, and the room tilts on its axis.

Excuse me? When did you get—no. No, be serious. You’d remember if he had that face. You could look him up and down all day. (You are not looking him up and down all day. Stop. Eyes up.)

Too late. He’s already caught you. His gaze hooks on yours across the crowd. The grin goes from lazy to devastating in a second flat.

“No way,” he calls, voice lower than you remember, cutting clean through bass and chatter. “Y/N?”

Your name in his mouth is a slingshot. By the time you register it, he’s already pushing through a knot of people, ignoring the chorus of “Matt! Yo, Matt!” like they’re background noise. He’s taller. He’s closer. He’s here.

“Holy shit,” he says when he stops in front of you, eyes dragging over your face the way a memory crawls back into place. “You’re—wow. Hi.”

“Hi,” you echo, like a professional conversationalist. Your pulse is in your throat, doing cartwheels.

He gestures between you with his cup. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

You snort, because if you don’t, you might say something deranged. “Yeah. Same.”

“Same?” His mouth tips into mischief. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You make a vague circle at all of him, like that explains anything. “You look… different. Not the kid who wiped out on my driveway every Saturday and bled on my mom’s dish towels.”

He huffs a laugh, curls shaking. “I got better at stopping.”

“And starting,” you mutter before your brain can build a filter. “Apparently.”

That grin sharpens. “Different how?” he prods, tilting in just enough that you can smell his cologne over the beer haze. “You mean—”

“Don’t say it.”

“Hot?” he finishes, too pleased with himself to live.

Your face heats like you just opened an oven. “You’re impossible.”

“And you were staring,” he says, not unkindly, just like he’s reporting the weather.

“I was verifying,” you lie. “Quality control.”

“Mhm.” He sips, eyes bright. “Triple-checking for science.”

“Shut up.”

There’s a flurry of whoops from the living room—somebody just nailed the last cup in beer pong. A chant starts. Nick crows something about a rematch. Chris materializes long enough to shoulder-bump Matt and throw you a grin that says ohhh, this is interesting, then vanishes, dragging half the room with him like rip current.

It gets loud again. Sticky again. The kitchen turns into an intersection with bad traffic laws.

Matt glances toward the stairs, then back at you. The grin softens at the edges. “Can you hear anything in here?”

“Just my panic.”

He tips his head toward the hallway. “C’mon. Five minutes. I want to actually talk to you.”

The words are simple. The familiarity isn’t. It slides into you like muscle memory.

His fingers brush your wrist. Not a grab. Just a nudge that asks instead of tells. Your body answers before your brain does: you follow.

Upstairs, the noise drops to a manageable thud. He shoulders open a random bedroom that looks like three people share it and none of them believe in drawers. The bed is a disaster. A desk is a graveyard of empty cans. A string of fairy lights is doing its best under duress.

Matt drops onto the carpet next to the wall and pats the spot beside him. “Floor or nothing. Tradition.”

You sit. Your knee finds his like it always did. Years peel back; then they don’t. Both things are true at once.

“So.” He stretches his legs out, ankles crossing, red cup balanced on his knee. “Where’d you go?”

You pick at the rim of your cup. “My dad’s job moved us. New school, new friends. I told myself I’d call. Then it felt like I’d waited too long to call. Then it was… a year. Two.”

His mouth tucks, not a frown, not not a frown. “I kept thinking you’d pop up. Like, I’d be skating by your house and your porch light would be on and there you’d be, yelling at me to get off your mom’s hydrangeas.”

You laugh, helpless. “They were her personality.”

“I remember,” he says, smiling into his cup. “You used to hide the broken blooms in the neighbor’s trash like a heist.”

“You swore to take it to your grave.”

He glances over, eyes bright with something fond that crosses the line into dangerous without asking. “Guess I lied.”

Silence takes a breath. Not awkward. Full.

“Do you still have the scar?” you ask, because the room is tilting in a way you can’t say out loud. “From the time you tried to jump the curb and ended up eating asphalt?”

He grins and flips his wrist up, showing you the raised line near his palm. “Compliments of your driveway.”

“You bled like a horror movie.”

“You cried,” he says, softening again. “You wouldn’t let me see because you said I’d make it worse.”

“I would have,” you admit, smiling at the floor.

He watches you for a long second. “I missed you,” he says, unceremonious, like he’s not throwing something breakable between you.

Your insides do a small, stunned rearrangement. “I missed you too.” The words come out square and steady, truer than anything you’ve said in weeks.

He doesn’t move closer. He doesn’t need to. The space between your shoulders changes density all by itself.

“So what, you’re back for good?” he asks, clearing his throat like he meant to keep it lighter and forgot how.

“For school,” you say. “And because it turns out I like being where the sidewalks know my name.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Poetic.”

“You’re one to talk. You’re out here… doing it. All the videos, the tour, the everything.” You wave a hand. “You grew up.”

“Allegedly,” he says, which makes you snort. Then he adds, quieter, “I always thought growing up would feel like becoming someone else. But when I saw you just now—” He breaks off, shrugs. “It felt like remembering who I was.”

Your pulse trips. You stare very hard at your cup like it’s a syllabus. “You’re going to make me emotional on a carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed since 2019.”

He laughs, head tipping back against the wall. The sound hits you right in the center of your chest. It’s new and not. You’re still tuned to it. Apparently some stations never go off air.

Down the hall, somebody yells about flip cup. A door slams. The house shudders under a bass drop that has no business being that dramatic. You and Matt look at each other over the rim of your cups and burst into the kind of mutual grin that used to end in a dare.

“Come on,” he says, pushing up to stand. He offers a hand; you take it. Both of you pretend it’s normal. “We’re going to humiliate some undergrads.”

“Bold,” you say, letting him tow you back down the stairs. “Given your hand-eye coordination.”

“I’ve evolved,” he announces, which—fine—unfortunately looks true from every angle.

The living room is a postcard of terrible decision-making: chant lines, sticky floors, somebody with a mullet guarding the aux like it’s a national monument. Beer pong claims the dining table; flip cup has colonized the coffee table. Matt cuts through to the far end, throws a wink at Chris he absolutely doesn’t need to throw, then leans down so his mouth is next to your ear.

“You and me,” he says. “Like old times.”

“Like old times you whiff and I carry?” you ask sweetly.

“Talk your talk, coach.”

The game starts. It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect. You sink your first cup and pretend it’s nothing; Matt whoops like you hit a buzzer beater. He misses by a mile and groans like you’ve personally betrayed him. When you line up your next shot, he steps in behind you—too close, too casual—to “help your aim,” his hand hovering an inch from yours, his breath smiling against your temple. Your brain pops like bubble wrap.

“Bend your elbow,” he murmurs. “You always lock it.”

“I always lock it to avoid you breathing on me like a Labrador.”

He laughs into your hair. The ball arcs. Perfect sink. The room howls. Someone yells your name like you’re sports famous. Matt spins you by the wrist and bows like a menace.

Ugly kid, sexy man, you think, traitorously delighted. And then, because your inner monologue has lost its brakes entirely: congratulations on your new improvements. Did he download a patch? Who authorized the shoulders?

A while later—time gets wobbly around the edges—you’re back in the kitchen, cheeks warm from laughing, head pleasantly light. The party’s thinning. Someone’s half-asleep on a beanbag. The music has slipped into a playlist that sounds like late-night Uber rides and questionable decisions.

Matt tips his head toward the back door. “Fresh air? Before we both smell like beer forever.”

The porch light hums and casts everything in soft gold. Night breathes cool over your skin. You sit on the top step. He sits close enough that your thighs know he’s there even when you aren’t looking.

For a while, you don’t say anything. Street noise hums beyond the hedges. The house mumbles behind you. A moth does laps around the bulb like it’s training for something.

“You really thought I wouldn’t care?” he asks finally, not looking at you. “When you left, I mean.”

You swallow. The wood is warm under your palms. “I figured you’d… adapt. You always did.”

“I adapted,” he says, like he’s conceding the point. “I didn’t replace you.”

You look at him. He’s not smirking. He’s not reaching for a joke. He’s just here, honest in a way that feels like leaning over a railing and trusting the air.

“I was scared to call,” you admit, the words small and heavy at once. “I kept thinking I’d missed the window where it wouldn’t be weird. And then it was two years, and then it was my graduation, and then I was good at pretending I was fine.”

He huffs a laugh with no humor in it. “I checked your mom’s Facebook for like a year to make sure your family didn’t vanish into a witness protection program.”

You choke on a laugh. “I cannot believe you’re admitting that.”

“I’m being vulnerable,” he says gravely. “Don’t punish me for loving the suburbs.”

You’re still laughing when your eyes catch and don’t let go. It sneaks up on you, how quiet it gets. How the air changes shape. How the past and the present stack like books on a shelf and suddenly the story you’re in makes a different kind of sense.

“Matt,” you say, and it comes out a little like a warning and a little like a plea.

He shifts, knee bumping yours. “Yeah?”

“You’re still you,” you say, because it’s the closest you can get to the truth without stepping off a cliff. “But also… not.”

He wets his bottom lip. Your focus does a swan dive after it. “Different good?” he asks softly.

You could make a joke. You don’t. “Yeah.”

He nods, like he needed the confirmation for reasons that have nothing to do with his jawline. His fingers drum once against his cup, then go still. “You’re different too,” he says. “Less… ready to run.”

“I’m exhausted,” you say, and you both laugh, the sound giddy with the relief of saying the thing underneath the thing.

He turns toward you, fully now. It’s not dramatic. It still knocks the breath right out of you. The porch light rings his curls. His eyes flick down—not a drop, more like a gravity—and back up. You know what that means. You’ve known him long enough to read whole paragraphs in a look.

Everything narrows: the step under your thighs, the night pressing soft against your bare arms, the half inch of air asking between your mouths.

And then his mouth is on yours.

It’s warm, steady, a little clumsy with surprise and years and the taste of cheap beer. His hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing soft like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds too tight. You breathe him in — cologne, laughter, every summer you ever had together — and it feels both brand new and like something you’ve known your whole life.

When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest together, both of you grinning like idiots.

“Guess that answers your question,” you murmur.

His laugh rumbles low, wrecked in the best way. “What question?”

“When you got hot.”

He shakes his head, presses another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, then digs a hand into his pocket for his phone. “Okay, wait. Give me your number before you disappear for another six years.”

You blink, then laugh, taking the phone when he offers it. “Bold of you to assume I want to.”

“You’re not getting out of this,” he says, watching as you type. You add your name—full name, because his contacts must be a disaster—and a tiny star.

When you hand it back, he looks down at the screen, then back at you. “Keeping the star.”

“Obviously.” He walks you back inside, back to your friends, back to the soft blur of a party shutting down. But the air feels lighter now, like the night itself shifted gears.

Your phone buzzes before you’re even fully awake the next morning.

matt⭐️: coffee? i’m two blocks from you. don’t make me drink alone.

You groan into your pillow, but you’re already smiling. Fifteen minutes later, you’re tugging on sneakers and meeting him outside the café on the corner, hair barely brushed, heart still racing from last night.

He’s leaning against the window, hood pulled up, curls peeking out. He looks annoyingly good for someone who played four rounds of flip cup and still carried you to a porch kiss like it was nothing.

“Morning, coach,” he says when he spots you.

“Don’t call me that before caffeine,” you grumble, pushing the door open.

Inside, the place smells like espresso and croissants. You slide into a booth while Matt orders for both of you like it’s muscle memory. He comes back with two steaming cups and a muffin split in half, sliding your side across the table.

“You still pick the blueberry?” you ask.

“You still steal the top?” he counters, watching as you do exactly that.

Conversation spills easy—school, siblings, stupid memories you both thought you’d forgotten. Every so often, he leans forward on his elbows and smiles like you’re saying something worth framing. Every so often, you catch yourself staring and don’t bother looking away.

At one point, he says it outright: “Feels like no time’s passed. Except now… it’s different.”

You stir your coffee, heart skipping traitorously. “Different good?”

His grin curves, soft and sure. “Best different.”

And in that tiny café, with crumbs on your plate and his hand brushing yours across the table, you realize last night wasn’t just nostalgia. It was a beginning.

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humpster35 · 3 days ago

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Bro really said he watched Harry Potter, Porn and ate powered donuts💀🙌🏽 he’s giving me sub in this video.

No but fr though…what “other content” could Matthew have been talking about hm?(im aware that he could literally be talking about anything chill.)

also off topic but i love, loveeee the way he licks his lips like that. it’s something I noticed he tends to do.

“matt it hurts😩🙌🏽”

this is also bf!matt vibes while you’re away and he’s on facetime with you telling you how his day was <3

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sturniphone · 1 day ago

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Chris drags you down onto his cock in the backseat like you’re built to be here, his big veiny hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, thumbs digging into the plush swell of your ass as you ride him hard, soaking his thighs and the leather beneath, the whole vehicle rocking with the rhythm of your messy bounce, windows fogging with heat, air heavy with groans and slick.

❝F–fuck,❞ you cry, head tipping back, nails clawing at the fogged glass until it squeals beneath your fingertips. The sound shoots straight through you, makes your cunt seize tighter, fluttering around him in greedy, desperate spasms. You’re soaking him, dripping hot slick down his thighs, every bounce dizzying, like your body can’t keep up with how much you need him. He growls, hips snapping up, cock punching deeper, sharper, hitting that spongey spot inside over and over until your vision goes white at the edges. Heat coils low, pulsing and relentless, your clit sparking fire every time it brushes his abs. You feel drunk on it, dizzy, your body trembling as if your bones can’t hold you, every nerve lit up and screaming for more.

❝Yeah? That's what you want, baby? ❞ He rasps, voice rough in your ear, sweat slicking your skin where your tits bounce against his chest. ❝Look at this greedy little pussy, clamping down like she’d starve without me.❞

Every grind has your swollen clit dragging against the hard ridges of his abs, sparks exploding through your body until you’re choking on broken moans, thighs trembling from the overstimulating pace. His cock feels so heavy inside you, throbbing, stretching you so wide you can barely breathe, every vein pulsing against your velvet walls as they flutter helplessly.

You’re gasping when your hands fly to his chest, nails raking him open, desperate to anchor yourself, and then you see him—Matt—in the driver’s seat, hand shoved into his sweats, jaw tight, eyes locked onto where your pussy swallows Chris’s cock whole. His voice cracks when he speaks, low and ruined: ❝Don’t you dare cum yet. I’m next.❞

Your lips tremble as you moan, ❝Then you better hurry, Matt—oh fuck—I can’t—I can’t stop—❞ Chris’s laugh is low and cruel, his teeth grazing your neck. ❝Hear that? She’s begging, bro. She’s going to squeeze me dry before you even get a taste. Fuckin’ ruin her with me.❞

Your clit grinds harder with every slap of his hips, your body unravelling, back bowing, your cunt milking him with hot, fluttering pulses until your scream tears through the fogged air. You gush around his cock, slick flooding down to his balls, your whole body convulsing as he groans through clenched teeth, fucking you brutally through the orgasm.

Matt’s hips jerk wildly, no rhythm left, just desperate little thrusts into his fist as he unravels. His breath breaks into high, whiny moans, his chest heaving as hot spurts spill across his sweats, his shirt and even streaking up his stomach. He’s a mess, panting through it, eyes glazed and mouth slack, still pumping himself even as cum drips down his knuckles. ❝F–fuck, it’s everywhere,❞ he whimpers, thighs trembling, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. Chris just groans, burying deep in you, cock twitching inside your spasming cunt like he’s proud of the wreck he creates.

And Matt—still panting, cum dripping through fabric—rasps, ❝I'm pulling the fuck over. I want her bent over the hood, screaming my name next.❞ and that only makes your eyes roll to the back of your head in excitement.

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ariestrxsh · 1 day ago

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p3sthoe · 2 days ago

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tiffsturns · 3 days ago

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TIFFSTURNS PRESENTS…

KINKTOBER 2025

this is my first actual kinktober and i’m not an overly kinky person so please bare with. i’m going to be posting every other day in october cause last year i tried to do everyday, got stressed and ended up deactivating 😅

⚠︎︎ the works below include a variety of kinks, fetishes and mature themes. not every fic will be to everyone’s taste, and thats okay- scroll past what doesn’t interest you. everything is purely fictional and created for fun. mdni

oct 1st- spanking, c.s

oct 3rd- phone sex, m.s

oct 5th- masturbation, c.s

oct 7th- shower sex, m.s

oct 9th- period sex, c.s

oct 11th- vibrator, m.s

oct 13th- dry humping, c.s

oct 15th- car sex, m.s

oct 17th- mirror sex, c.s

oct 19th- oral, m.s

oct 21st- blowjob, c.s

oct 23rd- edging, m.s

oct 25th-,cockwarming c.s

oct 27th- mommy kink, m.s

oct 29th- choking, c.s

oct 31st- surprise, m.s

who wants to be tagged??

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iluvmattsbeard · 3 days ago

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naughty girl (m.s)

ex!bd!matt x reader

master list

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.

a/n: i need him to ruin me. anyways, hopefully you guys enjoyed that lol. alright, see you guys soon, again. 🤗

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