pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: matt has been so stress that he ignored everyone, which has led you to spend more time hanging out with chris and nick. however, matt is not pleased with the attention you are giving them, so he decides to address the situation.

warning: smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talking, crying, dom!matt, ass grabbing, unprotected sex, jealous, pet names (baby, love, slut, sweetheart), rough sex, nipple playing, slightly male masturbation, fingering.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest.

WORDS: 1.8k

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The Sturniolo triplets were back in Boston for a visit, which meant seeing your boyfriend once again. Although you had a somewhat distant relationship, it always worked smoothly because there was a strong foundation of trust between you both.

However, today Matt was acting cold and distant, mostly ignoring you while he buried himself in his phone. It stung, but you tried to push the pain aside. Since Matt didn't seem interested in spending time with you, you ended up hanging out with his two brothers, who you were close to.

You all gathered at their parents' house, where Chris excitedly talked about his new fresh love shirt that had just been released and sold out within hours. Meanwhile, Nick leaned on you for comfort, resting his head on your shoulder in a familiar gesture.

On the other couch, Matt avoided making eye contact and remained engrossed in his phone. Despite your efforts to get his attention, he seemed uninterested in engaging with you.

"I've missed you," Nick suddenly said, highlighting the close bond of friendship between you two. You smiled and replied, "I missed you as well," eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

You listened to Chris talking while Nick occasionally interrupted to correct him. As more conversations continued and you joined in, you noticed Matt texting someone, but you didn't do anything.

Nick seemed to notice as well, but chose to ignore it. Matt had been distant towards him and Chris since they arrived in Boston, claiming he needed space.

"Ignore him," Nick muttered quietly so Matt wouldn't hear. You raised an eyebrow and then nodded before returning your attention to your phone.

Chris became quiet, he was on his phone and then switched his focus to the TV as he picked a movie to watch. You kept an eye on Matt, who avoided making eye contact with you, except for one brief moment when you caught his gaze, resulting in a glare of disappointment.

You were puzzled by Matt's behavior but decided not to dwell on it. After that, you continued to focus on your phone.

Over the past hour, the three of you conversed while Matt remained stubborn. Just as you were all engaged in a new conversation, you received a message from Matt expressing his desire to talk.

You glanced at Matt, who in turn glanced back at you before getting up, presumably heading to his old room which was still here.

"I'll be back," you said, causing Nick to shift his head from resting on your shoulder. Even though he was focused on the TV, you noticed him nod in response.

You followed Matt into his room, where he closed and locked the door. As you observed his demeanor and then his expression, he leaned on the door with his arms crossed and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me, y/n?" you remained silent but was confused.

"Don't play dumb. I return from Boston, and you're paying more attention to my brothers than me. I'm your boyfriend - do I need to spell that word out?" he stated firmly and quickly, his anger palpable despite his controlled tone.

You met his gaze with a slight frown, about to respond, but he cut you off. "Don't even speak."

Choosing to stay silent, you held back your words and listened to him. Eventually, he approached you, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes.

He gazed at your features before kissing your lips, clearly under stress. He didn't mean to be snappy, but he needed some space.

"Matt.. listen," you said, pulling away, but he placed his index finger on your lips to silence you. "I didn't mean to snap at you or ignore you, but fuck I'm still angry," he admitted.

You nodded slightly, unsure of what to say, but he squeezed your ass and kissed your lips again, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

His tongue explored your mouth, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he kissed you passionately and you reciprocated.

He pressed your body against his, both of you with closed eyes while sharing a passionate kiss.

He eventually pulled away to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered.

You smiled slightly as he played with your shirt, you understood that he wanted to take it off so you allowed him. Without hesitation he took your shirt off, he had been wanting you for months since he no longer lived in Boston.

"Your not wearing a bra?" he mumbled, his eyes shifting from yours to your chest. He smirked and said, "I'm not sure if I should call you a slut, but I know you're mine, aren't you?"

He gently rubbed his thumb over your sensitive nipples, causing you to release a soft moan. "I am... for you, only you," you whispered.

He chuckled with desire in his voice, those words were what he longed to hear. He pinched your skin lightly before removing his hands from your breasts. "That's what I want to hear, baby," he said.

Removing his shirt, he pressed you against the wall, lifting you up and kissing your neck passionately, leaving dark marks as he trailed down to your chest.

Your soft moans only fueled his desire, making him harder with each passing moment. He was enthralled by the sound of your pleasure but held back.

Both of you longed for each other's touch, especially after nearly two months apart. "Matt..." you whispered softly, craving him as much as he desired you.

"Yes, my love?" he whispered, pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes with his captivating blue orbs. The bulge of his arousal pressed against you. "I see," he smirked, sensing your desire just from your expression.

He deftly removed your shorts and then your pants, leaving you exposed while he remained clad in jeans and boxers.

His gaze lingered on your body, the only one he adored and caressed. Studying every detail, he bit his lip, feeling the excitement building as pre-cum dampened his boxers.

"I can't hold back any longer," he murmured in your ear as he leaned in, swiftly discarding his jeans and boxers before guiding you to his bed and positioning himself on top of you.

Both naked now, with him over you, his focus remained solely on you. He pleasured himself with soft moans before once again claiming your lips with a passionate kiss.

Your fingers tangling in his hair caused a slight squirm, but he maintained his intense gaze on you before pulling back to admire the sight of your arousal and his own. "You want me, don't you?" he teased, noting how wet you had become.

The expression on your face already reveals your desires, but he wanted to hear you speak. "Come on, sweetheart, speak for me," he said before releasing his grasp, stroking himself, and teasing your clit with his thumb.

You bit your lip, closed your eyes, and arched your back. He smirked and continued, knowing you weren't going to speak, so he slipped two fingers inside you without warning.

"You're really not going to listen to me, huh? Just remember who pleases you well," he said firmly, curling his fingers and moving them in and out of you.

You moaned loudly, but he made sure you weren't too loud to avoid his brothers and parents hearing. He quickened his pace as his member throbbed and glistened with precum.

He left you yearning for him, tasting your arousal even though you hadn't climaxed on his fingers yet. He positioned himself at your entrance before sliding inside.

You moaned loudly, but he covered your mouth as he let out a grunt. He bit his lip hard as he pushed in further, forgetting that you weren't used to his considerable length after months.

You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as he was larger than what you were used to, especially after a few months. Tears welled up in your eyes but didn't fall. He noticed and understood the reason. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," you responded quietly. He slowed down to ensure your comfort, but as you improved, he began to thrust more forcefully than before.

The sound of skin slapping together echoed in the room as both of you moaned. He continued to penetrate you roughly, observing your facial expressions and the movement of your breasts with each thrust. He reached for your hair, moving it away from your face as he intensified his movements, venting his remaining frustration.

Feeling the mutual desire and connection, he began to speak, heightening your pleasure. "You love it when I take you like this, with my cock inside you."

"Matt," you whimpered as he just smirked, thrusting with intensity. You were seeing stars at this point, weakened by the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm close," he said, surprised by the sudden rush of sensation. It had been two months since he had been with anyone other than you. "Me too," you replied.

He nodded, pushing a few more times before climaxing with a moan. Sensing your imminent release, he intensified the pleasure by stimulating you with his fingers.

You reached your peak, as he tried to catch his breath and slowed down after your climax, resting on top of you.

"Damn baby, I've missed you," he mumbled, gently rubbing your neck adorned with love bites. You smiled and reciprocated by rubbing his back. "I missed you more," you whispered.

He gazed at you and chuckled softly. "Whatever makes you feel better," he said before withdrawing and lying down beside you on the bed.

As he took his last breath, he gazed up at the ceiling. "I was frustrated, not because I needed space, but because I couldn't climax... even when I was looking at your photos," he whispered.

You stared at him, then chuckled, but he whined and playfully slapped you. "Shut it, y/n," he said.

You smiled and continued to look at him, kissing his neck. "At least it explains why you were so upset earlier," you remarked, and he smiled before hugging you tightly.

Both of you remained quiet, still recovering from your intimate moment, until he spoke. "Are we okay now?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, kissing his head before embracing him, aware that you both needed to return to the lounge with his brothers soon.

You released him after a bit and encouraged him to do the same, causing him to groan. You quickly put your clothes back on, knowing that taking a shower would raise suspicions. "Come on, get up," you whispered, but he just groaned once more.