#�� shy!matt

[darksturnz]

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CONTENTS:・smut-heavy plot ・shypervy!matt ・pillow riding・unprotected p in v ・oral (m! & afab! receiving)・creampie ・fluff :3 + more WC: 5.1k

The blizzard outside was relentless, the kind that swallowed the streets of Boston in a suffocating white blanket and made the idea of stepping outdoors laughable. The windows of the apartment were fogged over, and every now and then the wind would whistle against the panes like it was testing the limits of the glass. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that trailed onto the floor, flipping through the channels with little interest.

Behind you, Matt stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hands. He had that slightly disheveled look about him, like he’d rolled out of bed without fully shaking off sleep—messy hair, hoodie wrinkled, socks mismatched. You didn’t mind. Matt was always a little like that: casual, a bit quiet, but solid and easy to be around.

“You know, I feel like we should be doing something,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Something like what?” he asked, his voice soft but curious.

“I don’t know. It’s a snow day! Aren’t snow days supposed to be fun?”

He took a sip of his coffee, giving you a small, lopsided smile. “They’re also for staying inside and not freezing to death. I think we’ve got that part down.”

You sighed dramatically, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “Come on, Matt. Live a little. We’ve been roommates for, what, three years? This is like our… fifth snowstorm together. We’ve gotta mix it up.”

“Mix it up how?”

You sat up, turning to face him with a spark of determination. “We could have a movie marathon. Or play a game. Or—wait, hear me out—we could build a pillow fort.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A pillow fort? Aren’t we a little old for that?”

“Never.” You grinned at him, sliding off the couch and padding over to where he stood. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want to. You’re just scared you’ll get out-engineered by me.”

Matt scoffed lightly, but his ears turned pink, something you didn’t notice as you rummaged through the hallway closet for extra pillows.

“Okay,” he said finally, setting his mug down and rubbing the back of his neck. “But don’t blame me if this thing collapses.”

“It won’t collapse if you do what I say.” You shot him a playful wink, which only made the flush on his cheeks deepen.

The two of you got to work, pulling cushions off the couch and draping blankets over chairs to form the roof. Matt quietly followed your lead, handing you supplies and occasionally mumbling things like, “That’s not gonna hold,” or “You’re gonna need more support there.”

At one point, you stood on the coffee table to adjust a blanket, and Matt reached out instinctively, his hand hovering near your back like he was afraid you might fall.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

His hand dropped, and he turned away, pretending to busy himself with straightening a pillow, though the faint redness creeping up his neck gave him away.

When the fort was finally done, it was a masterpiece—cozy and lopsided, with string lights you’d fished out of a storage box giving it a warm glow. You crawled inside first, sitting cross-legged on the floor and patting the space next to you.

“Come on, it’s not a real fort until you’re inside and it manages to stay up.”

He hesitated for a second, then ducked under the blanket and sat beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours in the cramped space.

“See? Isn’t this better than nothing?” you said, looking over at him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “It is.”

You handed him a bag of popcorn, your fingers grazing his, and he froze for just a moment before quickly taking it, his eyes fixed firmly on the string lights above.

The two of you spent the evening talking and laughing, the snowstorm forgotten as you swapped stories and debated over which childhood cartoons were the best. Every so often, Matt would glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his heart thudding a little harder when you laughed or smiled at him like he was the only person in the room, which he was but that’s besides the point.

Eventually, though, exhaustion started to creep in. You yawned, stretching your arms overhead.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you said, crawling out of the fort and standing up.

Matt followed you out, watching as you gathered the blanket you’d been using earlier. “Goodnight,” he said, his voice soft.

“Goodnight, Matt,” you replied, giving him a little wave as you disappeared down the hall.

He lingered in the living room for a moment, staring at the now-empty fort before heading towards the bathroom for a shower.

As you settled into bed, wrapping yourself in the familiar weight of your blankets, you heard it: the faint hum of the shower turning on down the hall. The steady rush of water filtered through the quiet apartment, a soothing yet distant sound that seemed to amplify the stillness of your room. You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the sound wash over you like white noise.

But the second your head hit the pillow, the restlessness crept in.

You sighed softly, rolling onto your side, then your back again, punching the pillow as if fluffing it would trick your body into cooperating. But it was no use. Insomnia—your unwelcome, all-too-familiar companion—was already settling in. This was how it went most nights, the routine so predictable it almost felt like a cruel joke.

The weight of exhaustion was there, heavy in your limbs, but your mind refused to follow. Thoughts you couldn’t quite name flitted just out of reach, intangible but persistent, keeping you from slipping into the oblivion of sleep.

Another sigh escaped your lips, quieter this time, like you were trying not to disturb the silence. You could still hear the water running, muffled now, but constant. Matt was probably rinsing away the day, oblivious to the small storm brewing in your head. You wondered absently how he always seemed so calm, so unbothered by the little things that left you tangled up and wide awake.

You rolled onto your side again, clutching the blankets a little tighter, hoping the rhythmic hum of the shower might somehow lull you to sleep. But it wasn’t working. If anything, it was having the opposite effect. Your mind wandered, unbidden, to the thought of Matt in the shower—steam rising, water trailing down his skin—and suddenly, your cheeks burned with a heat that had nothing to do with the blankets wrapped around you.

It was no secret, at least not to yourself, that Matt was incredibly attractive. Add to that his quiet sweetness, his unshakable respectfulness, and it was a combination that left your head spinning more often than you’d care to admit. It wasn’t just you, either—your mutual friends seemed baffled that the two of you had managed to live together for years without any “accidents” during late nights out. But then again, Matt was Matt. Respectful to a fault, impossibly shy, and so unaware of the effect he had on people—especially you—that it almost made you laugh.

Almost. Because right now, the thought of him was doing anything but making you laugh.

You squeezed your eyes shut, as if that might somehow chase away the thoughts swarming your mind. But it didn’t help. The image of Matt—droplets clinging to his collarbone—lingered stubbornly. You shifted restlessly, the blankets suddenly too warm, your heart beating just a little faster than it should.

This is ridiculous, you told yourself, burying your face into the pillow. He’s your roommate. He probably doesn’t even think about you like that.

And yet, some part of you couldn’t ignore the moments. The tiny, fleeting glances. The way he always seemed a little nervous when he stood too close. The way his ears turned red whenever you teased him, like he wasn’t used to being the center of someone’s attention.

You groaned softly, flipping onto your back and staring at the ceiling as if it held some sort of answer. The truth was, you’d been toeing the line with Matt for so long that even thinking about crossing it felt dangerous. But tonight, with the sound of the shower still running and your mind painting pictures you shouldn’t be entertaining, the line felt thinner than ever.

The water finally shut off, breaking through your thoughts. You held your breath, listening as the faint rustle of movement came from the bathroom—Matt grabbing a towel, maybe shaking out his hair. Your cheeks burned again at how vivid your imagination had become, and you pulled the blanket over your face like it might shield you from your own embarrassment.

Moments later, you heard his footsteps padding softly down the hallway. He paused outside your door, long enough that you wondered if he might knock. But instead, he moved on, his door creaking open before clicking softly shut.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the apartment quiet once more. But now, sleep felt even further away, your heart racing with the knowledge that Matt was just down the hall, freshly showered and unaware of the effect he had on you.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, rolling over for what felt like the hundredth time. But as you closed your eyes, his face was still there, vivid and unshakable, lingering in the quiet of the night.

Your body betrayed you completely, heat spreading across your skin as the thoughts grew harder to push away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, the rhythm almost deafening in the stillness of your room. It wasn’t just your cheeks burning anymore—your entire body felt warmer, the blankets suddenly suffocating as you kicked them off in frustration.

Your breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as if even the thought of him—his damp hair, the curve of his jaw, the way he’d probably look utterly at ease in the privacy of the bathroom—was too much to process. You pressed your thighs together instinctively, trying to quell the restless energy pooling in your stomach, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Your hands clenched at the sheets, gripping them tightly as you stared up at the ceiling, willing yourself to think about anything else. But it was impossible. Every time you tried to distract yourself, your mind circled back to him, to the sound of the shower and the way you imagined droplets clinging to his skin, how he’d towel his hair dry in that effortless, boyish way of his.

Another frustrated sigh escaped your lips, and you turned onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow. Your body refused to settle, every nerve ending feeling far too aware, far too alive. You hated how easily he got to you, how the mere idea of him could make your body react like this, even when you knew it was pointless to dwell on it.

Still, the thoughts lingered, stubborn and insistent, leaving you flushed and restless in the dark. You lay there for a moment longer, the ache between your legs growing stronger with each passing minute. The image of Matt fresh from the shower was seared into your mind. His scent, cedar wood and vanilla, seemed to linger in the air, taunting you with its closeness.

Unable to bear the torment any longer, you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. Your heart raced as you tiptoed towards your closet, retrieving your old pillow - one you'd secretly come to associate with these forbidden fantasies.

Returning to your bed, you positioned the pillow just so, imagining it was Matt beneath you. Slowly, you straddled it, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you began to grind against the soft surface.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rode the pillow with increasing fervor, lost in the fantasy of Matt's strong hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. In your mind's eye, his piercing blue gaze locked with yours, filled with equal parts desire and restraint.

"Fuck," you whispered, the word escaping through clenched teeth as the pressure built within you. The fabric of your thin cotton panties grew damp, adding to the delicious friction against your most sensitive places.

Meanwhile, just outside your bedroom door, Matt stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been about to knock on your door, to check if you needed anything before he seriously drifted off to sleep, your insomnia was always something he tried to find little tips and tricks on google to help you with it. But then he heard it - a soft, needy whimper that sent shivers down his spine.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he leaned closer to the door, straining to hear more. And then he heard it again, unmistakable this time: "Matt." Your voice, breathy and laden with desire, calling out his name.

Unable to resist, he slowly turned the knob, cracking open the door just enough to peer inside. The sight that greeted him nearly brought him to his knees. There you were, riding a pillow with wild abandon, your face contorted in pleasure as you chased your release.

Matt's mouth went dry as he watched you, transfixed by the erotic display before him. His cock twitched in his sweatpants, already half-hard from the tantalizing sounds spilling from your lips. He knew he should look away, give you privacy, but he couldn't tear his gaze from the mesmerizing sight of your hips undulating against the pillow.

Unconsciously, one hand drifted to his crotch, palming himself through the thin fabric. A low groan escaped him as he imagined it was his body you were grinding against, his name you were moaning so sweetly. Lost in the fantasy, he began to stroke himself in earnest, his breathing growing heavier with each pass of his hand.

As you continued to ride the pillow, lost in your own world of pleasure, Matt watched with bated breath. His hand moved faster over his now fully erect cock, the wet sounds of your arousal mingling obscenely with his own harsh pants. Sweat beaded on his brow as he struggled to maintain his silence, desperate not to alert you to his presence.

As your climax approached, your movements became more frantic, more urgent. Your fingers dug into the pillow, anchoring yourself as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. "Matt!" you cried out, his name a prayer on your lips as you shattered completely.

At the same moment, Matt felt his own orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in his gut. With a final, strangled groan, he spilled into his hand, his vision going white as intense pleasure consumed him. For a long moment, he remained rooted to the spot, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Then reality came crashing back in. What the hell had he done? Guilt and shame washed over him as he realized the depths of his betrayal. You trusted him, and here he was, spying on you in such an intimate moment, using you for his own twisted gratification.

As the last tremors of your climax faded, you slowly opened your eyes, feeling deliciously spent and satisfied. It was only then that you noticed the faint crack of light seeping in from the slightly ajar bedroom door, illuminating the shadowy figure standing just beyond the threshold.

Your gaze snapped up, locking with Matt's wide, guilty eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he had just run a marathon. And there, plain as day, was the unmistakable wet patch darkening the front of his sweatpants, the outline of his still-prominent erection clearly visible.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both stunned into silence by the weight of the revelation. Then, as if in slow motion, Matt's hands emerged from his waistband, his face twisting with a mixture of shame and residual lust. "I..."

"I'm sorry," Matt managed to choke out, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to express the depth of his regret and self-loathing.

He took a step back, ready to flee, to escape the condemning judgment he expected to see in your eyes. But something stopped him - perhaps it was the way you looked at him, not with anger or disgust, but with a hunger that mirrored his own.

"I saw you," he whispered, his gaze dropping to the pillow still clutched between your thighs. "I heard you saying my name, and I... I couldn't stop myself." His hand drifted back to his crotch, cupping himself almost involuntarily. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Your breath caught in your throat at Matt's raw confession, desire warring with trepidation in your chest. This was dangerous territory, crossing lines that could never be uncrossed. Yet the aching need pulsing between your legs urged you forward, drowning out the voice of reason.

Slowly, deliberately, you sat up, letting the pillow fall away as you met Matt's heated gaze. "Show me," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Show me what I do to you."

Matt swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down just enough to free his straining erection. It sprang forth, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Your pulse raced as you drank in the sight of Matt's impressive length, your cunt clenching around nothing with renewed desire. Part of you wanted to reach out, to touch, to taste, but you held yourself back, waiting to see how far he would take this forbidden game.

Matt's hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a slow pump from base to tip. A shudder ran through him at the contact, his head falling back as he let out a low moan. "Fuck, y/n," he panted, his voice strained with need. "The things I want to do to you..."

His hand moved faster, stroking himself with purposeful intent. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and bitten-off curses.

Emboldened by Matt's brazen display, you rose from the bed on trembling legs, closing the distance between you with deliberate slowness. His eyes widened as you drew near, his hand faltering in its rhythm as he took in your small frame, your old band t-shirt brushing against your bare thighs and your face flushed and glistening with sweat.

"Touch me," you demanded softly, guiding his free hand under your shirt and to your breast. "I want to feel you."

Matt obliged eagerly, his calloused palm molding to the supple flesh, thumb grazing over the pebbled peak. Electricity zipped through your veins at the contact, stoking the fire burning low in your belly.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out, wrapping slender fingers around his throbbing cock. Matt groaned gutturally, his hips bucking into your grip as you began to stroke him in tandem with his own movements.

Lost in a haze of lust, Matt surrendered to the exquisite sensations assaulting his senses. Your soft hand on his aching cock, the press of your pert breast against his palm, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling his nostrils - it was almost too much to bear.

With a growl, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His hungry gaze raked over your naked form, drinking in every dip and curve like a man starved. "So fucking beautiful," he rasped, reverent and awestruck.

Lowering his head, he captured one perky nipple between his lips, suckling greedily as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Your answering moan spurred him on, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, kneading the firm globe possessively.

Matt's demeanor shifted abruptly, his usual shyness melting away like snow under the summer sun. In its place was a raw, primal dominance that sent shivers racing down your spine.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble. There was no room for argument, no trace of the hesitant boy you knew. This was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you.

Obediently, you sank to the floor, your heart pounding in your ears as you gazed up at him through lowered lashes. Matt towered over you, his cock jutting proudly.

"Open your mouth," he growled, fisting a hand in your hair and guiding you closer.

Your lips parted automatically, a thrill of submission coursing through you at Matt's commanding tone. He wasted no time, feeding his thick length past your lips and onto your tongue, groaning at the slick heat enveloping him.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, setting a punishing pace as he fucked your face with abandon. One hand remained tangled in your hair, holding you steady while the other braced against the wall behind you, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust.

Saliva dripped down your chin as you struggled to accommodate his girth, your jaw aching with the strain. But the depravity of it all, the sheer wrongness of being used so roughly by your roommate and best friend, only heightened your arousal.

Your muffled moans vibrated around Matt's cock as he continued to use your mouth for his pleasure, his balls slapping against your chin with each brutal snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you didn't dare pull away, submitting wholly to his dominance.

"That's it, take it all," Matt snarled, his voice guttural and rough with lust. "Bein’ such a good girl f’me, aren't you?"

His filthy words sent liquid heat straight to your core, your neglected cunt clenching around emptiness for the umpteenth time tonight. You needed more, craved the feel of him stretching you open, claiming you in the most primal way possible.

As if sensing your desperation, Matt suddenly withdrew, leaving you gasping and bereft.

"Need you so fuckin' bad, been waitin' years for this shit, kid," Matt rasped, his voice dripping with pent-up hunger. Before you could even process his words, he had you lifted off your feet, strong hands gripping your thighs as he tossed you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

You bounced slightly on the mattress, the springs creaking under your combined weight. Matt was on you in an instant, pinning you beneath his larger frame as he forced your legs apart, exposing your dripping sex to his ravenous gaze.

"Christ," he panted, his eyes dark with lust. "fuckin’ dripping baby, look at that, already making such a mess on your bed and i’ve yet to touch you."

Matt wasted no time burying his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds without preamble. “Matt! oh-“ You cried out sharply at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off the bed as he lapped at your essence like a man possessed.

"Mmmph, so sweet," he mumbled against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward. His nose nudged your swollen clit, inhaling deeply as if savoring your unique musk. "Could eat this pretty pussy all day long."

Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your fluttering hole, pumping in and out at a relentless pace. They curled just so, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot inside you, coaxing you towards the edge with ruthless efficiency.

"Oh god, Matt!" you keened, your voice high and breathy with need. Your fingers scrabbled desperately at the sheets beneath you, seeking stability as the intense pleasure threatened to consume you whole. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Your hips bucked wildly, grinding shamelessly against his talented mouth as he worked you over with single-minded focus. The obscene wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and his guttural groans of satisfaction.

It was filthy, debauched, everything you'd ever fantasized about late at night when you were alone with nothing but your imagination and your trusty vibrator for company.

Matt's tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves until you saw stars. His fingers never ceased their relentless assault, curling and twisting inside you, stroking along your inner walls with practiced precision.

"M’gonna...gonna come!" you sobbed, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy. Every muscle in your body pulled taut, quivering with the force of your impending release. "oh my god"

With a triumphant growl, he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his fingers pistoning furiously. That was all it took to send you hurtling over the precipice, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave of pure bliss.

As the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, Matt shifted his position, moving to hover over your trembling form. You could feel the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance, smearing the copious juices seeping from your tight hole.

A small puddle of your combined fluids had formed beneath you, staining the sheets with irrefutable evidence of your mutual desire. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

Matt groaned low in his throat as he rubbed the swollen tip of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself liberally in your essence. The drag of his thick shaft against your sensitive flesh drew another desperate whimper from your lips, your hips canting upwards in silent invitation.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me," he rasped, his voice rough with barely restrained lust. "Bet this tight little cunt is just dyin' to be stretched wide on my cock, isn't she?"

"Yes, please," you breathed, your voice hoarse from screaming his name mere moments ago. " need you inside me, been wanting this for so long..."

Your hands roamed restlessly over his broad shoulders and back, mapping the planes of his muscular body. You could feel the tension thrumming through him, the barely leashed control he was exerting over himself.

"Please, Matt," you whimpered again, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles at the small of his back. "Don't make me beg."

“As much as I’d love to hear that shit,” he huffs out and with a guttural moan, Matt surged forward, bottoming out in one powerful thrust. Your velvety walls clenched greedily around him, drawing him deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he fought to maintain some semblance of restraint. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made just for me."

He began to move then, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in with bruising force. Each snap of his hips drove you further up the bed, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall in a lewd counterpoint to the obscene squelch of his cock plundering your sopping wet cunt.

The pressure built steadily within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each punishing thrust. Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as you clung to him desperately, urging him deeper still.

"Harder-please," you demanded breathlessly, tilting your hips to meet his increasingly erratic strokes. "wanna feel you for days."

Your plea seemed to shatter the last vestiges of his control. With a feral snarl, Matt flipped you over onto your stomach, hauling your ass up into the air. He kicked your legs apart with his knee, opening you up completely to his hungry gaze.

"Gonna ruin this sweet little cunt," he promised darkly, delivering a sharp smack to your upturned rear. "Fill you up 'til you're leakin' with my cum."

"Yes, yes, fuck!" you chanted deliriously, pushing back against him with wild abandon. Each brutal thrust sent sparks of pleasure-pain racing up your spine, stoking the inferno building in your core.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely throughout the room, punctuated by your loud cries and his grunts. Sweat dripped down his brow, plastering stray locks of hair to his forehead as he rutted into you like a madman.

"M’close," he bit out through clenched teeth, his movements growing increasingly erratic. "Come with me, baby. Wanna feel this tight pussy milking me dry."

With a strangled cry, you came undone, your release crashing over you like a tsunami. Your walls clamped down vice-like around his pistoning length, rippling along every inch as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

The sensation proved too much for Matt. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your cunt. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, marking you irrevocably as his.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, simply basking in the afterglow as you struggled to catch your breath. Finally, Matt rolled to the side, gathering you close and tucking your head beneath his chin.

"That was...fuck," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your sweat-damp temple. "Best damn snow day of my life."

The two of you lay tangled together, limbs intertwined as you slowly drifted back to reality. The world outside continued to rage, wind howling and snow piling up, but here in the cocoon of Matt's arms, all was warm and peaceful.

As your breathing evened out, you felt a strange sense of contentment wash over you. This was more than just a casual hookup born of opportunity and circumstance - there was a connection here, something real and profound.

Matt seemed to sense it too. He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize your scent. "Let me stay tonight," he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable but this time in a way you'd never heard before. "wanna hold you 'til morning."

A sleepy smile curved your lips as you nodded against his chest. "Stay," you mumbled, already feeling yourself slipping towards slumber. "Wanna wake up with you."

Matt pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his strong arms tightening around you possessively. "Sleep, sweetheart. I got you."

As consciousness faded away, you couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so safe, so cherished. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new uncertainties - but for now, wrapped up in the warmth of Matt's embrace, everything was exactly as it should be.

And you could finally sleep.

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COMFORT- SHY!MATT x SHY!READER

summary- matt loves how comfortable darling is around him, it turns him on at certain times (matt being a whole different person in bed.. yum)

cw: SMUT; dom(ish)!matt, p in v, making out, nipple play, oral!f receiving, creampie, FLUFF

an: thank you to this anon (also, this is my first ever shy!matt x darling smut fic, p.s i know the pajama bottoms are actually shorts but pretend they're underwear)

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it was that point in their relationship where darling was getting very comfortable around matt-and vice versa-, not that she wasn't ever comfortable around him, just comfortable in a different light. she started doing things around him that she would only do when she was alone. one of those things is walk around in her underwear or bra.

"i'm gonna shower really quick." she said with her clothes and towel in hand. "okay, i'll be here." matt smiles as he sits against her headboard her fluffy blanket over his lap. matt being matt, puckers his lips signaling he wants a kiss. darling doesn't think anything of it, in all honestly she loves when he does that, it's because normal for them.

she even catches herself doing it sometimes. "mwah!" she intentionally says as she plants a kiss onto his lips, she can still taste the faint sherbet ice cream they shared. "don't take long, i'll miss you." he teases, squeezing her hip gently. "i'll try not to." she pecks his lips this time before making her way to the bathroom out in the hall.

as matt waited for her, scrolling through her streaming services on her tv, he got up and went down to the kitchen to get a snack. darling's parents were currently out on a camping trip since it was their anniversary weekend. with their permission, matt was able to come and stay over. they trusted matt and darling as they were once young and in love.

he opened the fridge grabbing two cold water bottles as he noticed her water bottle was almost empty. placing both of them on the island counter, matt opened the pantry and scanned the shelves. he saw the half eaten tray of her dad's strawberry danish and held back from grabbing a piece. her dad was serious about his danishes.

opting for some chips and a bit of chocolate chip cookies, he made his way back upstairs into her bedroom. as matt passed the bathroom, he heard the running water and her slight humming to the song she played on low volume.

matt returned back to the room and dug into the snacks he had brought up. still continuing to scroll through the streaming services, he didn't choose anything because he wanted to wait for darling and see what she would want to watch.

he looked around her room noticing small details that she had added. a new sonny angel hipper was added to the back of her flatscreen tv, the calendar matt had gifted her with pictures of them was hung up on her closet door, and a new pair of shoes was added to her shoe rack. he noticed every little detail.

it was about fifteen minutes later when darling walked through the door, her hair up in her designated hair towel. when matt realized what she was wearing, his breath hitched. she wore a white teddy bear tank paired with matching teddy bear boxer like underwear.

she had just started doing this around matt, walking around in her underwear. he cleared his throat as he caught himself watching her as she went into her closet to put her dirty clothes into her hamper. "find something to watch?" she said in a soft tone as she sat in her vanity across the room, watching him through the mirror as she combed her hair. "huh- oh- uh, no. i was uh- i was waiting for you. see what you wanted to watch."

she didn't realize his now worked up state. "you can put modern family back on." darling did her skincare, and lathered herself in her sweet scented lotion that drove matt crazy. he went to hulu to put the show, but he kept glancing back at darling who stood up to lather her legs.

the ends of her underwear rode up slightly and exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks. "shit." he muttered under his breath, shifting in the bed putting the blanket back over his lap. darling came closer to the bed and smiled at matt. "i feel so clean." she giggled, sitting on top of the blanket. "baby, are you not hot?" her dad had cranked up the heater before he left and it was really warm in the house.

"no- no, not really." he nervously chuckled, her scent engulfed his sense of smell. he looked down to play with his fingers, but caught eye of her plump thighs. "well i am. it's like ninety degrees in here." she fanned her tank top. matt stared at her and noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra either.

they were a couple of episodes in and darling ended up laying on her belly towards the end of the bed, which was the worst decision in matt's eyes. the curve of her ass was taunting him. the way it jiggled when she laughed or made a slight movement to get comfy, and the way her underwear rode up more.

darling didn't do it intentionally, in all honesty the thought of matt being worked up didn't cross her mind. she soon sat up and scooted to matt. "i'm bored." she told him, kneeling next to him running a hand through his hair. "what do you wanna do?" he said, his eyes raking up to her eyes and down to her lips.

"are you sure you're okay? you look pretty flustered." she furrows her eyebrows. "baby-" she gasped. "are you.. hard?" he groaned. "darling.. you're- you just look so good." she blushed at his words. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped you all this time." she moved the blanket off of him and straddled his lap. matt was never one to just ask for sex- he was too shy to do so, he would give her little touches here and there or just stare at her.

"you know why." his hands came to rest on the silver of her skin where her tank top rode up. her hips slowly rolled against his. "baby." his threw his head slightly back. darling took the opportunity to kiss against his neck. matt got hold of her chin and connected their lips in a hungry kiss. "such a tease, hm? wearing your tiny panties around me." his finger dipped into the waistband of her underwear and let it slap against her skin. "mmph!" she whined against his lips.

"can i?" he pulled away from her, their lips red and swollen, his hands slipped under her tank top, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "please- yes." she nodded- she was now as equally as needy as him. matt wasted no time in taking her shirt off. her full, round tits on display for him. "so pretty, darling. so fucking pretty." he growled, taking her right tit into his mouth. his wet, pink tongue swirled around her nipple as he stared up at her, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"matt, oh- shit." her back arched, furthering herself more into matt. "love your tits, babe." he popped off of her nipple, moving onto the left one as his hand came up to knead the one he had in his mouth before.

after some time, he began to trail kisses around her chest up to her collarbone, up her neck eventually making it back to her lips. "lay on the bed f'me. c'mon." he patted the side of her thigh. darling came off of his thigh and laid next to him. matt hovered over her, pressing a few kisses to her neck. his kisses trailed down her body until he reached the hem of her underwear. "matt- please." she looked down at him.

"patience, darling." matt continued to press teasing kisses along her underwear. a wet patch began to form on her panties. "wet already?" he smirked, his finger prodding at the patch. "mhm- so wet for you." she rolled her hips wanting more. after pressing a kiss to her wetness, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down. "lift up f'me." she lifted her hips so he'd be able to pull them down her legs.

he tossed the underwater somewhere on the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders. "look at that. pussys so pretty." matt was face to face with her glistening folds that we're aching to be touched. darling shivered when his breath fanned against her wetness.

pressing kisses along her inner thighs, so very close to her core, matt licked and nipped until she was a squirming wanted to be licked where she needed it most. "please, stop- stop teasing." she whined, gripped his hair to try and guide him to her pussy. "am i being mean, hm?" his tongue made very small contact, but quickly pulled away.

matt thought he had teased enough and dipped his tongue into her hole, licking a stripe up to her clit. "oh- yes!" she smiled at the feeling of his warm tongue on her. "so good, darling. taste so good." he lapped up her arousal. sucking on her lips, her back arched at the sensation- the suction around her lips and the vibrations of his muffled moans.

"just like that- fuck!" her hands fisted at the bed sheets as she didn't want to hurt matt's scalp. darlings moans and pants filled the room, her constant whines when matt would pull away for a split second. matt's hands trailed up her body as she continued to eat her out. his fingertips found her tits and he rolled her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.

he soon pulled away due to the ache in his pants becoming too much. "baby, please let me- let me fuck you." he mumbled as he kissed up her body. he sucked a few marks onto her neck. darlings hands creeped into his hair. "mhm, yes. i want you in me." she whispered into his ear, his hips rolled against her. "yeah?" he bit down on her neck. "so bad, please." she held the sides of his face and stared at him. matt broke into a smug smile, leaning down to press their lips together.

as their lips and tongue clashed together, matt pulled down both his pants and underwear throwing them somewhere. he stroked his hard cock a couple of times, pulling away from the kiss. darling looked down to where his cock was and saw the red leaking tip, her pussy clenched around nothing. "ready f'me?" he said, slapping his dick against her clit. "yes, i'm ready." she nodded, biting her bottom lip.

matt lined his tip up with her wet hole and slowly pushed into her. darling moaned feeling the familiar stretch of matt's cock. "so tight." matt's jaw slacked at her warm walls squeezing him. once he bottomed out, he waited a few moments until she was ready for him to move.

"you can- you can move." she nodded, grabbing onto his shoulders. matt pushed out before thrusting back in making them both moan at the same time. "yes, just like that. faster, baby." darling whined. he accepted her wishes and picked up the speed.

the wet noises, along with their moans, now filled the air in her room. the occasional bang of the headboard against the wall was covered by the lewd noises. "feel you squeezing my cock, darling." he kissed just below her ear. "it's so good, matt. don't stop." her moans continued.

minutes later, matt pulled out causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. "matt- what- what are you doing." her glossy eyes looked up at him. "shh, it's okay, pretty." he pressed a kiss to her lips. "want you to flip over f'me. hands and knees, yeah?" matt knew that her being on all fours made it feel better and deeper for her. she nodded, her damp hair from her shower and the slight sweat made the baby hairs stick along her hairline.

matt got on his knees to give her space to flip over. once she was situated, matt got behind her and caressed the soft and plump skin of her ass. his hand grabbed his dick and ran it up and down her puffy, wet folds. "oh- matt." she arched her back as he circled his tip against her hole. matt didn't ram himself in, but he certainly didn't hold back. her high pitched moans and whimpers began again. only this time they were louder due to the new position and angle.

"f-fuck, you're so deep." she mumbled against the bed sheets. her once hands and knees position turned into her being face down ass up. "yeah? feel me so deep inside of your tummy, babe." his hands came to the side of her ass, holding her as he went in and out of her. "so fucking deep." she repeated.

darling felt the familiar pressure building up in her lower belly, so she began backing her ass into him. matt groaned when he realized what she was doing. "you close, hm?" he groaned, his right hand on her ass and the other on the back of her neck. "yes- yes, so close. don't stop." she cried, wanting her release.

"cum for me. cum all over my dick." matt began to do long, deep strokes. "shit- just like that." the movement in his thrusts brought her more to the edge. her fingers curled into the pillow as she mewled. "i'm- fuck, i'm cumming!" her legs trembled as she released. "that's it, baby. all over my dick, mhm." he thrusted a couple of more times before he felt the familiar sensation.

"babe- i'm close." he gently brought her up to where her back was pressed up against his chest. "cum in me. want all of it, plea- please." she cried, her hand coming behind his head as he nipped at her neck. "oh- shit." his cock twitched inside of her as he came. matt kept messily thrusting against her as he rode his high.

once she started to whine, he stopped as he knew that she had become sensitive. "it's okay, i've got you." he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. slowly and carefully he laid her back down, still staying inside of her. "is it okay if i pull out? need to clean you up." she nodded. slowly, he pulled out watching as his cum leaked out of her. matt held back a groan at the sight.

"i'll be back, gonna get some tissue."

when matt finished cleaning her up, they showered together. "baby, c'mere. wanna braid your hair." matt patted his lap. "really? think you got it?" she teased. "i definitely improved since last time." darling sat in between his legs as he worked with her hair. "so it's right over left- no, no. right over left." he muttered to himself.

although he had to restart a couple of times, he finally finished it. matt took a picture and showed her. "alright, what do you think of my masterpiece?" he handed her his phone and wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her into his chest. "it's definitely something, i'll tell you that." she giggled. some parts were pretty loose and in some her hair was sticking out. "hey, i thought i did pretty good." he pouted, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"just gotta keep on practicing." she turned around and booped his nose.

[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ BUNNY!READER x SHY!MATT

when shy!matt got bunny!reader a pair of panties as a joke.. except it's not really anymore (p!link)

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... dry jumping, groping, kissing, titty sucking, grinding, pet names (bunny, bun, baby)

it was only meant as a joke.. matt had this adorable habit of calling you ‘bunny’ rather than the usual nicknames couples came up with—babe, sweetheart, love, baby, you name it.

so when he saw those white panties with a bunny tail on the back when he was out shopping with you for halloween? he had to get them.. maybe order them online.

but today was far from halloween, it wasn’t even gonna be halloween for months, and he’d forgotten completely about them while sitting by his desk..

well, you certainly hadn’t. a couple weeks ago you stumbled across them, lying in the very back of matt’s closet when looking for a shirt. for a second, you were confused, flustered even. why would he have those? what were they for? did you forget about them?

“matt, what are these?” you’d quietly asked when you returned to him sitting by the counter in the kitchen, shyly holding the pair up in front of him while looking up at him with almost wide eyes.

oh my god. he wanted to bury himself, forgotten all about the almost naughty piece of clothing—naughty if taken in the wrong context of the silly pet name.

“o-oh i just.. those were meant for halloween last year, i-it wasn’t anything serious.. yeah, forget about it..” he mumbled awkwardly, immediately flushing a deep red at the sight of you standing there, the fabric pinched between your fingers, showing off the fluffy tail.

after that awkward interaction, you thought why not just keep them? it was a little, funny inside joke, nothing more than that.. right?

well, they were supposed to just be kept as a joke and left in the back of your drawer, kept closed and hidden away, but honestly? you thought it was a little too funny not to be used, even to be tried on.

hence why you strutted your way into your room where matt was, wearing only the pretty panties with a fluffy pom-pom looking tail on your lower back, and a white lace tank top to go along with the theme.

“ta-daaa,” you smiled, spreading your arms to show off, spinning in a circle for him to show the whole little thing off.

matt was struck when he looked up from his computer. his eyes went wide, his cheeks growing hot and warm, all blood rushing straight from his face to his dick. honestly, he was suppressing a whimper at the sight alone, his eyes tracing over your body while he felt his cock harden under his palm.

“o-oh my god,” he whispered, going completely bashful at the sight of your pretty little self, strutting and showing off for him.

your own face went a little pink. sure, you and matt were intimate, but it never really included stuff like this. it wasn’t anything that came to mind since you both were way too timid to suggest it.

“do you like it?” you asked with a soft smile, giving him another twirl, your hair bouncing while sitting perfectly and neat atop of your shoulders.

to say he liked it was an understatement. of course he liked it, his cock was obviously tenting in his pants, having to suppress a groan from your adorable little costume-like outfit.. if you could even call it that.

he swallowed his nerves, giving you an awkward but firm nod, “y-yeah.. it’s cute bunny,” his voice was small and soft, his eyes drifting back to yours, his skin prickling.

quickly, you bounced closer to him, carefully but confidently making your way into his lap, throwing a leg over his hips. he had no clue what to do, not in this situation. not when you looked that cute, his hands awkwardly flailing over your waist.

“touch me- please baby,” you whispered, slowly wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while settling in his lap, his erection poking against your inner thighs.

your words made a shiver run down his spine, brushing his fingers over the soft skin under your top, running his hands down your sides and hips. he looked up at you, watching as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, a smile still evident on your lips.

matt’s lips were halfway parted, allowing him to let out a little gasp when you unintentionally brushed your thigh over his cock, your hands reaching to cup his jaw in your hands.

he leaned in, brushing his lips over yours until he more firmly pressed against you, his hands getting a good grip on your hips. you cradled his face in your hands to pull him closer, both your eyes fluttered shut and noses occasionally brushing against the others, while he slowly started to guide your hips over his crotch.

you gasped into the kiss, the sudden control matt took making your stomach erupt wildly with butterflies. the gasp you let out allowed matt to drag his tongue across your lower lip, seeking entrance—which he was granted immediately.

he ran his tongue across yours, careful as if to savor the moment, his wet muscle entangling with yours.

matt shuddered beneath you, his head still spinning from the sight of you in those panties he’s bought as a silly joke. he’d honestly never really expect to see you in them, let alone have you in his lap like this, looking so cute.

carefully, he guided you back and forth, his slightly trembling hands slipping from your hips down the sides of your thighs, before reaching your ass.

you continued to roll your hips, your already wet pussy dragging perfectly across his the hard bulge beneath you, making you whine into the kiss. your skin was hot, your face pink and red from his fingers gripping the plush skin of your ass, kneading the skin under his hands.

“m-matt..” you whined when you pulled back from his glistening lips, looking down at him to meet his eyes, guiding you almost erratically but precisely on top of him.

he hummed in response, before attaching his lips to your jaw, pressing a soft peck that left a wet mark on your skin, before continuing down your neck, “so.. so cute,”

you let out a sigh of pleasure, your hands going to twirl his hair between your digits, pushing him closer to you.

he couldn’t stop himself from leaving a small mark on your skin, admiring the sight for just a second, before moving on to leave a couple more.. or just a few. he couldn’t wait for those red spots to turn a deeper purple tomorrow, how he would trace them in the soft morning light.

“y’look.. so pretty bun,” his words were muffled against your skin, his fingertips digging into your lush skin, leaving a red mark behind from his harsh squeezing and groping.

his lips continued sucking on your flesh, eventually reaching your collarbone, letting a breathy moan slip here and there. matt’s touching and kissing causing you to turn completely nervous and baffled almost. he was usually too shy to even touch you when making out.

“f-fuck, matt-“ you whimpered, his hands kneading your bottom repeatedly causing your needy clit to rub deliciously against the fabric of the panties, on top of his rock-hard erection.

the consistent rubbing and grinding of your wet pussy left a wet patch on his sweatpants, but neither of you cared too much about that right now to notice, too busy enveloped in each other.

it wasn’t long before his lips met the fabric of your top, letting one of his hands sneak to the strap.

“c-can i? it’s in the way,” he husked, his voice soft like lace.

you could only nod in response before his fingers dragged the strap of your top down your shoulder, the other one following. deliberately, he tugged the fabric down your front, exposing your chest to him. all while doing this, you gazed down at him, too lost in the bliss to say or do anything.

slowly, he pressed a few kisses to the side of your breast, making your breath hitch for a moment, your teeth nibbling on your lip. he then attached his lips to your hardening nipple, kissing and swirling his tongue around the bud, emitting a moan from you.

“o-oh god,” you whined, your core only aching even more from the pleasure sent straight through your body, a pool of heat forming in your lower back.

matt then slowly resumed your movements on top of him, both his hands returning to your ass to get a firm grasp, all while he tried to distribute equal kisses and lick to both of your exposed tits.

you could already feel the tension in your lower tummy increase, your clit aching and swollen, grinding almost pathetically on top of him to relieve the ache. matt was on the same page, his cock throbbing from the restraint of his boxers and sweatpants—but yet that wasn’t enough to eliminate any pleasure he was receiving.

matt was nibbling and sucking carefully but precisely on your tits, his lips leaving behind a trail of small, red marks across your sensitive skin, occasionally swirling his tongue around your nipple. your back was arched, fingers tangled in his hair to press him closer, and eyebrows knitted up in pleasure.

“i-i think i’m gonna.. gonna come,” your voice was high pitched and whiny, letting matt’s guiding take over your movements completely, allowing him to take control, while he pulled back from your chest to look up at you.

with his head out of the way, you could have a look at the marks scattered across your tits and the valley of them, your face flushing and skin heating up with need. the sight alone was enough to make you whimper.

“m-me too.. i-“ he nodded weakly in response with a whimper, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

his muscles tightened when he felt himself inch closer and closer to his release, already feeling his cock twitch in his pants, yet he wanted you to be pushed over the edge first.

and to his luck, it wasn’t long before your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, an almost desperate moan of his name emitted from your parted lips, until you let go completely, the tension in your tummy snapping.

matt’s continuous guiding of your body caused your already drooling pussy to swipe across his pants, leaving a wet spot on the fabric, soaking through the thin lace of the panties.

matt groaned at the sight, accidentally jerking his hips up to meet yours, almost choking on a moan of your name. a second later, the tip of his already leaking cock spurted hot ropes of his seed into his boxers, leaving a wet mark right next to the one you left.

eventually you both looked at each other, your faces flushed and hot, eyes wide, and heart racing. matt was the first one to break a smile, chuckling lightly at the sight of your eyes, which you returned, giggling softly.

“i- well..” he mumbled shyly, almost nervous while the icky feeling of his cum smearing against the fabric of his boxers, making him grimace.

you did the same, the feeling of your slick panties making you wince, giggling along with the look of matt’s face.

his fingers then reached for the fabric of your tank top, helping you get the straps back up to sit on your shoulders like before, but not without giving your bruised and marked tits a final glance.

“we should- we should probably clean up..” matt muttered, back to running his flat palms over the skin of your ass, now red and bruised, his touch much more gentle than it was a moment ago.

you blinked, staring at him with a gaze full of love, nodding along with his quiet words. “do.. do you wanna shower with me?” you suggested, taking his fingers between yours.

matt nodded slowly before he got to think, watching as you went to stand up with an almost proud smile, the little tail of your panties wiggling when you turned around to head for the bathroom.

“you don’t.. think we should keep those?” he smiled while following right behind you, hand in hand, all while giving the tail a gentle tug, causing you to yelp when the elastic band snapped back onto your skin.

more shy!matt x bunny!reader here

𝜗𝜚˚࿔notes: imagine they FUCKED in the shower🔥

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♯┆fully introducing. . . shy!matt .ᐟ

making you feel good is one of shy!matt's favourite things to do, whether that's using his tongue, fingers or cock — but he can't look at you when he does it.

matt's face is nuzzled in your neck as he lays on top of you, his warm breath fanning over your skin while he ruts his hips against yours, his cock pressing hard against the front of his sweatpants, the friction making you moan quietly.

frank ocean's 'nikes' plays softly from the speakers of his pc, filling the room with music, blending in with the sounds of pleasure that escape you from each roll of his hips.

his lips start to trail across your shoulder and collarbone, ringed hands gripping the hem of your shirt before quickly moving his head beneath the material, mouthing at your chest with pleased hums.

your back arches into his touch, happy to have gone braless when you feel his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth as his hand kneads the other — providing equal attention.

he's moving his lips south, trailing more kisses and light grazes of teeth down your stomach, and when you shirt slides from his head to reveal his fluffy hair and blue eyes, he's turning his head away.

"stop lookin' at me," he murmurs quietly as he sits on his knees between your parted legs, his hands smoothing up your thighs nervously. "stop. i — i can feel you lookin' at me."

"you're so cute," you say with a teasing tone, and you watch as matt's eyebrows knit together, shifting slightly. "matt, i'm..."

your words simmer, your gaze locked on matt as he settles on the bed, laying flat on his stomach and pulling the covers over him, obstructing him from your view.

you would find the lump beneath the covers amusing if it wasn't for your utter confusion, and you push yourself up to lean on your elbows, preparing to question him until you feel it.

he's staring at the wet patch on your underwear, his finger gently stroking over the damp material and he feels pleased when your legs twitch, and hears your gasp — the sound muffled from being under the covers.

matt keeps his thumb to your covered pussy as he rubs his face against your inner thighs, pressing kisses to the skin as he adjusts your legs on his shoulders, dragging you down closer to his face.

he keeps kissing your thighs for a moment until he suddenly turns his head, pressing his mouth to your pussy, his tongue pushing at the fabric.

he feels elevated when he hears you make a noise — a sharp intake of breathe before letting out a drawn out moan.

your thighs are squeezing around his head, and it takes matt a whole lot to not go through with the sudden urge of ripping the material in half. instead, he chooses to pull them to the side, revealing your glistening pussy.

he waits no time in putting his mouth back on you, dragging his tongue through your folds with gentle caresses before swirling around your clit and sucking, feeling your legs tremble at the sensation.

when his tongue prods at your hole, forcing its way inside, he's startled when he hears the rustle of the covers above his head — pausing all ministrations as he cautiously glances up, heat crawling up his neck and colouring his cheeks as he believes you're going expose him, but slowly begins to relax when he sees your hands, aiming for his hair.

"sorry," you mutter, rutting your hips against his face to entice him to continue. "needed to grab something. wanted to touch you."

"'s okay..." matt breathes out shakily before blowing cool air on your cunt, smiling shyly when he feels you shiver. "don't look, please. i can... i can make you feel good. i promise, okay? — just... don't look."

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── ୨୧ !　𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is shy and Chris loves to tease her for that.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N walked down the stairs towards her shared room with Chris in slow steps, her mouth forming a pout after she checked the fridge and saw that her sweet was gone.

The girl stopped for a few seconds in front of the white door before knocking lightly twice with her closed fist, turning the handle and opening it.

Her eyes traveled around the room, noticing that the lights were off, the turned on computer serving as the only source of lighting. The loud sound of the video game Chris was playing escaped his headphones, echoing off the walls.

The boy was sitting in his gaming chair with his arms resting on the computer table and his hands working on the keyboard and mouse quickly, his brow furrowed and his tongue between his teeth in concentration.

The girl approached slowly, touching her fingers on his covered shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.

Chris looked up, pausing the game and lowering his headphones instantly when he realized it was his girl. A smile appeared on his face as his blue eyes traveled over her silhouette momentarily before focusing on her face.

"Hi baby! Wow, who gave you permission to look that good, huh?" The brunette flirted, a smirk stretching across his cheeks as his tongue escaped between his lips, wetting them quickly.

Y/N felt her blood rush to her cheeks instantly, a reddish hue covering her face and neck. She looked down in shyness, playing with the hem of Chris's t-shirt over her body. The reason why she went to him already forgotten.

"Stop it." Her voice was quieter than she expected, but loud enough for Chris to hear. A laugh escaped his throat as he lifted his own hands, encircling his girlfriend's waist and pulling her closer.

He rested his chin on Y/N's stomach so that his eyes focused on hers, exhaling the scent of her perfume that surrounded her.

"I'm just teasing you, baby. Even though you look more beautiful than ever today." Chris spoke, a smile resting on his lips.

"You always say that." Y/N whispered, bringing her hands to her boyfriend's soft hair and stroking it lightly, feeling her insides melt like ice cream in the summer.

"Because you always look so beautiful." The boy said one as if it were obvious, rolling his eyes playfully. "What did you want, pretty girl?"

"Can you walk me to the bakery down the street? I went to eat my apple pie from there, but it's gone." The girl asked slowly, biting her lower lip as she felt her cheeks burn from asking for the favor.

"Don't do that, sweetheart." Chris's thumb touched the lip trapped by his girlfriend's teeth, releasing it slightly. "'Gonna hurt your pretty lips like that."

Y/N felt her heart speed up at her boyfriend's touch and gentle words, combing his hair to try and hide her shaking fingers.

"Sorry." Her voice was almost null as she lowered her head, her eyes meeting the blue ones she loved so much, receiving a smile in response.

"No need to apologize, my love." He caressed his girl's warm cheek with the thumb he had just used. "Let's go to the bakery and buy an apple pie for the prettiest girl in the world."

He knew how much she hated going to establishments where she would need to talk to a stranger, so he always accompanied her with great pleasure.

Chris got up from the chair slowly so as not to hurt or push his girlfriend's body with his movements. He straightened his hoodie with his hands, smoothing out the small wrinkles from his previous position, before picking up his wallet that was on his computer desk, putting it in the pocket of his pants.

The boy lightly placed his hand on his girlfriend's back, guiding her through the room and up the stairs, even though she didn't need the support.

The gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat, her hands clenching into fists from the way she felt her fingers shaking and her arms getting goosebumps, she pressed her lips into a thin line to keep from biting them, not wanting to disobey her boyfriend.

Chris always made her feel so loved and safe, and despite her shyness with his kindness, she didn't stop him. He was her exception.

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[mattsnight]

⟡ ݁₊ . Shy bf!matt headcannons⊹ ࣪ ˖

Shy bf!matt who loves being near you and only you.

“s’too much people..” he murmurs as he stands next to you, holding your hand. “yeah? let’s go home, baby.”

Shy bf!matt who is sweet, but also very moody whenever he wakes up.

Shy bf!matt who finds lots of comfort in playing fornite

Shy bf!matt who is very silly whenever he’s around you.

Shy bf!matt who took 3 months to finally kiss you.

“I have to tell you something..” Matt says as he anxiously plays with his fingers. Before you can say anything he slams his lips against yours. You return the kiss almost immediately. It was the kiss you’ve longed for forever. Then his hands move to your waist, gently pulling you closer as the kiss grows more passionate.

Shy bf!matt who is actually the biggest romantic.

Shy bf!matt who is so good with kids. He loves to meet little babies from family members.

Shy bf!matt who loves cuddling with you and then falling asleep in the process.

Shy bf!matt who keeps saying “i love you”

Shy bf!matt who can listen to you talking for hours.

Shy bf!matt who is the only one who truly understand you.

Shy bf!matt who is overprotective and overcaring, but you love it.

Shy bf!matt who hates to be away from you, even for the shortest amount of time.

“I missed you.”

“Matt you saw me yesterday.”

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I love shy matt so much ≽^•༚• ྀི≼

Also this is my first no nut november post!

[chanelsweetx]

FRATBOY!CHRIS HEADCANNONS

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- he acts all tough but is secretly a softie

“nah man i don’t even like her that much.” he says to his friend before immediately running over to you and hugging you.

-thinks you’re actually the most gorgeous girl ever

-he secretly loves your shyness and how easily he can make you blush, “is that right baby?” he asks knowing what the nickname will do. as if on queue the pink paints your cheeks.

-has horrible commitment issues

-will say rude things cause he doesn’t know how to express his feelings, “it’s not even that big of a deal” he says when your mad at him just cause he feels like you’re gonna leave if you’re mad

-has never had a real relationship before so he gets scared when you want one with him back to the commitment issues

-will always carry you when your feet are tired, “chris my feet-“ before you’re even finished your being lifter off the ground bridal style

-only thinks about you when he’s high, he will be high out of him mind only thinking bout how he’s gonna talk to you the next time he sees you or how beautiful you are he’ll never tell you that

-has horrible separation anxiety from anyone he’s close with, he gets so full of anxiety anytime his close friends or family or you are far from him

-loves to be around you but never shows it, when your around him it instantly makes his day better even if it doesn’t seem like it

-has things in his notes about you that he’ll never show you, he has love letters and little stuff written

-gets soooo jealous, he will be clenching his jaw and fists. he won’t do anything about it unless someone says something then he’s pissed and will fight

-loves fucking you, like is actually obsessed

-munch, this man will eat you out any time of the day he could die in your pussy and be happy

[issysh3ll]

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[thetisming]

i love you different interpretations of characters i love you understudies i love you alternates i love you stand bys i love you swings i love you temporary replacements i love you principal actors i love you different ways to play characters i love you musical theatre i love you one actor playing a character super confident and another playing that same character as really shy i love you actor's interpretations changing over time i love you bootlegs i love you live theatre i love you i love you i love you

[sturnslutz]

headcannons about chris and honey...

tw: food issues, family issues

hockeyplayer!chris who got into college with his hockey scholarship.

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a couple relationships, but hasn't really taken any of them seriously.

hockeyplayer!chris who only has a couple people he's close with, nick, matt, nate, baby, a couple guys on his team, and he recently started considering honey to be a friend.

hockeyplayer!chris who isn't good at comforting people who are crying because he grew up learning that crying was considered being a "pussy" from his coaches. his parents tried to tell him that it was okay to cry, but he always disregarded them and listened to his coaches more.

hockeyplayer!chris who is somewhat smart. he's a good A, B student with the occasional C. he doesn't want to do the work, but he would get kicked off the team if he was failing.

hockeyplayer!chris who wears his jersey around all the time. no matter where he's at.

hockeyplayer!chris who goes to the gym or to the rink to get his mind off things he considers "distracting" (which can be something as small as binging a tv show...)

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a troubling relationship with food and keeping up with things that are good for him and would rather fill his body with energy drinks.

hockeyplayer!chris who is a complete different person than he used to be, even from a year ago. matt and nick sometimes tell their parents they barely recognize him at times.

hockeyplayer!chris who will flaunt about hookups but hasn't yet with honey.

hockeyplayer!chris who claims he has never had romantic feelings and never will, mainly because he's scared to have them. (this will affect a lot without him realizing.)

shy!reader who loves pink and being girly, but has always been fascinated with darker colors and people who have different aesthetics.

shy!reader who is bisexual, and her first kiss was a girl.

shy!reader who's closest friends are baby, nate, nick, matt, chris, and a couple of her study buddies.

shy!reader who has a part time job at the college's library.

shy!reader who is really smart and got into the college with a full-ride scholarship!

shy!reader who has talked to chris a couple times before they did anything, mainly asking each other if they had a pen, and chris complimenting her outfit a couple times.

shy!reader who is effortlessly nice to everyone, but does recognize when someone is being mean to her or her friends and will distance herself the best she can without being mean.

shy!reader who is majoring in engineering, same as chris.

shy!reader who vapes, but doesn't make it known to anyone as she doesn't want to seem "dirty" as her parents called people who smoked.

shy!reader who grew up with a messed up home life, being tossed in and out of foster homes, but ended up with her aunt and little cousin named austin when she was 14 when her aunt adopted her.

shy!reader who has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, but has hooked up with one girl who took her virginity from a girl, who she used to be friends with in highschool, and then finally chris, who took her virginity from a guy.

baby is from @stvrnioloslvt ‘s hockeyplayer!matt au!!! baby and honey are close friends!!!

i love honey with my whole heart <3 and then there's chris. u guys dont gotta worry ab that yet tho for a little bit.

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[sturniqlo]

TEXTS BETWEEN SHY!MATT AND SHY!READER

cw: slightly suggestive(?)

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an: got inspired by my latest reblog (@mattsstarlet)

[st7rnioioss]

꣑ৎ BUNNY!READER x SHY!MATT STURNIOLO

shy!matt giving bunny!reader hickeys for the first time

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... fluff, kissing, hickeys, nibbling and biting into skin

you were close to doze off in bed with matt, the both of you lying on your back while holding hands. you were looking at how his fingers interlaced with yours, him doing the same. it was a small gesture, but you were both tinted a little pink on the cheeks.

“can i ask you something?” matt whispered with a soft tone, his gaze still locked on your fingers. with a slow nod and hum from you, he cleared his throat. “umm.. i just- i wanna try something. you can stop me if you don’t like it.. is it okay?” he mumbled nervously, his heart almost pounding out of his chest from the “super” difficult question.

you turned to look at him, meeting those beautiful eyes you’d fallen so deeply in love with behind the glass frames resting on the bridge of his nose. “okay,” you whispered back, while he slowly sat back up, to gently spread your legs apart. for a second, you grew hot in the face, all the way down to your neck. you were sure he was gonna try something far more dirty and bold than he usually would.

but you relaxed a little again when he came to rest his knees between your thighs, super, super careful and gentle with all his movements, finally hovering his face above yours with a hand on each side of your head.

“umm.. jus’ tell me if it’s uncomfortable. i just- i just wanna try something out.” his voice was trembling, and you could tell he was nervous. you were just as tense as he was, but you nodded slowly with a faint smile—after all, you trusted him more than anyone else.

gently, the fingertips of his hand stroked across your cheek, tugging a piece of hair behind your eat, his face turning pink when he met your eyes. it was something as simple as the eye contact that made him flush, the reality of you actually experiencing his touch and the intimacy, being this close.

but he kept his eyes on yours, that same hand cupping your face while he swallowed hard. he then slowly leaned closer to you, his eyes fluttering shut when his lips pecked yours, leaving a slow and gentle kiss. you closed your eyes as well, gradually melting into the softness and gentleness of the kiss.

he was so, so gentle with you, almost scared that you’d break into a thousand pieces if he went too quick or was too rapid with his movements. he was basically always treating you like a little, fragile porcelain doll. he broke the kiss but was quick to return his lips to yours in another kiss that was just as feather-light as the other.

your tummy was fluttering wildly with butterflies—it always did when matt kissed you. the kiss felt like when you’d draw hearts about a crush’s name, and whenever they’d already be looking at you before you looked at them. that silly, giddy feeling that fluttered.

you were lost in the sensation until it stopped abruptly. your eyes fluttered back open, intently watching the way he slowly slipped his glasses off because they were in the way, messily leaving them on the soft duvet beneath you. the whole thing had your cheeks brightening, watching his lips curve into a soft smile at the sigh.

“you’re so pretty.. okay- i’ll, um, i’ll try.. just relax.” he muttered, the little compliment making you return the smile with a soft ‘thank you’, nodding when he told you to ease up a little. you basically melted further into the soft mattress under you, feeling his fingertips again graze your skin, this time over your neck to brush some hair out of the way.

carefully, and almost hesitantly, he ducked down to inhale the sweetness of your perfume, the scent he’d grown familiar with. softly, he pressed his lips to the skin of your neck, making the smile on your lips falter, falling into an o-shape. almost on instinct, you lightly wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, fingers grazing the soft ends of his short hair. he kept his hand beside your head, keeping him upright while the other one was running up and down your sides in a careful manner.

you’d never have anyone kiss you, let alone touch you, like this. the feeling was new, foreign almost—but it felt so good. matt was enjoying this far more than he thought he would. he’d never done this to anyone before as well, but he had an idea of how to do it correctly.

and shit, did he do it right. your head was fogging up into a big cloud, just from the simple kiss? your fingers traced up the back of his head, entangling with his soft locks of hair.

“oh- oh my gosh,” you whimpered when you suddenly felt his teeth gently nibble on your skin, sucking faintly into your skin. he was out of this world, desperate to hear more of those sweet noises from your lips. “is it okay?” his voice was quiet, lips never leaving your neck when he mumbled those words, gently prodding his tongue at the now red mark.

“y-yes.. i like it.” you breathlessly muttered, feeling his lips drag along your skin to a new spot, beginning to more confidently kiss and lick at the softness.

your words of confirmation only made him bolder, starting to lick and sink his teeth into your skin in a sloppy but gentle way. he didn’t want to hurt you at all, making sure to be thoughtful with his kisses.

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[sturnioz]

shy!reader saying shes gonna ride fratboy!matt and he thinks his dick but really she js rides his face 🫣🫣🫣

oh god oh god oh yum. note. dont forget this written piece is in the fratboy!matt x shy!reader universe. completely separate !!

"i wanna ride you.." is what you shyly whisper in matt's ear, clinging to his arm as you both lay in bed. your chin is resting on his shoulder, and you're blinking up at him with wispy lashes — a silent plea.

matt raises his eyebrow as he processes your words, and a grin spreads across his face as his hand moves from your waist to his lap, patting his thigh invitingly as he clearly assumes you mean to straddle him and sit on his cock.

your face heats up, your heart pounding at the misinterpretation as you mumble embarrassingly, "not.. not like that. i meant your face.."

it mortifies you how silly you must sound, especially when matt just blinks at you for a moment before he hums, his tongue rolling across his cheek. he shuffles further down the bed without a word, laying on his back with his head propped against the pillow, his eyes staring up at the ceiling before they flit to you.

"c'mon then, bun. hop on."

your cheeks continue to heat up as you awkwardly pull your panties down your legs, laying the dampened material to the side as you hesitantly straddle his chest, moving upwards to position yourself over his mouth.

matt's arms curl around your thighs as you slowly settle down on his face, a gasp fleeting past your lips when you feel his warm breath against your slick folds.

with a shaky exhale, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy against matt's mouth as he parts his lips, allowing your clit to brush against his tongue.

you moan quietly at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure even as the embarrassment still lingers within, especially when you meet his gaze from between your thighs — but you start to forget when you feel his tongue flick repeatedly at your clit.

"good girl, bun. keep ridin' like that," you hear him murmur his muffled praises, and you mewl in response, keeping the same steady pace of your hips as matt's arms tighten around you, your inner walls clenching around nothing as you ground your pussy against his working mouth.

your head falls back, another moan slipping as your trembling hands reach down to tangle your fingers in matt's hair, holding him in place and he groans softly, his hands sliding up to cup your ass, squeezing the skin as he pulls you even harder against his face.

"m-matt.." you cry out, your thighs trembling as the pressure builds inside.

"i know, bun. i know.." matt croons, alternating between kisses and kitten licks to your sensitive skin, teetering closer and closer to your pending orgasm. "cum on my face, bun. wanna taste my sweet girl."

[mattslolita]

Shy Matt brings fuck girl reader flowers and is so scared she won’t like them(she loves them but he can’t know that)

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like usual, matt had texted you that he was on his way to your shared apartment with your roommate. usually you'd ask her to go spend the night elsewhere because matt spent the night there some of the time.

you liked things to be perfect when he spent the night, but you never told him that — you tidied up more than usual, and you tried to act nonchalant about excited you'd usually be.

at this exact moment, matt was stressing as he glanced over in the passenger seat of his car, the pretty purple irises sitting in its wrapping paper as he continued driving the street. his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he hums a song under his breath, tapping the steering wheel to distract the nervousness creeping up inside of him with every passing minute.

soon he'd pulled up to the apartment, opening the door and climbing out and going to the passenger side of the door — he carefully retrieves the flowers, letting out a breath as he runs a hand through his hair. his palms sweat slightly, as he clicks the lock on his keys and begins making his way up the steps.

he rings the doorbell, nerves on high alert as his heart races, awaiting to gauge your reaction from what currently sits in his hands. he doesn't have to wait long, as the door slowly opens.

if it wasn't for matt not slowly learning everything about you, he would've missed the way your eyes instantly lit up as they landed on the flowers in his hand. you looked shocked, even — no guy had ever gotten you flowers before.

"i um...remember you sayin' these were your favorite," matt mumbles, his eyes darting everywhere but your face, "hope you like em'."

your stomach instantly did cartwheels, and you were incredibly giddy inside — no guys you've slept with or messed with have ever taken you out on a date or even did something as simple as buy you flowers. it almost made you say something you'd regret, therefore you kept those words in the back of your brain, and let a small smile tug at the edges of your lips.

"they're pretty," you shrug, matt's eyes finally looking up at your own as he holds in a breath, "you can set em' in the vase on the coffee table."

he hums in response as you step aside to let him into your apartment — matt walks in front of you, so he doesn't catch the way you smile widely at him, eyes twinkling with adoration and desire.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

matt always knows what you need.

pairing: sweetheart!matt & shy!reader

you’re lying in bed, your body still trembling, muscles weak from the intensity of it all. despite his usual sweet demeanor, matt had just fucked you into oblivion, and the aftershocks were hitting you. the room is quiet now, except for the soft hum of the heater and matt’s steady breathing beside you. his hand is tracing gentle patterns on your shoulder, grounding you in the aftermath.

“you okay, baby?” his voice is soft, careful, like he’s afraid of breaking the moment.

you nod, but it’s small and shaky, and matt doesn’t settle for it. he shifts closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i need words, love. just want to make sure you’re really okay.”

“i’m okay,” you whisper, voice barely audible. he smiles, that sweet, crooked smile you love so much, and brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“good,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “you were incredible, you know that? so perfect.” his voice is full of love, soft but steady, and you can’t help but melt into the warmth of his words.

he glances at the clock on the nightstand and then back at you, his hand still cupping your cheek. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? a bath might help.”

you blink up at him, hesitant, but he’s already moving, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. “stay here, i’ll take care of everything.”

you hear the sound of running water a few moments later, and when he comes back, his arms slide under you gently, lifting you with ease. “i’ve got you, baby,” he says softly, his nose brushing against your hair as he carries you toward the bathroom.

“matt,” you mumble, embarrassed at how helpless you feel.

“shh,” he soothes, his lips pressing against the top of your head. “don’t even start. it’s me, remember? don’t gotta be embarrassed around me. let me take care of you.”

the bathroom is warm and smells faintly of lavender. the tub is filling with water and fluffy bubbles, the surface shimmering in the soft glow of candlelight. he must have lit them while you were resting, and your chest tightens at how thoughtful he always is.

“okay, let’s get you in,” he says, crouching down as he holds you steady. his hands are careful as he lowers you into the warm water, letting you lean on him for support.

the heat seeps into your sore muscles, and you let out a soft sigh, sinking into the bubbles. matt crouches beside the tub, his hand resting on the edge, watching you with that soft look in his eyes. “feel better?”

you nod, your cheeks heating. “yeah…thank you.”

he grins, brushing a few stray bubbles from your arm. “good. just relax, baby. i’ll be right here if you need me.”

you sit in the bath for a while, letting the warmth soothe you, but you can’t stop sneaking glances at matt. he’s still crouched beside you, now clothed—dressed in only sweatpants, his hand idly playing with a stray bubble. part of you wants him to get in with you, but you’re too shy to ask, the words catching in your throat.

“you look like you want to say something,” he says suddenly, his voice teasing but gentle. “what is it, baby?”

“nothing,” you mumble, looking down at the water.

he tilts his head, studying you with a knowing smile. “nothing, huh? you sure about that?”

you bite your lip, unable to meet his eyes. he waits a moment, then leans in closer. “do you want me to get in?”

your cheeks burn, and you don’t answer, but the way your shoulders tense gives you away. he chuckles softly, reaching out to brush his knuckles against your cheek. “you don’t have to be shy with me, love. just say the word.”

you hesitate for a second longer, then nod, barely.

he’s already smiling as he stands, stepping out of his sweatpants. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

you look away, embarrassed, as he climbs in behind you. the water shifts as he settles, pulling you gently back against his chest. his arms wrap around you, holding you close, and you feel his lips press against your temple.

“better?” he asks, his voice soft in your ear.

“yeah,” you whisper, relaxing into him.

he hums in response, his hand sliding up and down your arm in soothing strokes. “you don’t have to be embarrassed, baby. i’d do anything to make you feel safe and loved, you know that, right?”

you nod again, your fingers trailing over the surface of the water.

“you’re amazing,” he murmurs, his voice full of warmth. “and i love you so much.”

your chest tightens, the words settling deep in your heart. “i love you too,” you whisper, and his arms tighten around you in response.

you stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the warmth of the water and his presence washing away every worry. with matt, you know you’re safe, always.

a/n: cries and sobs

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[starniolosposts]

invite (2)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: smut, i have a thing for chris’ fingers, fingering, very very slight overstimulation, chris being sweet but dirty

notes: why is he a little subby at the end, i dont know? i like the thought of chris letting the girl he’s obsessed with do anything to him even if he likes to be dominant (im going feral rn)

yes, there will be part three

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

your face flushed and you gulped. “b-beg?”

chris hummed and leaned back to lock eyes with you. “beg or you wont get anything.” he demanded, his eyes dark.

your chest heaved with small pants, not expecting chris to be so dominant and commanding, but it stirred something in your stomach. “…please, chris. i-i want your fingers.” you were desperate at this point and beyond feeling shy, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps on your skin.

chris cursed under his breath and nodded, “good job, sweetheart. if at anytime you want to stop, just say red, okay? ill stop immediately.”

you nod in agreement, and then suddenly your back arches off the wall as his fingers make contact with your sensitive clit. your mouth is agape with silent pleasure, eyebrows furrowed at the new and blazing feeling of someone else’s fingers on your pussy (especially chris’).

chris bites his bottom lip as his eyes stay on your expression, loving the way you crumble beneath his touch. he notices the way your thighs encage around his hand and the way your legs tremble and struggle to hold you up. “you’re so sensitive, baby.” he murmurs, barely moving his fingers in small circles on your clit and your folding over, whimpering.

your head comes to rest onto his chest, your hands that were around his neck are now buried in his hair and fisting it tightly. chris’ free arm now holds onto your waist, keeping you somewhat stable since your legs felt like jelly.

“how does it feel, sweetheart?” chris asks softly, putting slightly more pressure. you can only moan softly into his chest.

“look at me, y/n.”

you slowly lean your head back to stare up at him, flushed and dazed. “feels so good, chris. please don’t stop.” you whisper, the thrumming pleasure in your veins is causing your mind to blank. all you can think about is chris.

chris groans at the look on your face, your flushed cheeks, teary and half lidded eyes, glistening lips. “fuck, you making me go fucking crazy.” he mutters, his fingers circling your clit faster. he feels your thighs clench, your body tightening, and he watches your face scrunch in pure pleasure.

“come on my fingers, baby. i need it, please.” chris whispers into your ear, and hearing him plead for something so dirty…

the blazing coil in your stomach tightens at his words and when it snaps, your whole body tremors. shockwaves roll over your body, your pussy tightening around nothing and dripping down into your lace panties. “f-fuck…”

chris holds you up by your waist, his fingers slowing down but not stopping. “so good for me, baby. dripping on my fingers.” he bites his lip as he feels you dripping and pulsing. pride and desire pool in his stomach knowing he made you like this.

you whine as his fingers don’t stop on your throbbing clit, “c-chris! too much.. i can’t!” your hips jerk away from him.

chris chuckles and slips his hand out of your panties, giving you mercy this time. he leans and brushes his lips against yours with a small smile, and your breath hitches. it would be your first kiss…

“you did so good, y/n. take some deep breaths.” chris orders softly, leaning back and brushing your hair out of your face.

you realize your panting and nod, taking some deep breathes as he said. your heart rate slows and the haze of pleasure slowly lifts. your face turns beet red as you realize what just happened.

chris smirks as he sees your embarrassment. he thinks its cute your still getting embarrassed when he just had his hand between your legs. “why are you getting all shy and embarrassed now?” he asks, amused.

you turn your head away and avoid his eyes. “because… i don’t know. this is the first time i’ve done anything and i don’t know what to do after.. that.” you ramble, feeling very stupid. you glance at him and it makes you feel better that he’s smiling cheekily at you.

chris shakes his head and brings you closer by your waist. “don’t worry about it. we can stop here.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “are you sure? we can continue. i feel bad.” you admit.

chris raises an eyebrow, “i’m sure. i don’t want you to push yourself to fuck me just because you feel bad.” he teases.

you blush and frantically shake tour head, “i-i didn’t mean it like that! i just… want you to feel good too.” your hands are resting on his chest as you look up at him.

chris bites back a groan, twitching in his pants just from the way you look up at him with those eyes.

he can imagine the way your eyes would water, your plump and wet lips around him, your throat tightening around his cock perfectly. he shakes his head to get that thought out, “i know you didn’t mean it like that. and i’m.. i’m fine.” he grits out, even though he’s so painfully hard in his jeans. he continues, “next time you can do whatever you want with me.”

you shyly smile, “anything?”

“mhm, yeah. anything.” he gulps, wanting to know what you were thinking of doing to him.

“okay, next time.” you lick your lips.

chris nods and glances at your lips. “can i kiss you, please? i cant wait any longer.”

you laugh and nod nervously, “yeah.”

chris leans in and plants his lips on yours, and you moan quietly at the feeling. his lips are soft and slow, helping you catch on to what to do. you tilt your head opposite ways and chris opens his mouth, so you do the same.

fuck, you think you found your new favorite thing to do. kiss chris. well, and to have his hand between your legs.

i don’t know why i didn’t have you fuck in this one

but im going to make a part 3 of this, with just smut of you becoming a little more bold and taking what you want from chris ;) (y’all will fuck i promise 🫡)

@junnniiieee07