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enemiestolovershoe · 1 month ago

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Unexpected Firsts

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Summary: A night of truth or dare leads to a moment that changes everything between two best friends.

Words: 6k

Warnings: SMUT. Loosing virginity. Truth or dare. Use of y/n. Pet names like sweetheart, princess and good girl. Crying

A/N: It‘s not a dare to lose readers virginity. Reader choose Truth and that following question leads to Matt offering Reader to „help out“

The hum of laughter and music filled the cozy living room as the group of friends lounged in various corners of the space. It was one of those laid-back nights where no one was trying too hard, just a close-knit group of friends gathering for a few hours of fun. The fairy lights strung across the ceiling added a warm glow to the room, and the faint scent of popcorn lingered from an earlier snack raid.

You were nestled comfortably on the carpet next to Matt Sturniolo, your best friend since high school. His presence was a constant in your life—someone you could always count on. Tonight was no different. He leaned back on one arm, sipping his soda while grinning at something Nick had just said.

“Okay, okay,” Nick announced loudly, clapping his hands together for attention. “It’s officially truth-or-dare time. Everyone, circle up.”

You groaned, shooting Matt a look. “Do we have to?”

“Don’t fight it,” Matt replied with a smirk. “This is gonna get interesting.”

You rolled your eyes but shifted to join the forming circle, squeezing between Matt and another friend. Matt nudged you playfully with his knee, a silent promise that he’d stick by you if things got out of hand.

The game started innocently enough: a few truths about embarrassing childhood moments, dares to chug soda, or text something stupid to someone’s ex. The mood was lighthearted and fun, and you found yourself relaxing into the atmosphere.

“Your turn, Y/N,” Nick declared, the devilish glint in his eye making you tense. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said quickly, earning a chorus of boos.

“Lame!” Nick teased. “Alright, fine. Let’s see… hmm…” His face lit up as an idea struck him. “Who was your best sex partner?”

The room erupted in oohs and laughter, and you felt your face instantly heat up. Your throat tightened as all eyes turned toward you, waiting for an answer. Even Matt’s gaze was on you now, though he didn’t laugh like the others. Instead, he studied you curiously, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Uh…” You hesitated, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. “Well, um…”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Nick urged, leaning forward with exaggerated anticipation. “Don’t leave us hanging!”

Your cheeks burned, and you could barely meet anyone’s eyes. “I, uh…”

Matt noticed your discomfort and spoke up, his tone protective. “Hey, maybe she doesn’t wanna answer that one. Chill.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly, giving Matt a small, grateful smile before looking down at your hands. You took a deep breath. “I don’t really have an answer. I’m, um… still a virgin.”

The room went silent for a beat, the playful atmosphere replaced with stunned quiet. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for someone to say something, feeling your blush deepen.

“You’re joking,” one of the guys finally said, breaking the tension.

“Nope,” you replied, forcing a small laugh. “That’s the truth.”

Matt’s voice cut through the murmurs, steady and confident. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You glanced at him, his expression soft and sincere. His reassurance made you feel a little less self-conscious, though the tension in the room lingered. Someone tried to make a joke to lighten the mood, but you could tell the admission had caught everyone off guard.

Matt leaned in close, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You okay?”

You nodded, offering a weak smile. “Yeah, just… wasn’t expecting that question.”

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You handled it like a champ.”

The game continued, but you couldn’t shake the lingering tension—or the way Matt’s gaze seemed to linger on you longer than usual.

“Next round!” Chris shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. He pointed at one of the guys sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Alright, dude, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” the guy said confidently, and the group erupted into laughter as Chris gave him some absurd challenge about singing a love ballad to the nearest object. The game carried on, the awkwardness from earlier dissolving into jokes and teasing. But you weren’t really paying attention.

Your gaze was fixed on the floor, your mind spinning with thoughts you couldn’t quite pin down. The weight of the earlier question still hung heavy in your chest, and no amount of laughter around you seemed to lighten it.

“Y/N?” Matt’s voice cut through the noise. When you didn’t respond, he reached out and lightly grabbed your forearm, his touch warm and grounding. “Hey. You okay?”

You blinked, finally looking at him. His dark eyes were soft with concern, his brows slightly furrowed as he leaned closer to you. The chatter of the group faded into the background for a moment.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, giving a faint smile you hoped would reassure him. “I’m fine.”

Matt didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You seem… off.”

You shook your head and pulled your arm gently from his grip, trying to avoid making a scene. “No, yeah. I’m just tired.” Standing up, you brushed off your jeans and glanced at the rest of the group, who were now mid-laugh about the current dare.

“Where are you going?” Nick called out, his voice carrying over the noise.

You hesitated for a second, feeling the heat of everyone’s attention again. “I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you said, forcing a small smile. “I’ll be in your room, Nick.”

“Boo!” Chris called with a teasing grin. “It’s barely midnight!”

“Yeah, you’re ditching us already?” someone else added, but their teasing was half-hearted, more amused than critical.

“Sorry,” you said softly, backing toward the door. “I’m just not feeling it anymore. Have fun, though.”

Matt’s eyes lingered on you as you turned and walked away. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze on your back as you slipped out of the room and climbed the stairs, grateful to finally be alone.

The second you stepped into Nick’s room, the weight of the night hit you like a freight train. You barely had the energy to cross the room, so you didn’t. Instead, you closed the door softly behind you and slid down to the floor, resting your back against the cool wood.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them, trying to take slow, deep breaths to steady yourself. But it didn’t work. The lump in your throat grew heavier, and before you even realized it, tears started to spill down your cheeks.

You didn’t even know why. It had never bothered you before that you were still a virgin. You’d never felt embarrassed about it. In fact, you were proud of not rushing into something so important. But tonight, something about having to admit it in front of all your friends, with all those eyes on you, had shaken you. It wasn’t just the question—it was the vulnerability of it all.

You pressed your palms into your eyes, willing yourself to stop, but the tears kept falling. The quiet room amplified every shaky breath, every sniffle. The isolation was both a comfort and a weight, pressing down on you as you sat there, feeling small.

Ten minutes passed like this. The muffled sounds of laughter and music from downstairs reached you faintly, reminding you of the world you’d just walked away from. You started to pull yourself together, wiping at your damp cheeks and sniffling quietly, when a soft knock at the door broke the silence.

Your heart jumped, and you froze, staring at the door like it might disappear.

“Who’s there?” you called, your voice shaky and uneven.

“It’s me,” Matt said from the other side, his voice quiet but firm. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, you hesitated. You glanced down at yourself, realizing you probably looked like a mess—tear-streaked face, red eyes, and all. But this was Matt. If anyone could see you like this, it was him.

“Yeah,” you said softly, your voice barely carrying.

You stood up slowly, your knees stiff from sitting on the floor for so long. Wiping at your cheeks one last time, you turned the handle and pulled the door open.

Matt stood there, his expression shifting the moment he saw your face. His easy, teasing demeanor from earlier was gone, replaced by quiet concern. His eyes softened, scanning your tear-streaked cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

“Y/N,” he said gently, stepping closer but stopping just short of touching you. “What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

His words were so simple, so sincere, that they hit you harder than you expected. You looked down, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, trying to find the right words. Your throat felt tight again, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment—it was the overwhelming comfort of having someone who cared enough to notice.

“I don’t know,” you admitted finally, your voice cracking. “I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Matt didn’t say a word at first. Instead, he stepped forward and pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you as if they could shield you from everything that was weighing you down. You stiffened for a brief moment before melting into his embrace, burying your face in his chest. His hand rested on the back of your head, and you felt him gently rub small circles into your back, his steady breathing calming your racing thoughts.

“Is it because of earlier?” he asked softly, his voice low but steady.

You hesitated, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie. “I don’t know,” you said at first, your voice muffled against him. Then, after a pause, you added, “I mean… maybe? It never really bothered me before. I’ve always been fine with waiting.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “But now, if I really think about it, it’s kind of embarrassing to be a virgin at nearly 22.”

Matt broke the hug immediately, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders as he looked at you, his expression serious but gentle. “No. Y/N, no,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “There is nothing wrong with that. Never, ever tell yourself something like that again. Do you hear me?”

You bit your lip, your eyes darting to the floor. His intensity startled you, but it also stirred a flicker of comfort deep in your chest. You nodded slowly, still not able to meet his gaze. “Okay,” you murmured quietly.

Matt released your shoulders and stepped back slightly, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. He was quiet for a moment, clearly debating something in his mind. You could tell by the way his jaw tensed and how he shifted his weight slightly, something he always did when he was overthinking.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost hesitant. “You know…” he began, clearing his throat awkwardly. “If you really want to lose it… I mean, if it’s something you’re ready for and it’s bothering you…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I could be the one who takes it. I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, wide with surprise. “What?”

Matt’s cheeks flushed instantly, and he cursed under his breath, looking away for a moment. “Forget it. That was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything—”

“No, wait,” you interrupted, your voice barely above a whisper. “You would… do that for me?”

His gaze softened as he looked back at you, still visibly embarrassed but holding your gaze. “Yeah,” he said simply. “If that’s what you want. But only under one condition.”

You tilted your head slightly, your heart racing. “What condition?”

He scratched the back of his neck, his lips quirking into a small, nervous smile. “We don’t make this awkward afterward. Like, we’re still us. No weirdness, no ruining what we have.”

You nodded slowly, your voice shy as you asked, “You’d really do that for me, Matt?”

His gaze held yours, steady and sincere, as he nodded again. “Of course. You mean everything to me, Y/N. I’d never let anyone make you feel like you’re less than amazing. Not even yourself.”

A soft, shy smile spread across your face as you looked at Matt. His words, so genuine and tender, lingered in the air between you. Without thinking, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. Your lips met his, soft and hesitant at first. The kiss was slow, almost uncertain, but the warmth and connection behind it were undeniable.

Matt kissed you back just as gently, his hands carefully resting on your waist. It was like testing the waters, feeling out the newness of something you’d both probably imagined but never dared to explore. Your lips moved in sync, and within moments, the initial hesitancy gave way to something deeper, more urgent. His hand moved to cradle your face, tilting it slightly to deepen the kiss, and your fingers instinctively found the fabric of his hoodie, clutching it tightly.

Your breaths grew heavier as the kiss intensified, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world melted away. But then Matt pulled back, his forehead resting gently against yours as he caught his breath. His dark eyes searched yours, a mix of excitement and nervousness shining in them.

“Let’s… let’s take this to my room, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and slightly breathless. “I don’t know how long Nick is gonna be downstairs.”

You nodded silently, your heart racing as he took your hand and led you out of Nick’s room. The walk to his room felt like it took both a second and an eternity. The quiet hallway only amplified the anticipation building between you.

Once you were inside, Matt shut the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment before his gaze found yours again. He stepped toward you, his confidence returning as he reached for you, his hands resting gently on your waist. Without another word, his lips were on yours again, this time with more urgency.

The kiss grew deeper, and you found yourself walking backward until your knees hit the edge of his bed. You gasped softly as you fell onto it, your back meeting the mattress, and Matt quickly followed, his body hovering over yours. For a moment, he didn’t do anything. He just looked at you, his eyes tracing every feature of your face like he was committing it to memory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, and you felt your cheeks flush under his gaze.

You reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek as you whispered, “Matt…”

He leaned down, kissing you again, his weight pressing into you just enough to feel grounded but not overwhelming. His lips moved to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses that made your skin tingle. As his hands slowly explored, finding the hem of your shirt, he paused and pulled back slightly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

You nodded, your voice steady but quiet. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Matt’s eyes searched yours, needing the reassurance. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

Your heart swelled at his care, and you nodded again, more firmly this time. “I’m sure, Matt. I want this… with you.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands carefully lifting your shirt. You let him, your breaths quickening as you slid your hands under his hoodie, helping him pull it off. His toned chest was warm under your fingertips, and you felt his muscles tense slightly under your touch.

Piece by piece, you began to undress each other, every movement slow and deliberate, filled with quiet questions and soft reassurances. Each time he touched you, Matt paused to check your expression, asking, “Still okay?”

And each time, you whispered, “Yes,” your voice full of trust.

When he finally settled over you again, his bare skin against yours, he cupped your face gently in his hands. “If anything feels wrong or uncomfortable, tell me, okay?” he murmured.

You nodded, feeling a wave of warmth and safety wash over you. “I will. I promise.”

His lips found yours again, tender and unhurried

As your clothes fell away, piece by piece, you felt the cool air brush against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Matt hovered above you, his gaze sweeping over your body with an expression you couldn’t quite read—part awe, part tenderness, part something deeper. His fingers trailed along your collarbone and down your arms, making your skin tingle under his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered again, his voice low and filled with reverence. He leaned down to kiss you, slow and lingering, as his hands began to explore.

His lips moved down your neck, trailing soft kisses across your collarbone and down to your chest. You gasped when his warm hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. His touch was gentle but purposeful, and the way he was so focused on you made your heart race.

Matt’s lips followed the path of his hands, his kisses growing firmer as he pressed them against the swell of your breasts. His hands massaged softly, his thumbs continuing their slow circles, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your breathing grew heavier, and you arched slightly into his touch, your body responding instinctively.

“Matt…” you whispered his name, barely audible, but he heard it. He glanced up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, his voice warm and steady, though you could see the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

“It’s not,” you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly with anticipation. “It’s perfect.”

He smiled softly before leaning back down, continuing his slow descent. His kisses moved lower, brushing over your stomach, his hands following as they trailed over your hips. You gasped softly when his hand moved between your thighs, his fingers gently parting them.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured against your skin, his lips pressing to your hipbone before his hand slid higher.

You felt a jolt of pleasure as his fingers found your clit, stroking it in slow, deliberate circles. A soft moan escaped your lips, your hips instinctively tilting toward him. The feeling was intense but not overwhelming, his movements careful as he learned what made you gasp and shudder beneath him.

“You’re so wet, Y/N,” Matt whispered, his breath warm against your neck where he rested his head for a moment, his voice filled with wonder and a hint of teasing. His free hand moved to cradle your side, holding you steady as his fingers continued their exploration.

You bit your lip, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as his finger slipped lower, circling your entrance. When he slowly pushed one finger inside, you let out a soft, breathy moan, your body tensing slightly at the new sensation.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked, his voice low and soothing, his head lifting to meet your gaze.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice shaky but certain. “It feels… really good.”

Matt smiled again, his thumb brushing over your clit in time with the slow movements of his finger. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone as he continued to work you with a gentle but growing rhythm, his focus entirely on your pleasure.

Matt’s finger moved slowly inside you, the new sensation making you gasp and grip his shoulder. He peppered kisses along your neck and whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re doing so well, Y/N. Does this feel good?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your body trembling slightly under his careful touch.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

When he added a second finger, you felt a stretch that was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. A louder moan slipped out before you could stop it, the sound echoing in the quiet of the room. Matt froze for a moment, pulling his head back to look at you, his lips quirking into a gentle, teasing smile.

“Shh,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I know, I know, but we’ve gotta be quiet, baby. They’re still downstairs.”

You nodded quickly, your cheeks heating with embarrassment, but Matt’s voice softened even further. “Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and keep it down?”

His words sent a shiver through you, and you nodded again, this time more eagerly. “I’ll try,” you whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you deeply. Your lips moved against his, and the kiss was an anchor, helping you focus on him as his fingers continued their slow rhythm. He plunged them in and out of you carefully, curling them just right, and the pleasure began to build steadily in your core.

You gripped the back of his neck, your kisses growing more urgent as you tried to stay quiet, but it was almost impossible. Each movement of his fingers sent sparks shooting through you, the tension in your stomach tightening with every pass of his thumb over your clit.

“Matt…” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling as the heat inside you began to peak.

“I know,” he said softly, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your breathing uneven as your body tensed beneath him.

But just as you felt the edge of your orgasm within reach, Matt suddenly stopped, pulling his fingers away. Your eyes snapped open, a mix of confusion and desperation written across your face.

“What—why did you stop?” you asked breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Matt’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Because,” he said softly, his voice low and full of intent, “I want to be inside you when you cum, pretty girl.”

His words sent a wave of heat through your entire body, and you could only stare at him, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “You do?” you asked shyly, your voice trembling with both excitement and nervousness.

Matt nodded, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips slow and reassuring. “Yeah,” he murmured against your mouth. “But only if you’re ready. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“I’m ready,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. “I want this… I want you.”

The tenderness in his eyes deepened as he kissed you again, his hands gently cradling your face as he whispered, “I’ll take care of you, Y/N. Always.”

Matt leaned over, opening the drawer of his nightstand with a quiet slide. His hand searched for a moment before pulling out a small, foil packet. He looked at you, holding it up for a moment as if giving you one last chance to stop. When you didn’t say anything, just watching him with wide, trusting eyes, he tore it open and rolled the condom on with practiced ease.

You couldn’t look away from him. The way he moved, the care in every action—it only reassured you that you’d made the right decision. He settled back over you, bracing himself with one hand on the bed while the other cupped your face gently. He leaned down to kiss you again, slow and tender, as though he had all the time in the world.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his dark eyes searched your face with a mixture of seriousness and concern. “You’re sure?” he asked softly. “There’s no going back after this, pretty girl.”

You nodded firmly, your heart racing but your resolve unwavering. “I’m 100% sure, Matt. I want this. I want you.”

His lips quirked into a soft smile, and he kissed you again, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

Matt shifted slightly, positioning himself between your legs. His hand moved to guide himself, and you felt the tip of him press against your entrance. Your breath hitched, anticipation and nerves twisting together in your chest.

“Just relax,” he said gently, his free hand brushing soothing circles over your hip. “If it’s too much, tell me, okay?”

You nodded, exhaling shakily. “Okay.”

Slowly, he pushed in, just the tip at first, giving you a moment to adjust. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt—foreign and intense, but not unbearable. You whimpered softly, your hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders.

“Shhh,” Matt whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “I know, I know. You’re doing so well, Y/N. Just breathe for me.”

He pushed in a little further, and the sensation grew sharper. Your body tensed, a mix of discomfort and pleasure coursing through you. A small tear slipped down your cheek, and Matt immediately noticed, freezing in place.

“Y/N,” he said softly, concern lacing his voice. He wiped the tear away with his thumb, his brows knitting together. “We can stop if it hurts too much. Just say the word.”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “No, I’m fine. I promise. It’s just… a lot.”

Matt hesitated, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. “How much are you in?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He exhaled slowly, his voice low and steady. “A little more than half, princess.”

You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to relax. “Okay. Keep going,” you said softly, your voice trembling but determined.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, his thumb brushing over your cheek reassuringly.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, giving him a small smile despite the tension in your body.

Matt leaned down to kiss you, his lips warm and soft against yours. The kiss was meant to distract you, and it worked. Your focus shifted to the way his lips moved with yours, how his hand cradled your face so tenderly.

As the kiss deepened, he slowly pushed in the rest of the way, and before you knew it, he was fully inside you. You gasped softly, your body adjusting to the feeling of fullness. Matt stilled immediately, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “Take your time, Y/N. Tell me when you’re ready.”

You took a few deep breaths, letting yourself adjust to the sensation. The initial discomfort was fading, replaced by a growing warmth that spread through you.

After a moment, you nodded, your voice steady as you said, “You can move now, Matt.”

He kissed you again, murmuring, “Okay, baby. I’ll go slow.”

Matt began to move slowly, pulling out just a little before easing back in. The sensation was intense but steady, giving you time to adjust with each gentle thrust. He kissed you tenderly, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent warmth through your entire body.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice breathless but still full of concern as his eyes locked on yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “It’s… good.”

He smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. “Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”

“I will,” you assured him, your voice trembling slightly but filled with trust.

He continued his slow rhythm, his hips moving against yours with precision. The sensation began to shift, the initial discomfort melting into something deeper, something that sent sparks of pleasure through you. Your breathing grew heavier, and you let out a soft whimper as your body started to relax into his movements.

“Faster,” you whispered, barely audible at first. When he didn’t respond immediately, you repeated it, louder this time. “Faster, please.”

Matt froze for just a second, searching your face for confirmation. When he saw the need in your eyes, he nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Okay, baby,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

He shifted slightly, his pace increasing as he thrust into you more firmly. The new rhythm sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, your hands clinging to him as if he were your anchor.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against yours as his breath came in short pants. “So perfect.”

You whimpered in response, the pleasure building with every thrust. Your bodies moved in sync, his movements growing quicker and more confident as the tension in the air thickened. The room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, a steady rhythm that echoed around you.

Matt leaned down to kiss you, his lips capturing yours in a heated, desperate kiss. The intensity of the moment deepened, your tongues tangling as you melted into each other. The kiss was messy, filled with passion, but it grounded you in the intimacy of the moment.

As his pace quickened, one of his hands slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. The moment he touched you there, your entire body tensed, a loud moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Matt’s hand quickly moved to cover your mouth, his own breathing ragged as he whispered, “Shhh, baby. I know it’s hard, but you’ve gotta keep quiet.”

You nodded against his hand, your eyes wide as you tried to stifle the sounds spilling from you. The pressure in your core grew unbearable, the pleasure building to a point where it felt like you might burst.

“Come on,” Matt panted, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down to kiss your jaw, your neck, and then your shoulder. “Cum for me, Y/N. Be my good girl.”

His words sent you over the edge. Your body tightened around him as the orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure radiating from your core. You cried out into his hand, your muffled moans filling the room as your body trembled beneath him.

Matt’s pace grew erratic, his movements more desperate as your body clenched around him. He groaned low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver through you. His hands gripped your hips, and with one final thrust, he stilled, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he came.

You never thought you’d hear your best friend moan like that, his breath hot against your skin as his body trembled above you. But here you were, in Matt’s bed, tangled together and completely out of breath as the haze of pleasure began to fade. Your body felt heavy, your limbs relaxed, and the room was silent except for the sound of your shared breathing.

Matt lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was something in his gaze—softness, maybe even vulnerability—that made your chest ache in the best way. He shifted to the side, pulling out slowly and discarding the condom in the trash next to his bed before lying beside you.

You stared at the ceiling for a moment, still trying to process what had just happened. It felt surreal, like a fever dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Finally, you broke the silence, turning your head to look at him. “That was… amazing,” you said softly, your voice still a little breathless. “Thank you so much, Matt.”

A slow, sweet smile spread across his face as he propped himself up on one elbow, leaning closer to you. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “Of course, princess,” he said softly, his voice warm and full of affection.

The nickname sent a flutter through your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. His hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before he let it fall back to his side, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone careful and sincere.

“Yeah,” you replied, nodding as you shifted onto your side to face him fully. “Better than okay.”

“Good,” he said with a small grin, his fingers tracing absent patterns on the sheet between you. “I’m glad. I wanted it to be good for you.”

“It was,” you reassured him, your smile widening. “More than good.”

He chuckled softly, his expression turning a little shy as he looked down briefly before meeting your gaze again. “I, uh… I never thought this would happen,” he admitted. “But I’m glad it did.”

“Me too,” you said quietly, feeling your cheeks heat again. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. You reached out, your fingers brushing against his on the sheet. He laced them together without hesitation, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

As the silence between you stretched, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the sound breaking through the quiet of the room.

Matt tilted his head, his brows furrowing in confusion as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “What’s so funny?” he asked, shifting slightly to prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

You covered your face with your hands for a moment, trying to stifle the giggles bubbling up. “I don’t know,” you managed between breaths, your laughter spilling out uncontrollably. “This whole situation—it’s just… surreal.”

Matt smiled, watching you fondly as your laughter filled the room. “Surreal how?” he asked, gently pulling your hands away from your face so he could see you fully.

You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks still warm from both laughter and the afterglow of what had just happened. “I mean, I never thought my first time would be with my best friend,” you admitted, your voice tinged with humor. “But here we are, and it was… perfect. Like, weirdly perfect.”

Matt chuckled softly, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. “Weirdly perfect, huh? I’ll take it.”

You grinned at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling. “It was. Really. But,” you paused, your laughter bubbling up again as you turned onto your side to face him, “I think we should definitely do this again.”

Matt’s eyes widened for a split second, but then he burst into laughter alongside you, his deep, warm laugh filling the space between you. “Oh, we definitely will, princess,” he said, his voice low and full of promise, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a confidence that made your stomach flutter.

The two of you lay there for a while longer, your laughter fading into quiet smiles as the reality of the moment sank in. Matt pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you securely as you rested your head against his chest.

Neither of you needed to say anything else. In that moment, everything felt easy, natural, like this was exactly where you were meant to be. And with Matt’s steady heartbeat beneath your ear and his warm breath ruffling your hair, you couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something completely unexpected

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