This Love
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pairing - matt murdock x fem!reader
type - smut, fluff, 16+
note / request - "academic rival!matt and you being each other's firsts <3333" Hope you guys enjoy!!
summary - after years of being enemies, you and matt finally get together
warnings / includes - language, fingering, hand job, oral (f receiving), p in v sex
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*gif isn’t mine*
"What's up friends!" You grin. You sit down at the table, glancing over to your right. "Murdock."
"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he states. You roll your eyes and set your eyes on Foggy. "How's it going?"
"Better now that you're here," Foggy smiles. You chuckle. "Oh, I know. I'm the only reason why you're surviving Columbia."
"Ah, yes, because you are the center of the world," Matt remarks. "Jealous?" You smirk.
"The opposite, actually," he hums.
"You guys can just have sex already," Foggy states. You and Matt both groan.
"In her dreams."
"In his dreams."
You glare at Matt while he makes a face while reading braille.
“The day I dream about having sex with you is the day I die,” you snort.
Matt smirks, “how come you’re still alive then?” You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“I wish I didn’t.” You push your tray of food away. “And just like that, my appetite has diminished.”
“Don’t mind if I do, then,” Matt says and reaches out to grab your food.
“Hey!” You slap his hand away. A thrill runs up your spine as your skin meets his, but you ignore the feeling bubbling up inside of you, pushing it deep down. “I never said you could have it!”
“You basically did,” he scoffs. “And if you’re not going to eat it, then you’re basically wasting food. And who would I be to waste —”
“God, you’re insufferable,” you groan. “Fine, you can have my chips. But I’m saving my sandwich and soup for later when I’m not in your presence.”
“Good to know I have some effect on you,” Matt smirks.
You stare at the quirked corner of his lips, your mind wandering. You imagine how his lips would feel on yours, how soft they would glide across your body. How they’ll nip at your skin, his teeth creating love bites on the most secret parts of yourself.
“You good, Y/n?” Foggy asks. You snap out of your daze, seeing that Matt’s smirk is wider. You look down at your lap, your face burning with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I’m really tired.”
“Maybe you should get some sleep then,” Matt states, plucking the bag of chips from your tray and opening them.
“Did I ask?” You snap. “Not verbally,” he says.
“Why are you so annoying today? Did Elektra leave you again for the like, what? Hundredth time?” You accuse.
Matt’s eyebrows knit and he frowns. “One, I left Elektra. Two, you’re the one being so annoying.”
“Oh, yeah? And how so?” You prompt, resting your elbow on the table and leaning close to him. You cross your legs and you see his nostrils flare.
“You’re just you,” he mutters, lowering his head and continuing to eat his chips.
“Some people would consider that a gift,” you remark.
Matt mutters something incoherent. You’re curious, but don’t push. From his expression, you two are done teasing each other until your next encounter.
“Are you ready for that test?” Foggy changes the subject, noticing the shift in the air. You flash a thankful smile, straightening up in your seat and conversing with him.
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“Are you going to the mixer tonight?” Your roommate, Lara, asks.
“I’m not sure. Are you?” You ask. “Yep. Foggy is taking me,” she grins.
You smile, “oh, really. When did this happen?” “An hour ago. He accidentally spilled tea all over me, and as an apology, I told him he can take me to the mixer. He gladly obliged,” she explains.
“Hm, not surprising. He’s had his eye on you for a while,” you say.
“I know. It was about time I relieve him,” she says. “I bet he’s on top of the world,” you agree.
“So am I,” she sighs dreamily. She continues tweezing her brows, leaning forward on the vanity. You resume studying, turning the page, and getting a whiff of a familiar, musky scent.
Matt’s charming smile pops into your face. The familiar scent is his. You lean forward and smell your book. It smells nothing out of the ordinary. You frown as you realize his scent just came to you. You try to push it out of your mind, re-reading the words from your textbook, but you can’t focus. Suddenly, your mind is clouded with thoughts of Matt. You let out of frustrated huff, slamming your book close. You figure you can clear your mind with a short walk around campus. You’ve been cooped up in your room for a couple of hours now. Maybe the lack of fresh air was making you crazy.
“I’m going out for a walk. Have fun at the mixer. Tell me how it goes when you get back,” you say.
“I might not be back tonight,” Lara smirks. “But I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. I won’t leave out any details.”
You chuckle, “I think you should spare some details.” You step out of your dorm room, turning left and making your way outside of your building. You walk down to the library, looking through the windows to see all the students studying. Matt catches your eye.
You stop in your track, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket as you observe him. He has his earbuds in that’s attached to a laptop. His hands are splayed out in from of him, his fingers moving across the paper to read braille. You were amazed at how fast he could read braille. You could barely read that fast.
His senses seem to pick up on you as he turns his head in your direction. Your hairs on the back of your neck raise. You didn’t know how he did it. It was like he had super senses. It both intrigued you and scared you.
You know he can definitely tell you’re there as he gives you a smile. You smile back, forgetting he can’t see you. You mentally face-palm, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. He doesn’t seem to notice, thankfully.
He waves you forward, gesturing to the seat across from him. You debate on going in or not. The whole purpose of your walk was to get away from the thought of him. But now you were about to spend time with him.
Before you could make a decision, your feet began to walk you to the doors. You didn’t fight with your body, opening the library doors and walking over to Matt.
“Hello,” you say, your voice tight. “You know, stalking people is considered creepy,” he remarks. He takes one earbud out and resumes reading braille.
“Oh, how you flatter yourself,” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t stalking you. I was taking a walk and happened to see you.”
“I see. And how was your walk? I hope I didn’t interrupt.”
“It was fine. I needed the fresh air. And no, you didn’t.”
“Good,” he nods.
You both sit in awkward silence. When you two were being civil to each other, it felt weird. Both of you were so used to insulting each other and feeling the thick, hot tension. Now that it wasn’t there, you weren’t sure what to do next.
“So, um, did you enjoy the chips?” You ask. He chuckles, “you’re asking me about chips?”
“I don’t know! You’re obviously busy. I don’t know why you invited me here,” you say.
“The company is nice,” he shrugs. Your lips upturn into a smile. “You like my company.”
“Hey, don’t let it get to your head. It’s already as big as it is.”
“Rude!” You scoff. “I could say the same thing about you. You are the most egotistical man I know.”
“I gotta make up for being blind somehow.”
Your smile becomes bigger. You lean forward, scooting your chair in. You lift your foot up, dragging it softly against his pant leg, putting pressure on his calf. “Not that you need to make it up, but I’m sure you have other ways of doing so.”
His breath hitches and his hands move slower on the page. “And what do you think do things are?”
You shrug, sliding across the table. “You tell me, Matty.” His name on your lips becomes breathy and rough. Matt’s heart is pounding in his chest. His skin is on fire. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. It takes everything in him not to move closer to you. He can smell your body wash from across the table, but it’s not enough. He wants to be drowned in your scent. He wants to bask in your touch and feel your kiss all over him.
“I got you, didn’t I?” You grin.
It takes him a few moments to recalibrate. “I-I have no idea what you’re doing about.”
You giggle, “alright, I’ll let you stay in denial.”
“Are you going to the mixer?” He asks, resuming reading braille. “I am not, sadly. You?” You ask.
He shakes his head.
You frown, “why not? You love those things. Free food and booze.”
“I do love those things,” he chuckles, “but I’m too busy tonight.”
“Oh, with what?” You’re intrigued. Usually Matt never is busy unless he has a date. Who was the lucky girl this time?
“I just have to study,” he explains. You scoff, “yeah, right. With which girl?”
He frowns, “with nobody.” “You’re skipping a social event to study? Doesn’t seem very Matt Murdock to me,” you state.
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think then,” he shrugs. You narrow your eyes at him. “Why don’t I study with you, then? I’m not going either.”
You were planning to go. You decided last minute during your walk, but now you had an opening to spend time with Matt. You were going to have the whole night to annoy him. And you were never going to admit this, but you enjoyed his company. Each day you considered him more a friend than a rival. Each day your feelings for him grew.
“Why aren’t you going? I thought you loved those things?” He smirks.
“I’m busy tonight,” you echo his words. He grins, “alright. We can study together. But I’m studying for my ethics class. If you’re up for that.”
“Oh, please. I can pass ethics in my sleep,” you say. “You failed it last semester, right?” He says.
You kick his ankle under the table. “Do not speak of my failures! It’s very rude.”
He laughs, throwing his head back in joy. You can’t help but smile. His laugh was a sound you thoroughly enjoyed to hear. He began to pack up his textbooks and wrapped up his earbuds. He turns to you before getting up.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
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You’re quite nervous as you walk to Matt’s dorm. You feel like fainting. Your throat is dry and your heart continues to skip. Before you knock on his door, it opens. The sight of him makes your knees weak.
He’s not dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. He’s wearing grey sweatpants that are low on his hips, showing the waistline of his boxers. On his top, he’s wearing a wife-beater, showing off his muscles. You can’t stop staring.
“Come in,” he says, acting clueless. In reality, he can feel your stare. Your eyes burn his skin like a laser beam. He has to force himself to keep his cool.
“Thanks.” Your voice is small as you step in. You look around the room. It was as messy as the last time you’ve been there.
“Foggy’s at the mixer. I think he and Lara went together,” Matt says.
You nod, “they did. Lara couldn’t shut up about it.”
“Neither could Foggy,” Matt laughs.
You watch as he saunters over to his desk, sitting back down and reading the braille on the page. “Join me,” he suggests.
You do so, walking over slowly. You sit down in the chair next to him, placing your hands into your lap. “So, what am I helping you study with?” You ask.
“You can quiz me, I suppose,” he suggests. “Sure,” you nod.
He hands you Foggy’s copy of the textbook, which is not in braille.
“Open to chapter four,” Matt directs. You do so, eyes widening at the page. “This is a lot.”
“That’s why you failed, huh?” Matt grins. You roll your eyes. “Are you going to remind me of that all the time?”
“With every chance I get,” Matt confirms. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter.
“It’s part of my charm,” he remarks. “Is that how you get all the ladies? Or should I say, that’s how you drive them away?” You hum, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.
“Well, if that were true, you wouldn’t be here, yes?”
“I am not one of your ladies.”
He puts his hand on your knee, making you look up at him. He can feel your pulse race near your popliteal. Slick grows between your thighs as his fingers crawl up your skin, wrapping around your thigh and making their way up to your shorts. You suck in a breath, goosebumps forming on your skin as his warm hands smooth across your body.
He leans forward and you can feel his breath on your lips. The hot air fans your face, making you warm all over. His lips are millimeters from yours. Your eyes are studying them, watching with anticipation. He moves to your ear, darting his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.
“You can become one,” he says huskily.
You gulp in reply. You can’t think straight. He’s never gotten this close to you. You’re infatuated by his scent. It fills your nostrils. All you can think about is him. Matt. Matt. Matt. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel him. Images of him towering over you in bed, his hands on your thighs, swinging your legs over his shoulders cloud your mind. You feel your panties dampen, your belly filling with need.
You want to give in. The whole year you two have been academic rivals, and your feelings for each other have grown. Romantic and sexual. First, it started with you imagining cuddling with him, and going on dates. But now you just want to rip his clothes off and have your way with him.
“You mean that?” You ask, staring at his lips.
His throat goes dry. He talks a big talk, but he’s never actually gone all the way. He’s had many girls in his room in the past, but usually, they’re the ones receiving most of the pleasure. And not that he minds. He loves pleasing and giving. But he’s been waiting for that special person, and honestly, he thinks that person is you.
“I-I —” his mind goes blank. He was teasing at first, and he knew his effect on you. He didn’t know if you were playing along or you meant it. The sincerity in your voice, and the pattern of your heart, all point to signs of you meaning it. But he doesn’t want to mistake wishful thinking with the truth.
“I want you, Matt,” you say. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I-I need you at this point. Please, tell me you’re not playing around this time.” Your hand moves up to his shirt and you clutch the collar, bringing his forehead on top of yours. You brush your lips across his, both of your hearts jumping out of your chests. His grip on your thigh firms and he reaches out with his other hand, placing it onto the curve of your hip.
“You’re serious?” He asks. “Yes,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You clench your thighs together, the thoughts of him not being enough. You fist his shirt tighter. “Are you?” You ask.
He doesn’t answer you verbally. Instead, he plants his lips on yours. His kisses are fervent but passionate. You melt against him immediately, both of your hands flying up to his neck. You bury your fingers into his hair, ruffling through the soft strands. You move from your seat to his, placing yourself on his lap and pressing your body close to his.
His hands slide under your thighs, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. He gently places you on his mattress, continuing to kiss you. His lips were soft and fit with yours. Kissing him feels like a wild fantasy. The way your teeth clashed, his saliva mixing with yours, how his touch filled you with sweet warmth. It’s all you could ever wish for.
He trails sweet kisses down your face, burying his face into your neck and sucking hickeys. His hands move from the back of your thighs to the top of your shorts. You can feel him hesitate as he feathers over the drawstring.
“Undo it. Take it off.” You sound desperate and needy. Matt catches on the the tone of your voice, smiling against your skin. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
His words make your heart flutter and his smile grows wider. He quickly undoes the strings, slowly taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor. You watch with anticipation as his hands roam your lower body. His fingertips slowly feel over your panties, trying to figure out what material you’re wearing.
“Cotton?” He guesses. “Bingo,” you breathe out as he brushes up against your clit.
“What color?” He asks. “Red,” you answer. “My favorite,” he grins.
His hands skim under your shirt, making you shiver. You lower your head, not taking your eyes off of his curious touch as he touches your clothed tits. His thumbs lay flat across your bra cup, feeling your hardened nipples.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. Your body feels hot all over. “You think so?”
He nods eagerly. “I know so. I’ve always thought that about you.”
“Oh, really?” You hum. “Yep. Your charm, your scent, the way you walk, your voice, the clothes you wear. You’re gorgeous inside and out,” he explains.
Your heart swells at his words. Your hands cup his face and you bring it up to yours, pressing his forehead to yours. “So are you, Matt. You have no idea how handsome you are. The first time I saw you, I just had to get to know you. And although you can be so irritating sometimes —” your voice breaks into a giggle. He mirrors your facial expressions, laughing with you. You caress his cheek lovingly, pecking his lips. “Your personality is what I like the most. The way you think, your confidence, your laugh, your intelligence. It’s all so sexy. I… I love it.”
He’s grinning like a madman now, and his face is the color of a firetruck. “I love everything about you, too. I’m so glad we became enemies.”
“Enemies might not be the right words now,” you say. “What do you want to call us now?” He asks.
You loosen your grip on his face and allow him to go back to your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your flaming skin, his teeth nipping and causing you to moan.
“Lovers?” You suggest. Your voice is heavy with lust. He smiles while he kisses your body. He licks a trail down your collar bone, tugging your shirt down to expose more skin. “I love the sound of that,” he remarks.
You take the initiative and slip your shirt off, leaving you half-naked. Although you know he can’t see, the anxiety of being in your underwear for the first time in front of someone bubbles in your chest. He can feel your body and then decide if he truly likes it. That seems more daunting than him being able to see it. You knew how much Matt paid attention to detail, how he could pick a single scent out of a hundred, how he could somehow hear from miles away. You wonder if he’s going to be able to pick out your insecurities with one single move.
“Bra is the same color?” He asks. “No. It’s black,” you answer. “I bet you look divine,” he says. “You feel like it.”
He runs down your body, his hands molding with your curves as he settles at your hips. His right hand stays while his left explores more. He goes up to your collar bone and neck, running across your soft skin. He finds your pulse, pressing up against the point, finding satisfaction in how it was racing.
“Did I do this?” He asks. “What do you think?” You smirk.
He chuckles, “I think I did. I like it. I like finally being able to indulge in my effects on you.”
“There’s more than just my heartbeat.” You take his right hand, dragging it down between your thighs. “If you’re interested,” you add, your grip on his hand faltering.
He places his hand on your inner thigh. “Trust me, I am.” He scoots down the bed, spreading your legs and diving between them. He inhales deeply, your tangy arousal filling up his senses. He became hungry with lust, needing to taste you, needing to feel your warmth and wetness on his tongue.
“Can I —?”
“Yes, Matt. Yes,” you nod eagerly.
His pants tighten at your desperation. He slides your underwear to the side, dipping his finger in slowly. You let out a low hum, wiggling your hips closer to his hand. Matt is entranced by how you feel around his finger. How wet you’ve become for him.
“You’re like a slip ‘n slide, and I’ve barely done anything,” he remarks. “You better do something before I turn into a desert,” you say.
He chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your pussy. Your eyes flutter as he places feather-light kisses on your mound, getting closer and closer to your clit.
“We both know just the sight of me makes you wet.” With his words, he enters his finger. You let out a gasp, eyes widening at the sudden feeling.
“Matt,” you moan as his tongue begins to flick your throbbing clit. You buck your face up to his mouth, enclosing your thighs around his face.
“Love it when you say my name like that,” he groans against your pussy. His lips enclose your clit and he slips another finger in, curling his fingertips to hit your g-spot.
A string of whimpers and curses fall from your lips. You’re gripping the bed and the hair at the top of his head, your back arching with each suck and lick.
“M-Matt. Fuck,” you groan as he adds another finger. Your toes are curling at the end of the bed, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, his teeth gently tugging on the sensitive bud. He lays his tongue flat against you, licking a long stripe up to your clit, sucking on it. The sounds his mouth makes are filthy. The sounds of him fingering you fill the room, along with your moans. The way your juices slide with the motions of his fingers fills his ears. He is right where he wants to be: engulfed in you.
Your walls clench his fingers and he knows you’re about to cum. Your muscles contract and the pitch of your moans become higher and higher. You chant his name like a prayer, your back arching one last time before you completely relax into the bed.
He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them dry. “Taste even better than I would have thought.”
You smile at his words, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. You crash his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly at the tangy taste.
“Was that okay?” Matt pulls away.
You cup his face on both sides, taking in his flushed featured and messy hair. “It was perfect. Thank you.”
He nods and smiles. “I’m glad you think so. I-Is there anything you want me to do differently next time?”
“Oh, next time?” You giggle. His cheeks turn red and he lowers his head. “I-I mean, I was thinking —”
“Nothing that I can think of, Matt,” you shake your head. You peck his lips a few times, running your hands through his hair before you fully kiss him.
Matt settles himself between your legs. As he does so, you feel his boner poke the inside of your thigh. The feeling sparks need and nervousness inside of you. If you two were to go all the way, then it would be your first time. You are positive that it would not be Matt’s next time, which is what makes you nervous. But the thought of him being your first fills you with need. Slick grows between your thighs and you reach one of your hands down to palm him.
He chokes a little while you kiss him. You squeeze his erection, beginning to move up and down.
“Y-You don’t have to do anything in return. I like giving,” Matt breathes out.
“And I like giving as well,” you grin.
He lets out a breathy laugh, his hands clutching the pillow above you as you reach into his sweatpants and underwear.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans. “Your touch is heavenly.”
Your face flushes at his words. Your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the accumulated pre-cum. You sit up on your elbow, placing your lips up to his ear. You lick the shell of his ear, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear lob. Breathy moans from him fill your ears. Your heart flutters with each one. The pace of your arm gets faster as you speak.
“I want you inside of me, Matt. I need you inside of me,” you breathe out.
You expect him to agree, get a condom, and get to work, but instead he stops all movement and pull away.
“W-What?” He sputters. He sits in shock. Your words echo in his head, causing his pants to tighten further. He becomes caught up in imagining what it would feel like. He knows how wet you can be. He knows how your body reacts to him. His heart thumps in his chest as he imagines fucking you.
How you feel embarrassed and ashamed. You begin to question yourself. You thought he would want it, that he would want you. You curse yourself in your head, tears of humiliation filling your eyes. How could you be so stupid? You should have asked him if he even wanted to have sex tonight.
Matt shakes himself from day dreaming as he hears you sniffle. He places his hand onto your cheek, wiping your tears away.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I’m sorry,” you say. “I should have asked and no assumed. Of course you don’t want to have sex with me. I’m a virgin and guys get weird about girls being —”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Matt rushes out. He takes your hand and sits you up, placing you on his lap. “Who said I didn’t want to have sex with you?”
“Just the way you reacted.”
His face falls. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to react in a bad way. I was actually imagining what it would be like with you. I like the idea very much. I love it.”
“Really?” Your brows raise. He nods. “Yes. But there’s something you need to know, too.”
“What, you have a small dick?” You smirk. “Ha-ha, very funny. You already know I don’t,” he states.
“Oh, Mr. Confident, I see,” you hum.
“Okay, seriously,” Matt says. “I… I’m also a virgin.”
Your eyes pop out of their sockets. “What?”
He frowns. “What do you mean “what”? Is it that obvious?”
“No! I mean, it’s obvious that you aren’t. You’re really telling me you never slept with Elektra?” You ask.
“We did things, but not full on intercourse,” he shakes his head. His cheeks turn to a dark red as he continues. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person. And… I believe that person is you.”
Your heart bursts at his words. Your face lights up with a smile and you crash your lips onto his, kissing him slowly and passionately. “You have no idea how great it is to hear that. It’s the same for me, too.”
“Really?” He can’t hide the smile growing on his face. You rest your forehead on his, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Yes, really.”
His hand snakes to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. “In that case, can I— can I have sex you?”
You giggle, “yes. Yes you can.”
“Lay down that gorgeous body of yours. I’ll get a condom,” he says.
You do so, taking off your remaining clothing. You watch with a pounding heart as he undresses, rolling the condom onto his length. He climbs back into the bed, taking your hips in his hands.
“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes. Well, wait,” you say. Your hands reach up to his face and you take ahold of his glasses. “Can we take these off?” You ask.
He turns shy. “U-Um, you sure? A lot of people become uncomfortable when they see my eyes. Since I don’t really know what to look at I just stare into space. I don’t want to weird you out.”
“You won’t,” you shake your head. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I just realized that I’ve never seen your eyes before. I would like to see them if it’s okay.”
“A-Alright. Sure,” he stammers.
You slowly slide his glasses off, smiling once you see his eyes. He has beautiful hazel eyes, specks of green and golden brown shining in the light’s reflection.
“I-Is it okay? You haven’t said anything,” he says.
You cup his face, bringing it close to his. “You’re perfect, Matt. All of you. Your eyes are so pretty. I can’t believe I’ve never seen them.”
He blushes red. You can feel the warmth under your hands.
“Thank you,” he says bashfully.
“Of course, Matty.” You lean up and peck his lips, your hands feeling over every inch of his body. You settle at his waist, pulling him in. “I’m ready when you are.”
He nods, “okay. Just let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable. We can stop anytime.”
“I will,” you smile.
You spread your legs open, your knees resting next to his thighs as he slips inside of you. He moves in so slow, you can’t feel anything. But as two inches fills you, you begin to feel a searing pain.
Your nails dig into the flesh on his shoulders. You whimper in pain. “Stop, stop, stop.”
He does so immediately, beginning to pull out, but you stop him.
“No, no. Just stay there. Let me get used to you,” you say.
“Are you sure? It might hurt —”
“Yes, I’m sure.” You wiggle under him, spreading your legs more to accommodate him. He was big, that was for sure. An inch or two above average, but it was his girth that made it hurt. Being a virgin, all you’ve had were fingers and a couple of sex toys inside of you. Nothing felt like this, though.
“Alright. It feels better now. You can start moving again,” you direct.
He nods, his eyes fixating on your collarbone as he moves inside of you. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moves further. He’s already addicted to the way you feel. How your walls hug him, how easily he slips in. It feels like heaven.
“Okay, okay. Stop again,” you pant.
He’s only halfway in, but you don’t think you can take anymore. Not tonight, anyways. “I-I’m sorry. This is all I can —”
Matt shuts you up with a kiss. “Please, don’t be sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. If you’d like to continue, I will stay this deep. I don’t care.”
“You don’t?” You ask. “No,” he shakes his head. “Honestly, this is perfect. I mean, any inch of me being inside of you feels perfect. But this - this is amazing.”
You reach up to kiss him, furrowing your brows as you put all your feelings into it. “You’re so sweet, Matt. Who knew?”
“Ah, now, c’mon. I thought we were past that,” he smirks.
You giggle, “never.”
“Mm, good. You’re the only one I like being passive aggressive with.” He nuzzled his nose with yours.
“Me, too, baby,” you hum. “You can start moving now, by the way. Just go slow, please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says.
He pulls back slightly, moving forward and reaching the same point he did. He does this a few times, feeling you become more comfortable with him each time. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he could watch sex to know what to do. And usually the girls took the initiative and went on top.
“What’s wrong?” You ask. “I-I… I don’t really know what to do,” he says.
“Me neither,” you let out a breathy laugh.
You fall silent for a moment, racking your brain for the next step. You wrap your arms around his neck, putting your feet up on the bed.
“Move out of me and then slowly slip in again,” you suggest.
“Okay,” he nods. He does so, slipping out to where only the head of his cock is still inside of you. He slowly moves forward. The action draws a long and low moan out of you. Your fingers tighten around his neck, your hips bucking up, causing him to slip in further. To your surprise, it didn’t hurt.
Your heart palpitates as he hits your pleasure point. You rest your hips back down into the mattress, your mind a little hazy at the feeling.
“Are you okay?” He asks. He takes your silence as pain.
“Yes, yes,” you nod. “Move, um, move further, please.”
“Okay,” he nods. He slides into you more. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades.
“Matt,” you moan at the stretch. “Mm, keep going.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He begins to move in and out of you, the sounds of your juices moving around his dick filling his ears. He buries his face in your neck, gently sucking your skin as he makes love to you. You moan his name with each thrust, soon becoming immersed in how he feels inside of you. You knew it would feel good, but you didn’t know it would feel this good.
You love how he just fits right inside of you. It’s like he was made for you. How his cock stretched you out perfectly, to where you can feel it but it wasn’t destroying you. How gentle but firm he was being. How loving his hands on your body felt. How his hot breath fanned your neck and gave you goosebumps.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans. He thrusts become slightly faster as the seconds pass. He still moves gently, though, keeping in mind not to hurt you.
His breathy moans make your lower stomach tighten. He can feel your walls squeeze him, causing his cock to twitch inside of you. You can feel it. You want more.
“So do you,” you moan. You push yourself up on your elbows, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, moaning and whimpering every second. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as they close, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot perfectly. Just the right speed and force to make your toes curl.
One of his hands reaches up and grasps your hand. He intertwines his fingers and brings your arm up to rest above your head. Your heart flutters in response, and you can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.
“You’re so perfect,” Matt moans. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting along the way.
You run your free hand down his chest, taking in his beautiful physique. “So are you,” you hum, your hand grabs his lower back, pulling him into you further.
“Fuck,” you pant as he slides further into you.
“My God,” Matt pants, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, Y/n. I-I’m close.”
You nod in agreement. “Yeah, me, too. Matt, fuck. Can you go a little faster?”
“Of course,” he nods. He picks up the pace, deciding to add more than just speed. He takes his free hand and wets his thumb, reaching between your sweaty bodies and finding your clit.
Your pussy pulsates around his cock as he begins to rub the throbbing bud. You squeeze his hand that you’re still holding, panting your heels into the mattress and bucking your hips up to meet his.
“Oh, Matt.” Your moans become high-pitched and breathy, your chest heaving up and town. Your lower stomach tightens and a familiar feeling dwells up.
“Fuck, Y/n. I love you,” Matt mumbles as he cums. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his movements faltering to a complete stop.
Your back arches and your muscles tighten before you completely relax. You let out a satisfied hum, letting yourself bask in your daze.
Matt’s sweaty body collapses next to you. He slowly pulls out of you, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed.
“Are you okay?” Matt asks. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Are you?”
“I am more than okay. That was… was just…”
You giggle tiredly, “I agree. That was indescribable.”
“In a good way?” He worries.
“Yes.” You put your hand on his face, kissing him sweetly. “I have to use the bathroom quickly.”
“Go ahead. Do you need anything when you come back? Water, a snack? Do you need help with anything?” He questions.
“Some water would be nice,” you say. “Okay. I’ll get you some,” he hurried out of the bed.
“Hey,” you call out. “Yeah?” He asks as he’s putting back on his clothes.
“Get yourself some, too. And a snack. You worked really hard tonight.”
He smiles, “will do.”
You use the bathroom and clean yourself up, returning to his room and finding Matt cleaning up the bed.
“Here are your clothes. I noticed you chose to wear mine.” He points to your folded clothes on his desk.
You smile, “thank you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I definitely don’t,” he grins. You sit back on the bed, thanking him as he hands you a glass of water.
“Did you enjoy it?” You ask. “You have no idea,” he says.
“Good. I… I’m glad I’m good at sex. Although I didn’t do anything,” you snort. “Trust me, you don’t need to do anything. Did I do well?” He asks shyly.
“Oh, for sure.” You scoot towards him and put your hand on his chest. “Maybe we can do this again, yeah?”
“Really?” He raises his brows. “Yep. Maybe after you take me out to dinner?” You suggest.
“Oh, definitely. I’d love to. As long as you’re okay with cafeteria food for dinner,” he chuckles.
You hum in contentment, leaning forward and pecking his lips. “As long as you’re there, I’m okay with anything.”
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