clairo boy no further explanation needed thank u! friend!matt x fem!reader
𐀔⋆✩*｡‧“can you see me / i’m waiting for the right time” ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
𖦹 genre: fluff, friends to lovers ʚ♡ɞ
𖦹 warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing, suggestive at the end
𖦹 word count: 769 𖧧
𖦹 a/n: c l a i r o ! b o y ! ur telling me that first pic isn’t him. don’t play ‼️ i may do a continuation of this and get a little nsfw but only if u beg💋 ily xoxo🐇 ᵕ̈ ̤̮
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“i don’t wanna watch tv anymore,” she mumbled.
matt looked over, a confused expression drawing his eyebrows together as he reached for the remote. “is everything okay?”
the two had been enjoying dinner and sitcom reruns, but she was growing tired of the unresolved tension. for the past few months, they would get together and share innocent cozy nights. she had reached out to matt after reconnecting at a high school reunion, and they discovered they had much more in common (mainly, a love of red wine and music on vinyl).
“yeah, i just wanna sit for a sec,” she responded idly, her mind in a rose-colored trance. her goal tonight was to confess her blossoming feelings, but nerves were getting the best of her. “maybe some wine?” matt nodded and smiled sweetly at her. fuck, that smile. her shoulders relaxed slightly and she watched as he grabbed the bottle of cabernet and two glasses.
she pulled a pillow to her stomach and brought her foot onto the couch cushion, resting her cheek on her knee and taking in the sight of matt’s fingers curled around the bottle. he pushed up the sleeves of his cream-colored cable knit sweater, and his forearms flexed as he poured their drinks. something in her stomach flipped. she turned her head away, trying to hide the slight blush forming across her cheeks. matt’s rings clinked softly against the bowls of the glasses, and he took care not to grip too harshly.
“do you want me to put on an album?” matt suggested, placing the drinks down gingerly on the coffee table. she inhaled deeply and nodded. “could you get Blue?”
“good pick,” matt murmured as he skimmed through the record crate. he found the classic indigo cover and pulled the vinyl out of its sleeve, setting it carefully on the turntable.
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joni mitchell’s velvety voice skimmed across the room and covered the two in a haze, a reflection of the snowy blanket resting on the streets outside. the radiator worked overtime as the bitter northeast cold snuck in through a cracked window. a biting breeze slid along the stripe of skin between her henley and pajama pants, and she shuddered. matt’s eyes widened as she absentmindedly moved closer to him on the couch.
perhaps it was the multiple refills of wine, or the proximity, but he suddenly felt bolder. he had been avoiding his own burgeoning feelings for her, afraid to taint a healthy friendship. tonight felt different somehow. they had fallen asleep together on the couch many a time, dozing off mid-conversation, but this was more delicate. an unnamed purity shattered; some sort of barrier between them had fallen this time around.
wrapping an arm around her shoulders, matt pulled her towards him and grabbed the throw blanket that was draped along the seat back. “are you cold?” he asked pointlessly, taking her fingers in his. “let me warm you up.”
her heart rate quickened at his words. did he mean to say it like that? she giggled nervously, turning to look him in the eyes, and found a sincerity the color of denim. “c’mere,” he hummed, tugging at her shirt childishly and leaning back so his head rested on the arm of the couch. she obliged, blushing from the wine (or so she’d say), and settled on top of him, resting her ear over his heart. he hoped it wasn’t beating too loudly, and she hoped he couldn’t feel her second heartbeat against his thigh.
one by one, matt removed his rings and placed them on the coffee table next to the empty glasses. she could have sworn he let out a quiet hiss when he leaned over, and she adjusted her hips subconsciously. his hands found their way around her waist, fingertips exploring the bottom hem of her shirt. “is this okay?” he whispered as he slid long fingers beneath the fabric, the contact sending tingles across her lower back. she sighed shakily and managed to breathe out a quiet “yes.”
a relieved smile spread across matt’s face, and he was grateful she couldn’t see him in that moment. he pressed gently on her back, pulling her flush to him and creating a treacherous friction. his other hand squeezed the pillowy flesh above her hip, as if kneading dough.
“what was the name you were talking about the other day?” his question caught her off guard. just yesterday, someone had brought up pet names in conversation, and she’d mentioned that her favorite was “bunny.” he pretended to forget it a little longer, before speaking down into her hair.
☆ . . . matt doesn't understand what he's doing as he stares at your glistening folds, listening to your instructions as his hands grip the fleshy meat of your thighs, giving you a quick nod before leaning in to take a hesitant lick.
he jumps when he hears the noise that slips out of your lips, his body tensing as your knees knock together behind his head, caging him in between.
your taste lingers on his tongue, and he rubs his lips together thoughtfully — he isn't sure on how to explain it, but he sure as hell wasn't going to vocally admit how fucking sweet you tasted, not wanting to feel more embarrassed that he already is.
he leans in again to take a few more experimental licks before relaxing himself into it, his tongue pushing between your folds and slurping up your arousal that gushes from your entrance.
"that's it, matt... r-right there." your gasps of pleasure urge him on, and he buries himself deep, allowing himself to do what he thinks is right and his chest soars with pride when he hears you moan loudly.
your hands rest on the top of his head, holding the tufts of his hair carefully, not pulling and tugging him as you're worried you'll scare him away — but matt's not going anywhere.
matt feels glued in place as he devours your pussy messily, a mess of his spit and drool, and quiet moans slip from his lips at the addicting taste that covers his tongue.
he can't seriously get enough of you, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you closer to his face despite you already being as close as possible. he wants you to lock your legs around his head to hold him in — to hold him there for eternity if he was allowed.
he still doesn't fully understand what he's doing, and there's a tinge of worry and panic in the back of his mind at not making you feel good, but the way you're reacting to him eating your cunt and toying your clit with his tongue, he knows he's doing something.. and it makes him feel like he's going crazy.
"why do you fuckin' taste so good..." matt murmurs with a whimper to himself, his fingers digging into the flesh of your skin as the sudden urge to cry hits him.
why does he feel so emotional being in between your legs? devouring you as if it's his last fucking meal? why has he never done this before? why didn't he do it sooner?
matt jerks back in surprise when his tongue dips into your hole and your pussy clenches at the sensation, more arousal dripping to the bedsheets below and his eyes flit up to you when you gasp.
"can.. can you do that?"
his eyebrows knit together in confusion. "do what?"
your gaze meets his, "fuck me with your tongue?"
the shock is evident on his expression as he asks, "i can — i can do that?"
matt knows you're not laughing at him, but he can't help but feel a little embarrassed and shy as you cover your mouth to stifle your amusement. he decides not to question it further as he focusses his attention back to your weeping cunt and he pokes out his tongue, lapping around your entrance before hesitantly pushing in.
his tongue doesn't go as far as he imagines his cock would — which makes his hips twitch against the bed at the thought — but feeling the warmth of your walls squeezing around his tongue has him moaning out loud, and he laps up as much as your slick as he possibly can.
you're moving too much for him to concentrate, and he's worried he's doing something wrong or making you uncomfortable. he glances up at you for a brief moment to see the expression on your face; your eyes are shut tightly, eyebrows pulled together in pleasure, mouth dropped open as sinful sounds rip from the back of your throat.
it lets him know that there's nothing wrong — in fact, he's doing really fucking good.
matt can't help but whine softly at your pleasurable state, and he wraps his lips around your clit to suck instead, remembering how you reacted when he did it a few minutes ago. he grunts when you leg hits the side of his head with force and he decides to hold them down, pressing them both to the mattress as he circles his wet muscle around your clit.
"oh! oh fuck — matt... 'm gonna cum," you pant heavily, your chest heaving with breathless moans. "matty... 'm gonna cum — you're gonna make me cum—"
"wanna make you cum," matt's words come out muffled against your pussy. "please, baby — let me make you cum."
feeling your body seize up in his hold and let out the most prettiest noises has matt moaning in your pussy, continuing to lick and suck at your clit like a starved animal. you're trembling around him, and the grip you have on his hair is tightening, leaving a dull ache on his skull but he takes no notices as he holds your shaking legs down, devouring every last drop of cum that you give him.
your body jolts when he doesn't stop riding your through your high, and his grip is too strong for you to free yourself and it results in you hitting the top of his head, pathetic sobs spilling from your lips as you beg him to stop from how sensitive you are.
"i wan' more," matt mouths on your pussy, his tongue licking a wet stripe through your folds and you suck in a sharp breathe. "i wan' more — need more, i need it. don' make me stop... please, give me one more."
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