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synopsis: all the first-times in your relationship with Matt that are so pure — so raw.
warnings: SMUT , FLUFF , doll .ᐟ reader, soft dom Matt, this has a LOT, but it's soft and romantic. Read at your own discretion. NOT PROOFREAD.
wc: 3k+
ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ
Matt couldn’t believe he met a girl like you, someone so brutally soft.
Silence spoke volumes between you two. Ever since the first date, it never felt awkward. The quiet air never made either of you scramble for words to say. It was so soft, so calming – so delicate.
Neither of you rushed into intimacy. Long nights were always spent cuddling, watching the moonlight pool through his window as your limbs tangled in his silk sheets. Kisses had been exchanged with such a passionate and slow rhythm. Neither of you wanted anything else but to bathe in the velvety aura of something so soft and pure.
It was like rocking a baby. Falling didn’t seem scary – it seemed inviting and peaceful. The sweetness of the love never deterred. Fears were buried by each push further and deeper into the relationship, every word and action guaranteeing the dream-like reality.
There was no rush. Since day one, it’s always been so slow – so sacred. Something so delicate that neither of you could dare to push too hard, following each other with calm, light footsteps down a new path of something foreign yet nostalgic.
00 . . . the first time he kissed you.
You felt like a puddle in his gaze. It’s so easy to follow him down the sand, listening to the waves as stars glisten on the water. Normally, you wouldn’t let a guy take you out this late with no one around. But, you feel like you can trust him.
“I have to take you home soon, but…I really like spending time with you,” Matt says.
Usually, butterflies of excitement would be in your stomach. But they’re everywhere. Especially in your chest.
He’s taken you on three dates. Your friends had pestered you about the ‘third date’ standard – sex, but you had told them he hadn’t even kissed you yet. There didn’t feel like there was any pressure for anything. You both just liked each other’s company. You didn’t need some physical connection to prove something here was worth exploring. You already knew.
“I like spending time with you.” Your toes dig into the stand as you both pause to stare at each other.
There’s something about his eyes. Something so familiar. It feels like you're looking at the moon, something so untouchable.
Kiss me.
Your eyes peer into his with the silent plea. Words aren’t forced, a silent understanding makes him lean in closer, his hand holding yours as his other wraps around your waist.
His breath is fanning on your lips, his eyes searching for permission as you feel something within you completely collapse, no walls or guards up as you let him truly look at you.
“Can I…” his hand moves from your waist, fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear as he looks at you with curiosity. “-can I kiss you?” he breathes, his hand tangling in your hair as you nod your head, your chest tightening with anticipation as he starts to lean down.
It feels like a dream.
You don’t remember your eyes closing. You don’t even remember how cold the air had become.
There’s nothing but him. Only him.
His lips land on yours so gently, a type of tenderness you’ve never felt before. It’s a kiss, but it’s so much more than that. There is no spark scaring you away from intensity. It’s just this – it’s just him.
Matt’s lips are appreciating yours, the way it just feels so natural, so comfortable. The sand seems to sink beneath your feet. You’re held hostage in the feeling of vulnerability. But you don’t even wanna run. You don’t care however much sand the wind is blowing into your hair. You don’t care about anything except for how welcomed you feel, how cherished you feel.
And it’s just a kiss.
But there’s no rush.
01 . . . the first night.
Swarms of anxiety – something unfamiliar for how you typically felt spending time with Matt, but it’s uncharted territory. He’d never asked if you wanted to stay over for the night. You’re not sure what this means, what’s expected of you.
Did it mean that he wanted more?
You shared long kisses, but nothing quite pushed past a soft moan humming between your lips from how passionately he always kissed you.
Matt can feel your uncertainty. You’ve both gotten ready for bed, but he can see the slight reluctance in your posture, prohibiting you from completely relaxing.
“Okay – what’s going on? Talk to me.”
Your eyes stare at the wall nervously, your hands playing in your lap as you feel Matt sit down next to you on the edge of the bed.
“I…um, nothings wrong–” Matt cuts you off, taking one of your hands into his before placing his lips on the back of your palm. “Somethings wrong. Just talk to me, I can practically hear you thinking,” he remarks.
Your shoulders sink. The anxious babble of words is racing through your mind, but you don’t know how to say it.
“I just…you want me to spend the night, Matt. We’ve…we’ve never... just, ugh,” you sigh, frustratedly helpless in expressing the vicious thoughts consuming your mind.
Matt tugs on your hands, grabbing your attention as your eyes shift over to his. You can see the same moonlight as always, a reassurance washing over you as he starts to speak. “I just wanted to cuddle you. You…you’re more than enough just being next to me, okay? We don’t need to do anything. There’s no rush.”
Your head falls onto his shoulder as you let out an exasperated sigh.
It’s Matt, why did you think anything else?
“I’m sorry. I’m just…just getting in my own head,” you explain.
“I do it too, it’s okay,” Matt reasons, hanging his arm around your shoulders as he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.
“-it’s just me, remember? There’s no rush.”
02 . . . the first of something more.
Your lips are addicting to him. He can’t get enough of the feeling, the comfort and relief he gets from it, how he can make you feel his devotion through his lips desperately chasing yours.
“Matt,” you whisper, breathlessly as he slowly devours you, your lips tingling from how long you’d been kissing for at this point.
But you can’t get enough of it – of him. You love the way he pours himself into you through his lips moving against yours, a pattern completely lost and forgotten as you both succumb to such a natural rhythm of movement.
His hands rest on your hips. He’s so lost in you that he doesn’t realize what has made you so breathless. “-hm?” he hums into your mouth, a vibration of your moan making his chest pound with a loud drum of his heart.
Your hands clasp into his shoulders tightly, your chest pushing into his as your back arches slightly.
And then he realizes.
He had been so drunk off you, so intoxicated by you, he hadn’t even meant to roll his hard bulge up into you. But he did. And it felt good.
Matt tries to be more mindful, his kisses getting even more desperate and sloppy as he reminds himself to stay still. “-’m sorry, sorry. Just…can’t get enough of you like this, princess,” he rasps.
You’re more than comfortable. In all honesty, you didn’t mind in the slightest. Heat pools between your legs, a pulse becoming painfully recognizable as he keeps himself contained, only his lips showing all his desperation.
“No, I,” you gasp, your mouth falling open as his lips start to venture to your neck. He’s just so hungry – so viciously romantic with each passionate kiss. “-more.” Your hands tug on his hair. Matt loses his composure, his hard length grinding up against you as his lips fall flat, a moan vibrating against your neck.
“God. Are you sure? I – fuuccckkk,” he groans, his teeth nibbling onto the delicate skin of your neck as you grind your hips.
His hands clutch onto your waist. He’s not pushing you down, he’s simply holding onto you tightly, a desperation to hold you and reassure you making his hands stay planted against your skin, heavy breathes falling from his mouth and onto your neck covered in his saliva.
“Matt,” you pant, your head falling into the crook of his shoulders as he takes over, grinding himself up into you as your hands pull on his hair.
One of his hands slides down to your hip, keeping you in place as he slowly circles his hard cock through both your clothes, relishing in the heat radiating from your core. His other hand slides up, cupping the back of your head as he soothes you.
“Shh, I got you, sweetheart. I – mhm,” he whines, his thighs tensing more and more with each movement. “-fuck, is this okay? Does my princess feel good?” he purrs, his head leaning further over your shoulder as he feels your legs tense over and over, the whines spilling from your lips into the crook of his neck telling him you feel good, really good.
“I – yes, it’s,” you shriek as your gut tightens even further. Matt coos, holding you even tighter and continuing the same lazy grind of his hips. “-’s so…so,” you gasp, clutching onto him even tighter. He’s sure to keep his movements the exact same. His cock twitches every time the whimper falls from your lips as he presses himself hard against your clothed heat.
“Thaaat’s it,” he says, petting over the back of your head as he feels your body go rigid. “-just let go, baby. I’m,” his words get cut off from a groan ripping from the back of his throat, “-’m right there with you, fuck.”
It’s so warm between your bodies. Every motion is so addicting, the feeling of him so close to you absolutely consuming you. A harsh, deep noise is ripped through his lips as he feels your legs shake on either side of him. Somehow, it gets even warmer, even more addicting as he feels his dick pulse while sticky cums spurts from his tip and soaks his briefs.
Your heaves for air are concerningly shaky, your legs still quivering on either side of him as he pets through your hair, trying to catch his own breath. “Fuck – can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, hugging you closer as his hand sitting on your hip moves to hug around your waist.
You whine as you feel his hips rock one more time, the feeling of your panties sticking to your dripping heat so overwhelmingly euphoric.
“Did so good for me,” he soothes, “-letting me have you like this. Fuck – I love it. I love you.”
03 . . . the first time.
The same thing had happened so many times. Grinding on his clothed cock until you were both heaving for air. But this time it wasn’t enough, this time you needed more.
“Fuuuuccckkkk,” Matt’s head drops, his lips brushing against your ear as he lets his hard length rub against you, the only barrier being your panties.
You can barely see anything. The lack of distractions makes the pleasure consume you even more.
“Matt, please. I – I want more,” you cry, your hands tugging in his hair brutally as he tightens his muscles to push himself even closer against you.
Your statement is more than enthusiastic, an obvious desperation in your voice making it clear that you need more this time. Matt’s elbow supports his weight, caging in your head as he loops his fingers around the waistband of your panties. He nearly falls as his hips continue to mindlessly sputter into yours.
“Are you…are you sure?” he asks.
You’re left with nothing but desire, your hips lifting as you mumble another plea. Matt slides your underwear down your legs, the hot air gathering beneath the blankets making you even further aware of just how wet you are.
The lack of fabric makes you whine as you feel the slick drip down. Your legs go to close shut, pulling Matt closer as you feel his bare length brush against your folds.
An embarrassingly loud moan echoes from the both of you. Matt reaches over, grabbing a condom from his nightstand drawer before standing on his knees and sliding it on.
“You’re…” he’s hypnotized as he runs his fingers through your wet pussy lips, nearly drooling at the sight of you writhing from the simple touch. You’re pulsing for him. “--you’re so wet, sweetheart.”
“Please.” you beg, dignity seeming to disappear as you lock your legs around him, pulling him against you.
“Yeah?” Matt purrs softly, caging your head with his arm as he keeps himself propped above you, his lips tickling your ear as his other hand guides his tip along your wet slick. “Want me to fuck you, princess? Fill you up?” he husks, hissing as your hips move, desperately trying to suck him in as his tip glides right over your entrance.
Your nails digging into his shoulder tell you how much you need him. “Please, Matt. Please, please–”
“Shhh, shhh,” he coos, letting his tip line up with your dripping hole. He’s too sweet to torture you any longer. The pleas spilling from your lips were beyond thrilling, but all he wants to do is give you everything and more. “Relax for me, okay?”
It’s hard to relax. Your muscles are tensing with anticipation and need. The second you feel his cock slipping into you, you’re a puddle of euphoria. It’s not even just the physical sensation. You just feel so close, so vulnerable and safe.
“Oh,” your mouth drops open. The sensation of him stretching you open is blissfully perfect. So slow, so tender.
“Yeah, god – just – just gonna fuck you nice and slow, okay? Just,” he starts to slowly rock his hips, pulling out after only half his length is buried in you. “-fuck, princess. You’re suckin’ me in,” he strains, gritting his teeth as he feels just how tight your walls are pulling him in.
“-’m sorry, I,” your babbling nonsense. Matt huffs at your blissful state, a sense of pride from your vulnerable state making his dick sink deeper into you. He’s so close, he’s a part of you right now, carefully plunging his length into you slowly.
“Oh – oh my god,” he breathes, hesitantly pushing himself deeper with each thrust, the twist of your hands in his hair giving him endless encouragement.
Your mouth falls open, your head digging into the pillow as you let yourself be utterly consumed by every sensation.
Matt’s cock is digging into you passionately. Every slow thrust is gliding right against such sensitive nerves inside of you, your walls gushing against him from how excessively wet he had already made you.
“Shit,” he seethes, his elbow supporting his weight shifting as he lets his hand slide under your head, pulling you into his shoulder as he fucks you sweetly, romance oozing from his passionate movements with each rock of his hips.
You claw into his back. It all feels so intimate, so raw.
“Matt, I — I,” you breathlessly heave, his motions faltering as a whimper falls past his lips.
“Tell me. Please,” he cradles your head even closer into the crook of his neck. “-tell me how good I make you feel, sweetheart, I — need it, god,” he rasps.
A sharp gasp pulls from your lips. He’s so deep, crawling into you with care and desperation to be closer – to make you feel good.
“-so good, it’s—”
Your words are cut off by a loud cry pushing past your lips. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours as he completely bottoms out is everything. Pure devotion leaks through his aura as he clutches you impossibly closer, his hips unsteadily and sloppily fucking into you.
“Mmmph, yeah…just…just wanna make my girl feel good, my – my pretty girl,” he hisses, your walls taking his length greedily.
His intentions are displayed with nothing but love. His hips digging into yours over and over again as you feel a warmth spread inside your gut and your chest.
“Matt, I’m –’m,” you swallow, completely blinded by waves of pleasure as he sinks into you over and over again, his whines becoming more frequent as his pace becomes more erratic.
“I, please,” he begs, his fingers tangling in your hair as he hugs you even tighter, “-cum with me, princess. Need it, need you – need, oh, oh my,” he breathes your name over and over again, completely entranced as your pussy pulls him in, clenching and convulsing around his cock.
“Matt!” you cry, completely stricken with vicious pleasure pulsing through every pore in your body, the overwhelming sensation making you feel so emotional as you cry his name.
“Oh – mmmm,” Matt’s voice is completely strained. His cries and hums are muffled, his lips pursing as he focuses on fucking you so deeply, his love pouring from his mouth as he whispers sweet praises while riding out his high. “--fuck, so good, princess. Always so perfect for me, I – fuck,” his voice cracks, a cry of pleasure and raw emotion leaking from his heart, “-I love you. So much. Love, love, love you,” he repeats, heaving as he slows his hips to a stop, letting his weight rest on you as you both gasp for air.
Matt can’t help but breathe his devotions. The words spill, making your chest tighten and relax at the same time.
It’s just so pure.
So raw.
