⠀ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭゙⠀ ⠀ׅ CHORDS & PAGES'ㅤ 𖥔 ㅤ AU ( guitarist!matt x bookish!reader )
★⠀ ⠀ּ ⠀ in which ⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀guitarist!matt showing you what else he can do with his fingers after his show...
ㅤׂㅤ⊹ ⠀smut ⠀ fingering, ⠀rutting / grinding, ⠀overstimulation, alot of kissing,⠀mild dirty talk...
You hadn’t meant to end up in Matt’s lap like this. Or maybe you had–you’d been clinging to him all night, tipsy warmth making your fingers linger a little too long on his arm, your head nuzzling against his shoulder whenever he leaned close.
The way your hands never stayed to yourself, how your thighs shifted restlessly whenever he brushed against you, how you looked up at him like he hung the moon.
By the time you were both tucked away in his car, parked under a quiet streetlight, the buzz from the show still humming in your chest, Matt had you perched across his lap, your dress hiked halfway up your thighs. His guitar rested against the seat behind him, forgotten. His fingers were focused on a far more pressing task—you.
“You really thought my fingers were only for guitar strings?” Matt murmured, lips brushing your jaw as he shifted slightly, keeping you snug in his arms. One hand cupped your hip while the other slid beneath your dress, tracing the soaked lace of your panties with deliberate slowness.
A shiver ran through you, gripping his shoulders, chest pressed to his. He kissed you hard, messy, eager, swallowing the tiny moan you couldn’t suppress. His fingers teased and curled expertly inside you, thumb pressing soft, insistent circles over your clit.
Your hips jerked against him, thighs trembling. He groaned low, tilting your chin up to capture your lips in a wet, lingering kiss. “Yeah… just like that,” he murmured. “Feels so good… having you like this.”
He shifted subtly, grinding the outline of his cock through his jeans against your wet panties. One arm held you impossibly close, keeping you snug as you couldn’t stop touching him like tracing his neck, tugging his shoulders, nuzzling against his chest or whatever.
His fingers flexed inside you, curling to drag out every little shiver and gasp. The overstimulation built gradually, teasing you until your thighs quivered, your back arched, your hips pressing into him like you couldn’t resist. Each subtle grind of his hips made you melt further, smearing him through fabric, ruining your panties completely.
“Mmh– yeah…” he murmured into your neck, teeth grazing your earlobe, sloppy kisses pressed along your pulse. “never seen a prettier sight...baby.”
Your hands tangled in his hair, clutched his chest, tugged him closer, as his fingers flexed expertly. Thumb circling relentlessly, dragging you along without mercy. Every micro-movement of your hips earned a low groan from him, subtle rutting that made your chest tighten against his.
He kissed down your jaw, over your cheek, soft and messy, swallowing your whines. “Could just keep you here forever…” he murmured, rocking slightly so the friction of his cock through denim teased your clit, drawing hitching gasps from your throat.
He shifted slightly, letting one of your legs rest over his shoulder, keeping the other spread against him. The angle made his thumb press harder against your clit while his fingers curled inside you, flexing to drag out every gasp, every shiver. You whimpered into his mouth, pressing hard against him, feeling the pulsing heat of his cock rubbing through his jeans against your folds, messy, teasing, overstimulating.
You clung to him, trembling, overstimulated, grinding reluctantly as his fingers worked your body methodically. He pressed tighter, arms holding you snug, grounding you in the heat, keeping you helpless and pliant.
“Mm… responsive, haah–” he breathed against your lips, tilting your face for a sloppy kiss.
Your thighs shook, hips jerking unconsciously, and he ground deeper into you, dragging the head of his cock along your wet folds. Fingers flexing, curling, thumb circling tirelessly—overstimulation building like a fire in your chest.
“You feel how soaked you are, baby?” he whispered, lips brushing along your jaw, dragging slow kisses from your neck to your temple. “All pressed against me like this…”
You whimpered, clinging to him, chest pressed to his, legs parting more as he rut subtly against you, fingers relentless, thumb working expertly. Every tiny brush of lips, press of body, made your stomach twist and tighten with delicious ache.
He groaned low, rutting harder, pressing firmly against your clit with the outline of his cock. His lips found yours again, messy, wet, tongue brushing yours, teeth grazing bottom lip. “oh godd...– so perfect,” he muttered, rocking slightly, drawing friction through your ruined panties.
Your hands dug into his shoulders, tugging him closer, nails scratching lightly. Your body shook, but he held you snug, grinding, rutting, fingers flexing inside, thumb circling faster now, dragging you closer to the edge.
Kisses rained along your temple, jaw, corner of your mouth, as he whispered low, grounding you in sensation. “Shh… stay still… just like this” His hips pressed against yours, rutting messy, precise, holding you tight as he overstimulated you without mercy.
Your breath hitched, thighs trembling, hips bucking as he rubbed through fabric and fingers curled inside you. "Oh– oh god...matt–" Each stroke, each curl, each grind drew whimpers and shivers from you.
“Mm… just like that… hold on, baby…” he muttered, messy kisses trailing hairline to jaw as he groaned into your mouth. “So– so good…doll”
You quaked against him, overstimulated and trembling, while he ground, fingers curling, thumb circling, pressing against your clit relentlessly.
He kissed you hard, messy, lips moving over yours repeatedlyi, swallowing every sound as he pressed snug into you. “can't wait–... to taste you” he murmured, rutting slow, dragging overstimulation higher.
Gradually, he eased his fingers out, coated in your wetness, and freed his cock from his jeans, rubbing it along your folds, smearing the mess of you over himself. He groaned, grinding, pressing hips into yours, messy kisses, holding you snug while overstimulation made you tremble.
His hand never left your waist, keeping you pressed into him. “Not inside… tonight,” he whispered, teeth grazing ear. “But I need this… need you all over me…”
You clung to him, trembling, grinding lightly while he rubbed, rutting, messy. Every press, every glide of his cock through ruined panties making you whimper, eyes shut.
Slowly, he let his head fall back, spurting against the wet fabric, pressing you impossibly close, messy, gasping, lips brushing yours. His arms wrapped around you, chest pressed to yours, keeping you snug before he kissed every part of you, gentle but hungry.
“That’s my girl… all mine tonight,” he whispered hoarsely, kissing the crown of your head, holding you snug, messy, and entirely his.
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