✧ bsf!matt, friends to lovers, protected sex, matt's smug, oral (f receiving), making out, softdom!matt, pinned wrists, taunting, clit stimulation, size kink, rough but tender, mutual pining
✧ summary: you've spent three years ignoring how matt sturniolo looks at you but one paused movie and five seconds of him wearing that stupid smile and neither of you are pretending anymore
✧ authors note: hi first time posting pls be nice to me..
the movie had been paused for twenty minutes because matt kept talking through every scene.
“that actor is literally the same guy from-”
“oh my god,” you cut him off, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “can you shut up for like five seconds.”
he caught it with one hand, looking way too proud of himself. “you’re violent tonight.”
“you’re annoying every night.”
“and yet here i am. in your bed. again.”
you hated when he said stuff like that because he always looked at you after, waiting for your reaction with that stupid little smile.
best friends for three years and somehow he still knew exactly how to make you nervous.
“the couch was free,” you mumbled, grabbing the remote out of his clutches and pressing play.
the room was dark except for the tv light flashing across his face every few seconds. he was laying on his side beside you, way too close for two people who technically weren’t anything.
your legs tangled together under the blanket at some point during the movie. neither of you had moved away.
on screen, some dramatic fight scene started playing.
he reached over to steal more popcorn from the bowl in your lap and your hand smacked against his accidentally.
except neither of you moved after.
his eyes flicked down to your mouth for like half a second before back up again.
“you know what your problem is?” he said quietly.
“you keep looking at me like that.”
your stomach flipped. “like what?”
he shrugged a little, pretending to look back at the movie again. “like you want something.”
the silence after that felt heavy and was thick with tension.
then matt turned his head toward you again, closer this time, voice lower. “tell me to move and i will.”
he waited. you could feel his eyes on your face even though you were staring at the tv, pretending to watch some explosion happening on the screen.
but your hand was still against his. his palm was warm. rough from whatever game he played last weekend.
"stop thinking so loud," he said. his thumb brushed over your knuckles and your breath hitched.
"you're gonna give yourself a headache." he murmured.
"i'm not thinking," you lied.
"you're always thinking." he shifted, the blanket pulling tighter between your legs, and suddenly his knee was pressing against yours. "it's exhausting."
you turned your head. he was right fucking there. close enough that you could smell that dumb vanilla shampoo he used, close enough to see the gold in his eyes when the tv lit up behind you. he wasn't smiling anymore. his jaw was tight.
"you're gonna regret this," you whispered.
"no i won't." his hand slid up your arm, slow, like he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. you didn't. "you are, though. if you don't do something in the next five seconds."
"'cause i'm losing my patience." his voice dropped, rough. "and you're acting like you don't want me when we both know-"
you kissed him. or he kissed you. it didn't matter because suddenly his mouth was on yours and it was messy, teeth clicking because he was smiling into it, that stupid fucking smile.
his hand came up to cup your jaw, moving you where he wanted you, and god, it was unfair how he kissed just like he talked. like he knew exactly what he was doing.
he climbed over you, the popcorn bowl getting shoved to the floor with a crash neither of you cared about. his weight settled between your legs and you could feel him already, hard against your hip, and the reality of it hit you.
this was matt, your matt, the guy who ate your cereal and let you borrow his hoodies and now he was grinding down against you with this broken little noise in the back of his throat.
you gasped when his mouth moved to your neck, sucking dark marks you knew you'd have to hide tomorrow.
his hand pushed under your shirt, calloused fingers dragging up your ribs, and you whimpered. it was embarrassing. he huffed out a laugh against your collarbone like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
"matt," you whined, and he groaned, pressing his face into your shoulder.
"don't say my name like that. not yet."
"like you want me to fuck you." he lifted his head and his eyes were dark, blown out, nothing like how he was only five minutes earlier. "because i will. I will if you let me."
"you're insane," you accused, but your hips were rolling up against him without permission, chasing some much needed friction, and he cursed, dropping his forehead to yours.
"and you're wet," he countered, his hand slipping lower, past the waistband of your shorts, and you whimpered when his fingers found you, "fuck. you're so wet. how long?"
"how long have you felt like this?" he pressed a finger inside slowly, his thumb circling your clit. you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, letting it fall against your headboard.
you did. his hair was falling into his eyes and his mouth was swollen and he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the goddamn room.
"shut up," you mumbled, face burning, but your hips rolled to meet his hand and he took that as encouragement, adding another finger, curling them just right.
"no, i wanna know." he was pumping his hand now, steady, driving you insane. "tell me or i'll stop."
he stilled. his breath was coming hard against your mouth.
he wasn't moving his hand but he wasn't taking it away either, just holding you there, right on the edge, torturing you.
"since we first met." you admitted, barely audible, and he made this sound, this weak, desperate sound, and then his mouth was on yours again, harder, hungrier.
he pulled his hand away and you actually whined, high and embarrassing, but he was already yanking his shirt over his head, then yours, and his warm skin on yours made your head spin.
he was everywhere. you felt his warm muscle under your hands as he settled back between your legs, grinding down against you with nothing but thin fabric separating you.
"want you," he mumbled against your jaw, his hips stuttering. "want you so bad it's stupid. you know i used to go home and jerk off thinking about you?"
"that's pathetic," you breathed, but you were grinning, stupid and huge, and he saw it and laughed, breathless.
"yeah. i'm pathetic. i'm your pathetic best friend who wants to fuck you until you forget every other guy you've ever met."
"there weren't-" you cut off because his hand was back, pushing your shorts down, and then he was touching you again, circling your clit with just the right pressure. "matt, there weren't other guys."
he looked up at you. "what?"
"no one. not for-" you gasped when he pressed harder. "not for months. couldn't stop thinking about you. it was annoying."
"annoying," he repeated, and then he was kissing you, deep and hot, his tongue mapping your mouth. "you're saying you waited?"
he laughed, bright and happy, and then he was moving down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could reach, your shoulder, your chest, the softness of your stomach, until he was settled between your thighs, your shorts somewhere on the floor, and he was just looking at you.
"beautiful," he said, quiet, almost to himself.
"you are, though." he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and your whole body tensed. "you're beautiful. always have been."
he grinned up at you, and then he put his mouth on you and you stopped thinking entirely.
his tongue was warm and wet and exactly what you needed, licking up through your folds like he was starving for it, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still.
you were making noises you couldn't control, soft and desperate, your fingers tangling in his hair because you needed something to hold onto as he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, driving you crazy.
"you taste so good," he mumbled against you, the vibration making you arch off the bed. "been dreaming about this. you have no idea."
"m’close," you warned, your voice breaking, and he doubled down, sliding two fingers back inside you, curling them, fucking you with them while his tongue worked you over.
you came apart with his name on your lips but he kept going, working you through it until you were pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and shaking, and he finally crawled back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking annoyingly smug.
"that was fast," he teased.
"that's the plan." he kissed you and you could taste yourself on him, which should have been weird but just made you moan into his mouth, already pulling at his sweatpants, desperate to get them off.
he helped, shoving them down along with his boxers, and then he was naked against you, hard and heavy and leaking against your hip.
"you sure?" he asked, even as he was already grabbing the condom from his wallet on the nightstand, even as he was rolling it on with shaking hands. "'cause you can still kick me out. i'll go to the couch. i'll shut up for the rest of the movie."
"if you leave this bed i will actually murder you," you said, and pulled him down by the back of his neck, kissing him hard. “inside. now."
he groaned, long and low, and positioned himself at your entrance. he pushed in slow, his forehead pressing against yours, breathing hard through his nose. "fuck," he choked out, "fuck, you're-"
he didn't finish the thought, just pushed deeper until his hips were against yours, and you both stayed there for a second.
"move," you whispered against his mouth.
he did, pulling back and snapping forward hard enough to make you gasp. he found your hand and laced his fingers through yours, pinning it above your head as he set a fast pace.
his hair was falling into his face, sweat gathering at his temples, and he looked wrecked already, biting his lip like he was trying to hold back.
"harder," you breathed, and he obeyed, shifting his angle so he was hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur at the edges. "there, fuck, matt, right there-"
he groaned your name and dropped his head to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you faster, the sound of it filling room, the bed banging rhythmically against the wall.
you hooked your legs higher around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed, the hand that wasn't holding yours gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
"close," he panted against your neck, voice hoarse. "you close? tell me you're close."
"yeah," you gasped, "yeah, i'm-" and then his hand was between you again, his thumb circling, and you were coming again, clamping down around him so tight he made this broken noise and followed you over the edge, thrusting through his orgasm until he collapsed on top of you, heavy and shaking.
neither of you moved for a long moment. you could feel his heart hammering against your chest, slowly evening out. he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, finally your mouth, soft and unhurried.
"the movie's over," you noticed.
"we'll start it again." his hand traced lazy patterns on your hip. "or we won't. i'm fine with this too."
you buried your face in his neck. "you're still annoying."
"you're still violent." he kissed your forehead. "but you're stuck with me now."
“save me," you weakly protested, but you didn't pull away.
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