summary: in which… matt gets insecure after finishing too fast.
contains: sexual content, blowjob, cursing, use of y/n…
A/N: this fic is based on this request. also english isn't my first language. !!
this wasn’t supposed to happen. ever. you weren’t supposed to have sex with your bestfriend’s brother, but you did (and it was so amazing).
you had hooked up with matt, nick’s brother, whom you thought was an innocent, sweet guy… you were wrong. the words that had left his mouth were so not the matt you knew from school. and those moans and whimpers… it got you worked up to the fullest.
“mm y/n.. that feels so good..” matt moans pathetically, his words barely understandable as he arches his back off of the couch. his hand is tangled in your hair. he’s trying to get some sort of grip, while your mouth is wrapped around his cock.
a sharp gasp escapes matt’s lips and you can feel his grip on your hair tightening, signalling he’s getting close. “fuck fuck fuck.. i can’t— y/n please i can’t.” he whimpers out as his eyes shoot up to look at you. “you’re gonna make.. oh my god.. make me cum… shit.” he sits up, his mouth wide open while he gasps for air.
not even a second later he comes hard and deep inside your throat. you can feel his warm cum slide down your throat as you swallow it. “mmffph…” matt lets himself fall back, his hands covering his face. a small smile forms on your face as you look at his face. “hey— hey. what’s wrong, huh?” you say, your hands rubbing his thighs in slow circles.
“i came so fast..” he looks away from you gaze, obviously embarrassed. “that’s so embarrassing.” there’s a moment of silence between the two of you before you speak. “oh matt, its okay. that happens sometimes.” you try to reassure him.
“but its the first time we did this. i should’ve tried better to hold it.” he says, sighing. “listen matt. it happened a few times to me too. i wouldn’t judge you, ever, okay?” he looks back into your eyes, starting to feel a little better. “okay.. that makes me feel better..”
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Weeks.
It's been weeks since she had seen Matt and given him a blowjob. He had accepted his reward of taking her out on a date, but now it seemed like he was avoiding her.
Which was partially true.
As always, he was focused on his studies, especially with finals coming up. He stayed cooped up in his room or in the library, taking notes on top of notes. Passing all his tests was one of the only things on his mind, the other being her.
He wasn't trying to avoid her on purpose, but he will admit he's been milking the studying excuse.
It wasn't that he didn't like her, he was infatuated with her. It was just the fact the she was...well, her.
Everything about her was intimidating to him, the way she carried herself, the way she smiled, the way she squinted her eyes when she was up to no good.
She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it too.
So here she was, gathering the bags of takeout and other things, leaving her apartment with one thing on her mind.
Matt.
She doesn't take the elevator, knowing that the stairs would be quicker, and she's right.
Soon, she's standing in front of Matt's door, a determined look on her face. She knocks twice and waits impatiently for the door to open.
Unfortunately for her, it doesn't. She huffs and knocks again, but this time louder, the impatience she's feeling only getting stronger. Soon, she hears the muffled sound of cursing and some movement before the door opens.
" Hell-" Matt's breath catches in his throat as he sees her in all her glory. His eyes widen, and he fixes his glasses, looking off to the side.
"H-Hey what are you-" She ignores him and pushes her way into the apartment, looking around for a few seconds before setting her items down on the coffee table.
"Alright Matthew, let's talk." The tone of her voice makes him look down at the floor.
"You have been avoiding me, I don't know why, but you have, and to be honest, I don't like it. So what's your issue?"
He scoffs softly and crosses his arms, looking like a scolded child.
"M'not avoiding you..." He trails off, knowing good and well that he's lying. She stands in front of him and tilts her head, not believing him for a second. " Oh really? You're not avoiding me? Fine then, guess I'll go tell someone else that they wo-No!" He shouts unexpectedly. A small smirk makes its way onto her face as he watches him fidget anxiously.
"I-I'm sorry ok? I just....Like I said, you make me nervous, and then finals are starting, so I've just been everywhere... I-I didn't mean to make you feel bad o-or anything." Her smirk drops as she realizes this runs deeper than him simply avoiding her.
He truly was scared and nervous; this was all new to him, and he didn't know how to navigate it, and finals coming up wasn't helping him at all.
She softens her demeanor as he continues on, rambling in an attempt to clear the air. "I-I do want to take you on a date...I just don't want to disappoint you o-or embarrass myself..." She wasn't dumb, she could read between the lines.
He didn't want to disappoint her sexually.
"Matt....You don't have to worry about th-"
"Ok but it is something to worry about! I'm 21, and I've never done anything remotely sexual! All I do is stay to myself and study! I might as well be called a loser! hell, maybe even an incel!"
She stares at him with a straight face, "Matt-"
"And then here you are, the most experienced person I've met, the most prettiest girl, and yet I'm being a pussy and won't even take you out on a date! I'm fumbling! Hard! If this were a test, I'd fail!"
She finds herself smiling softly at his academic analogies.
"Are you done?" She asks him once he finally stops talking. He huffs and adjusts his glasses, running a hand through his hair. "Good. Now shut up and listen to me." She takes a step closer to him, his breath hitching.
"I don't care about any of that, ok? I don't care that you're a virgin and that I was the first girl to hear you moan." His cheeks flush a soft pink, his palms getting sweaty.
"What I care about is a boy that I find cute, sexual feelings aside, won't take me out on a date.....Now, I got takeout and a Lego set I'm not building alone. Do you want to join, take a break from studying?"
So there they were in Matt's living room, giggling and building a Lego set, the empty boxes of takeout discarded on the coffee table. The tension once in Matt's shoulder had disappeared, now knowing nothing was expected of him, and she wasn't worried about any of that.
He was able to relax, slowly coming out of his shell. She enjoyed his company, his witty remarks, his dad jokes, and the way he laughed. She was getting to know more about him and his life.
He was a good person to be around.
"I don't know where the piece goes!" He grunts in frustration as he tries to shove the Lego piece against another. She chuckles and snatches the instructions off the floor and holds them up. "This is why we have instructions, but no, you're too good for instructions.'' she teases.
He looks at her with a face of mock annoyance, "I'll have you know I've built multiple Lego sets with no instructions!" He points towards the various sets displayed around his apartment.
"Ok well, clearly your no instructions streak is over." Matt huffs and snatches the instruction from her grasp, shooting her a sharp look when he hears her snickering. He looks down at the small words and begins to read them, his eyes darting across the page as his tongue pokes out in concentration. As he does so, she takes the time to really examine him.
He had on a white thermal along with some grey sweatpants, his hair was a bit messy from how many times he ran his fingers through it, and he just looked
good.
"I think I got it!" His shouts of excitement brought her out of her daze, her eyes trailing down to the paper pamphlet falling to the floor. She sits on her knees and moves closer, their faces side by side as he puts the Lego piece in its correct spot. His hands moved quickly as he put the other parts together, his body bouncing in excitement.
It doesn't take long for the display to be finished, Matt's head whipping towards her.
"Done! Told you I didn't need the-" His words trail off once he realizes how close she is. She feels his body tense and his breath hitch, his eyes darting between her lips and eyes.
She quickly takes notice, the corners of her mouth twitching gently.
"Do you wanna kiss me?"
Her voice comes out in a teasing whisper, her eyes taunting him. He gives a slight nod, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips.
"Y-yeah...."
"Then kiss me."
It's cute to her how scared he was, the way he slowly leaned forward and softly placed his lips against hers. She hums and stops him from pulling away, deepening the kiss and taking full control, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. She pushes him back against the bottom of the couch and climbs into his lap, pressing her chest against his.
She giggles softly feeling his cock begin to harden underneath her, the tent growing bigger and bigger. She grinds against him, enjoying the way he whimpers softly.
She goes to pull his pants down, but he quickly grabs her hands, stopping it from going further.
"W-wait wait! I-I'm sorry, I umm-" He clears his throat as he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged.
"Hey hey-" She caresses his face and chest gently, trying to calm him down. "What are you saying sorry for? We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I-I want to I just...." His face turns beet red as he thinks about him being a virgin. He knew that she already knows this information, but having to say it out loud, the thought, It was just embarrassing for him.
"I know, that doesn't bother me Matt."
"I-It doesn't?" He was confused, why would it not bother her? Why isn't it bothering her? Don't girls want a guy who knows what he's doing in the bedroom?
She smiles and plants her lips against his once more, " Nope-" she trails a few kisses up to his ear before whispering,
"- It's the perfect way to teach you what I like."
He can't help the groan that leaves his mouth, the thought of her morphing him into her perfect plaything, her teaching him how to please her....He loved it.
He slowly lets go of her wrists and allows her to pull his sweatpants off along with his boxers. She wastes no time, wrapping her hand around him and slowly jerking him off. He sighs out, the stress and tension in his body fading away with every stroke.
Her thumb swipes over his tip, his lips parting slightly. Her hand felt better than his, it was so soft, smaller than his own.
He's embarrassed with how quick his balls tighten, his dick twitching in her grasp. He was close to cuming, and that's not what she wanted.
She pulls her hand away and moves back, pulling her own pants and underwear off. She settles back down in his lap, grinding their bodies together. Her bare and wet cunt only provide him with more pleasure, his breathing speeding up rapidly.
"Gonna let me ride you?" She asks breathlessly, her own pleasure rising due to his tip nudging her cunt repeatedly. He finds himself nodding eagerly, too excited and lost in pleasure to form a complete sentence.
She smiles and crashes their lips together once more. She situates herself on top of him, lining his tip up with her entrance before sinking down.
It's always the slip-in that gets her.
Her head falls onto his shoulder as his head tilts back onto to couch cushions, her thighs quivering at the stretch.
He was perfect, just as she had thought. He stretched her out just right, filling her up to the point where she found it hard to breathe.
This was a new and exciting feeling for him, it took everything in him not to cum on the spot. Her spongy, wet, and warm walls felt different from the ones inside her mouth, and he didn't know which ones he liked better.
She begins to move back and forth, grinding against him before starting to bounce up and down. Her soft and pretty moans flow through the apartment, making it harder for Matt to think straight. She was like a siren, clouding his mind with her sweet melodic songs, luring him to the ocean for his death.
His hands stay limp at his sides, his fingers twitching as they itch to touch her.
But he was scared, scared that if he did touch her, she'd disappear, and he'd wake up thinking this was all a dream.
"Fffuck Matt, s-so big!" She pants in his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck as she continues to bounce on him.
Her thighs and calves quickly become tired, a pout forming on her face as she looks at him, begging him to help and touch her.
"T-touch me Matt - Shit!- P-please!"
He couldn't say no to that face, he'd be dumb if he did.
So he finally caves, wrapping his arms around her like a bear and helping her keep up with her own movements. He adjusts his legs so they are propped up, and gently begins to buck his hips, meeting her every time she lands on his lap.
She gasps as he hits that special spot deep inside of her, her orgasm getting closer and closer. Their lips connect once more, their tongues messily fighting and their teeth clashing.
He holds her tightly, his fingernails digging into her skin, leaving small indents.
He needed to be closer.
Without a second thought, he removes her shirt, her breast falling free and bouncing in his face. He doesn't know what came over him, but neither of them was complaining.
She throws her head back as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, and fondles the other. He sucks gently, using his teeth to gently nibble on the skin.
He moans in delight, his eyes closing, his glasses lopsided as he finally gets to experience all that he's been waiting for.
"Shi-it! S-so close, please please please, don't stop!" She begs, urging him to push her over the edge. He follows her directions, not changing anything he's doing, and continuing to pleasure her.
He feels his own orgasm approaching, his whimpers turning into loud and deep moans.
"Fuck, pl-Oh god! M-mommy!" He didn't even realize he said it, but she heard it loud and clear, and it was just enough to push her over the edge.
She moans loudly and falls against his chest, her juices trickling out and down his shaft. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him repeatedly was enough to make him follow her lead, hot spurts of cum painting her insides.
They lay against the couch, the both of them panting softly, still wrapped in each other's embrace. She slowly peels her body away from his and smiles at his flushed cheeks and dazed expression.
"W-was it good?" He asks in between labored breaths, his nerves clear as day. It was obvious he was eager to please her, wanting to hear her praises and words of reassurance.
"You were perfect pretty boy......Can you handle another round?"
“hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of y/n l/n. please leave a message and i’ll get back to you.”
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friday, may 9th 2025, sent at 1:03 AM; duration: 1:02.
“hey fidget.”
he drags out the nickname as his drunken voice fills the call, his giggles following as chris makes a face at his brother. the two brother talk, their conversation illegible before matt remembers he’s on call,
“i know you’re sleepin’ but i’m out with chris at some fuckin’ bar right now, but i found a bunch of bottle caps and shit, and i think they’d be perfect for the typewriter i’m building. okay bye love you.”
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tuesday, may 13th 2025, sent at 9:17 PM; duration 2:26.
“y/n, i know you’re upset with me, i understand that, but did you really have to lock me out of the apartment? when chris took me to that party, i seriously didn’t know lainey was going to be there. i wouldn’t have gone if i knew.”
a thick silence fills the call, the only audible noises that follow are a watery hitch in matt’s breathing and the passing of cars in the distance. after a heavy pregnant pause passes, he sighs, struggling to compose himself.
“i know i fucked up by not telling you as soon as i got home, but nothing happened. i said maybe three words to her and they were “leave me alone.” i love you fidge, even when you’re mad at me. i’ll stay at chris’ until you’re ready to talk things out. just please don’t give up on us, okay?”
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friday, may 16th, sent at 8:25 AM; duration 0:16.
“i know you’re still upset with me, and i get that, but i miss you fidge….”
a soft sigh fills the silence of the voicemail, before his voice, quiet as ever picks back up.
“like a lot. please call me back soon.”
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wednesday, may 21st, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:36.
“hi fidget, i know you’re in class but i just wanted to say that i love you and i bought a case of redbull for you, it’s in the fridge. i’ll be at chris’ helpin’ fix somethin’ when you get home, but lunch is also in the fridge. have a good day!”
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friday, may 23rd, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:20.
“hey so i’m really fuckin’ high right now and i need you to come get me, okay bye i love you.”
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thursday, june 12th, sent at 2:37 AM, duration 4:57.
“hey y/n, i don’t know if you’ll get this or if you’ll even listen to it, but i just wanted to check in. i haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks. and to be honest, it’s fucking killing me. i know what i said about you smothering me wasn’t fair. i know everything i said that night wasn’t okay. i-“
a dejected sigh falls from matt’s lips as he stares at the ground, and the way he struggles to find the words makes everything seem real. and he hates that. more than anything
“i regret it all, fidge. i don’t know why i lashed out at you. i don’t know why i told chris that i needed to leave before i did something reckless. i don’t know why i felt the way i did. i’m not used to people loving me the way you have for nearly a year. i’m not used to someone wanting to stay. to them seeing the worst parts of me and loving them without a second thought.”
quiet, but still noticeable sniffles sound from the other end of the call, and matt goes to speak again but the words die in his throat as a soft cry rips through him.
“i know i don’t deserve another chance, but jesus christ fidget, you’re the only person i wanna come home to. i love you, and i know i need to do better. please call me back when you’re ready. if you’ll ever be ready again. i miss you, i’m sorry.”
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STAR’S CORNER my take on the voicemails trend that recently went around!
a/n: guys i am so down bad for him. like i need him desperately. what the hell is happening to me. matthew just one chance. also this is dedicated to my friend morgan and everyone who loves matt but he's pathetic and a loser. i also wrote the second half of this fic high. im sorry about that.
warnings: mean!matt, loser!matt, relationship is kind of toxic, reader is disgustingly down bad, porn, fingering, dirty talk, lowkey embarrassment kink, use of pet names (baby, honey, pup), smut with an angsty ending, matt burns the reader in a mean way, reader has no description or pronouns but they do have female anatomy!
word count: 3.1k
summary: you're not sure if matt loves you.. or if he's even your boyfriend.
pairing: mean!loser!matt murdock x reader
now playing: mary on a cross - ghost
"your beauty never ever scared me/mary on a, mary on a cross/if you choose to run away with me/i will tickle you intnernally/and i see nothing wrong with that"
You try to convince yourself that Matt is a good boyfriend.
He—
Wait.
Is he your boyfriend?
You tell yourself he’s your boyfriend, really you try to believe it because he is so damn gorgeous you cannot fathom that you actually have someone like him interested in you.
Really, it’s not like you’re particularly a catch anyways. You’ve only had one boyfriend before Matt, and he never wanted to do much with you other than kiss you. You bake brownies from a box, you have a horrible smoking habit, and you cry over every little thing.
You’re licking leftover brownie batter from the spoon when he knocks on the door. Of course, you answer it. You greet him with a grin.
“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You lick some of the batter off the spoon, and you watch as his head tilts and his nose twitches. He looks sort of sad and far away, like he’s trying to come to terms with death, or maybe he’s just sad looking. Maybe he looks older than he is and you’ll never know him as young.
A pit in your stomach that sits there most of the day, rocking your conscious and insides back and forth like a storm over a sea becomes warm and light.
What you do know is that you have got to have him.
As you stick the spoon in your mouth to hold it there, Matt listens to the way the metal clatters against your teeth. He thinks about you biting down on his cross to keep you quiet.
“Missed you.” Is all he responds, stepping into your apartment. He notices the way your heart stutters at such a small comment, but he says nothing. He sheds his jacket, then his hat, and he’s just in a sweater and black jeans. “Do I smell brownies?” He almost gags at the artificial smell that accompanies the brownies.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been spending too much money on little treats on the way home from work, so.. Brownies.” You shrug, and he just nods. Your apartment is small, but he’s been here enough times, and often enough, to know the layout. It’s pretty much a studio.
Your bed sits in the corner of the main room. It’s just a few feet from the doorway, and to the right of it is a small tv on a night stand. It’s just far enough for you to use your bed as a couch. The nightstand hugs the right wall, which has three large windows on it. Most of the wall is a window.
Then, around the corner from the doorway is your kitchen, with a small dining room table in the center. Your bathroom is in the back of the kitchen, right next your washer-dryer unit (one of your favorite aspects of the apartment).
But your apartment is also kind of messy—Clothes scattered across the floor, an ashtray on the windowsill, dishes in the sink, a stack of papers and mail on your counter. Candles everywhere.
You move to light one, and Matt hears the flick of your lighter.
“Which candle are you lighting?”
“Uh, the eucalyptus one I like.”
“Light the vanilla one instead. It’ll go better with the brownie smell.” He tells you as he sits on your bed. His fingers find the soft silk sheets, a suggestion he had made when he first started coming around. He fiddles with the blankets he’s planning on fucking you on, but his head tilts when his hand finds an unfamiliar fabric. He listens as you light the candle, as he tries to identify what it is he’s found. When he picks it up, he hears a light jingle of a bell. Then, it clicks. A smirk plays on his face as he asks, “Who is this?” He asks, and your head snaps over to him.
Oh, god.
“Wait, no, give me that—” You lunge at him, but he holds the stuffed dog just out of reach. You’re attempting to climb over him to grab the dog, insistent that you might be able to be faster, or maybe stronger than him, as he shakes the stuffed dog, tempting you with the jingle of the bell.
“Aw, tell me her name,” He requests gently, holding you back easily with one hand. “tell me her name and I’ll give her back.” You’re not sure why, but you find yourself letting out an exasperated whine.
“Him!” You demand, still reaching.
Something about the way your desperation makes his face twitch with desire.
“Okay, tell me his name, and I’ll give him back.” You frown and glare at him.
“You’re being mean!” You tell him, and before you can stop it, tears prick your eyes. He smells the salt in the air. He needs you.
“Just tell me his name.” He tells you, “Then I make everything better.”
“Fuck you.” You find yourself saying, and his free hand grips your chin.
“Tell me his name.” He demands, his grip tight. You’re ready to get down on your knees.
A beat.
“..Jellybean.”
Jellybean was the one thing you allowed yourself of your old life when you moved to New York. A small keepsake of the person you once were, of the little kid who dreamed of a big city apartment, a fancy job, and a loving boyfriend who was kind to you. You usually kept him under your bed, hidden away from Matt and all the things that you have brought into your life.
Matt was never ever supposed to find him, you just.. got upset last night. You got lonely and reached for your childhood friend, holding him close. But, between work and making brownies when you got home, you forgot to put him away.
Now you’d deal with the consequences of it.
“Aw, Jellybean,” Matt laughs, leaning his head back. “A little pup..” He coos, and he moves it towards you and rubs the soft fabric of the dog over your skin, and his cock twitches at the way you squirm under his touch.
“Matt—” You start to object but he gently hushes you.
“Here. Take it, little pup.” He says, handing you the dog. You take it back and grip it hard for a few minutes before leaning away to tuck him under your bed. He just smirks, leaning back, leaning on his hands. When you’re done, you find yourself climbing onto his lap, and your lips find his.
He kisses you back, his hands coming up to your jaw. His rough hands caress your face with so much gentleness that it almost takes you back. His finger gently rubs the back of your ear, and you hum softly into the kiss. He pulls away just to smirk at you.
“You know, most puppies like it when they get their ears scratched—”
“Oh my god,” You huff, pulling away from him to go walk away. He grabs your wrist to pull you in for a kiss, but you pull away after a few moments. You turn towards your window and pull out a cigarette and your lighter before cracking open the window.
Matt frowns and gets up, going over to you as he listens to you flick the lighter. Without another word, he takes the lighter from you.
“You shouldn’t smoke.”
“Are you gonna give me the ‘it’s bad for you’ talk? I’ve heard it all.”
“No,” He tells you, “It’s much more selfish than that. You taste like cigarette smoke after you smoke, I don’t like it.” That is Matt’s polite way of telling you he thinks it’s absolutely fucking disgusting, and he has been trying to think of a way to tell you that he’d rather swallow nails than taste another cigarette.
“You won’t kiss me if I smoke?” You ask, and he just scoffs.
“If I tell you yes, will you stop?”
“I don’t know.”
“Here.” He flicks the lighter and lights the cigarette, but before you can even inhale the smoke, he plucks it from your lips. You frown, and go to protest, but before you can, he gently presses the lit cigarette into your wrist. He listens to you yell, whine and squirm.
“Matt! What the fuck?!” You whimper, tears filling your eyes. He flicks your cigarette onto the ashtray. His hand comes up to wipe your tears, and you are ashamed to say how easily you lean into his touch. Matt has never hurt you before, but you have a feeling he’s trying to teach you something.
“Does that hurt?” he asks, tilting his head. His voice has an echo of condescension.
“Yes! Yes, it fucking hurts you dick!” You’re mad at him now, and you step away from him.
“Well, lung cancer hurts a whole lot more.” He tells you. “C’mon.” he requests gently, taking your free hand to guide you to the sink in your kitchen. He turns the cold water ends and takes your hand to run it under the cold water. “Aw, poor baby,” he tries to tease but you just glare.
“You’re mean to me.” You tell him.
“I’m sorry.” He tells you gently, his thumb rubbing your skin gently. “Your habit is bad. Do you know what I want for you, little pup?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“What?” you quietly ask the man that dictates the quality of your life.
“I want you to live until you’re one hundred and one years old. I want you to marry someone who will be good to you, someone safe. I want you to have three or four, or even five children. I want you to die old and warm in your bed. And I want you to live that life healthily. Maybe one day you’ll even make brownies from scratch. But you won’t get that if you keep smoking.”
You want to ask him why he can’t be that man. You want him to tell you that he’ll be the one to give you three or four, or even five children. You want him to be the one to hold your hand as you die, old and warm and one hundred and one years old.
But as if he can read your thoughts and he doesn’t want you to ask, or maybe he doesn’t want to answer, and he continues before you can speak.
“The brownies are burning, little pup. Pull them out and let them cool.” He requests gently, leaning forward to kiss your head and then going back to your bedroom.
You decide to take the time to cool down, give him a bit of space. But you can’t be away from him long, so you find yourself climbing on top of him as he lays against your blankets. His hands find your sides, and you lean down to kiss him gently.
“Still mad at me?” He mumbles against your lips. You just hum into his lips, and before you can react, Matt flips the pair of you over, his hand going to your leg to gently caress your thigh, silently asking you—telling you to bend your leg around his torso. You do without hesitation.
He deepens the kiss, finding himself grinding against you, as your hands move to try and pull off his sweater. It’s thrown somewhere else, somewhere far far away. His hands begin to sneak up your top, and he relishes in the way you squirm with giggles.
“Matt—” You whine, and he hushes you gently.
“Be a good pup for me, huh?” He requests, and you nod before he kisses you quick. Then, his hands slip your shirt off, and he leans down, starting to plant kisses down your neck. Your fingers fumble at the waistline of his pants, and he quickly kicks them off before starting to work on the waistband of both your shorts and underwear.
He’s leaving little bites and marks across your skin as his hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles into your skin—Slow, agonizing circles. He’s mostly interested in hearing all your little noses and feeling you squirm against him.
Your fingers tug at his hair gently, relishing the feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin as your fingers threaten to pull his mouth right off of your skin.
When a finger slips inside of you, you start to moan but Matt’s hand comes around your skin. He gently squeezes, and you feel like you’re in fucking heaven. Well, you were in fucking heaven, but your boyfriend-maybe-not-boyfriend lives in a church basement. Maybe don’t bring up God while you’re fucking. Or.. maybe he’s into that.
He pulls his face away to come up and kiss you as one hand fingers you, and the other gently squeezes your neck. As his fingers—two now—pump in and out of you, he licks your limps and recalls his thought about you biting down on his cross. Then another embarrassing idea comes to mind. He pulls away from your kiss to ask,
“You wanna cum, pup?” He asks, and you just let out a soft whimper of a moan. “Aw, I know.. Beg me. He asks.
“Fu—Matt, please.. Baby, please I wanna cum so bad.. Pretty please..” You breath out.
Matt smirks softly.
“Then bark.”
The question takes you out of it just for a moment.. But only for a moment.
“Stop being mean—”
“Oh, stop, I’m not being mean,” He tells you. He kisses you gently, “Just bark for me like a good puppy.” He requests, and your face is flushed. If only your good Christian parents back home could see their baby now, giving barks in exchange for an orgasm.
You bark quietly at first. But your boy is cruel.
“Honey, I can’t hear you,” he says, and you want to bite him because he somehow always fucking hears you. When you bark a little louder, he just smirks against your lips, “Go on, puppy, let go for me.” He purrs, and you do not need to be told twice. Your legs begin to shake as his pace slows down gently.
He’s not always the nicest, but Matt knows you. Maybe better than anyone ever has. And damn if the man doesn’t know how to make you cum, doesn’t literally make you see stars. Oh, Matthew.. He is like the stars. Oh, so tempting.
After you take a few minutes to breath through your high, you look to the man whose phone number you do not know, and you feel like you’re melting, right under his touch.
And the man whose phone number you do not know and a last name that eludes you, gently presses his lips against your head after aggressively fingering,
“Ready to keep going, pup?” He asks sweetly, and you just grin at him.
“Totally.” You purr. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then, he slowly slips into you, and you let out a gentle groan, leaning in so that your lips touch his. His pace starts out slow. He leans down and kisses the skin next to the burn scar from earlier.
Your fingers gently claw at his skin, and with that, his pace quickened, his grip on your thigh tight as he thrust everything into you—all of his frustrations, fears, trauma into you.
“Fuck…” You groan.
“I know, pup..” he huffs happily intro your ear.
And then you can’t keep it in. You’ve been slowly growing addicted to him. You cannot think straight. You immediately know you’ll regret it every day until you die.
“I love you.”
His pace does not slow, it does not stop, it barely stutters as his pace keeps on you. The only reaction you get is his hand moving down to massage your clit, and before you know it you’re clenching around his cock. His fingers massage faster, and without more effort than that, Matt bites down on your neck as the two of you cum at almost the same time.
Slowly, he lays down, right on top of you. He leans forward and kisses your head gently, before he lays his head down on your chest. You cradle him for a few minutes. When his breathing finally slows and his sweat stops..
Then, Matt sits up, and rubs his eyes gently. He slips on his boxers, taking a moment to tilt his head, listening to your heartbeat. He slips on his socks as he breaks that heart in the next six words he says.
“We can’t see each other anymore.”
You stop, sitting up.
“Wait, what?” You ask, baffled. Matt focuses on finding his pants.
“We can’t do this anymore.”
“Wait,” You grab one of his tee shirts and your shorts and slip them on. “Wait, is it—is it because I said I love you?” You question. “Because.. Because I didn’t mean it! That wasn’t an ‘I love you’ I love you, that was- that was a mistake, a ‘stupid middle-of-sex’ I love you!”
He moves to slip his sweater on and you grab his arm like a child clawing to their parents leg as you get dragged off to your first day of school. He says your name gently, like he’s laying you to bed.
“I just.. it can’t happen, okay?” He mumbles, as he manages to lace up his shoes. You fumble out of the bed and grab his shoulders, then his jaw.
“Matt, please, I fucking promise, I don’t love you!” You whimper, tears running down your face. Matt leans forward and kisses your head gently. “Matt. I don’t love you.”
He doesn’t need his heightened senses to know you’re lying.
“I’m sorry, pup.” He says quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Matt..” You say quietly, as he moves to get his jacket and hat, not bothering to put them on as he opens the door and grabs his cane. You make one desperate attempt to pull him back into your apartment, tears clouding your vision.
He doesn’t say anything. He just pulls away from you and closes the door behind himself.
He’s a shitty boyfriend. He always has been, even before that building fell on him. Never enough time for them, always off at work or being Daredevil.
But he has a sneaking suspicion that he’s hit a record low as he walks towards the entrance of the apartment, trying to drown out your sobs.
how did loser!matt and academic weapon!reader meet?
not proofread!!
heavy beats flow through the house, red solo cups everywhere, and a house filled with people. it was the average saturday night house party. chris dragged matt along through the crowded living rooms before leaving him to go be with his friends.
you were also dragged to this party, being told by your friends to “live life” and “have fun”. you were outside by the steps when you noticed matt smoking a cigarette between his middle and ring finger. silver rings around his pinky and index finger. you walked away as he looked at you, a curious look he gave you. he had never seen you before.
the party was very loud, obviously. your friends had also left you, leaving you to wonder the crowded hallways and main rooms. while not paying attention, you walked straight into matt. a red solo cup filled with tequila and sprite now all over both of you. “i- oh my gosh im so sorry-” you stuttered, matt slightly frustrated but calming down when you apologized “oh- your good don’ worry. things happen.” he shouted over the speakers. you asked if he wanted help cleaning, he said no but offered to make you a drink in the kitchen. reluctantly, you agreed. he made you both the same thing he had, tequila and sprite.
you both chatted in the cold outside on the concrete steps of the house. getting to know each other and asking questions. “are you from here or just came to visit?” you asked chuckling since his boston accent would come out every now and then “nah, im from boston but i live here now, and you?” “ive lived here my whole life. i actually applied to boston college.” “really?” “yeah.” you said. matt made a small smile, realizing he was doing most of the talking “you dont talk much do you?” you blushed suppressing an embarrassed smile. “i guess not..” you said.
you and matt exchanged numbers, he wanted to see you again. you guys planned to hang out a couple days after you began christmas break. both having found a new friend… or maybe more?
i hope this was good (my first time writing a fanfic lol). new things coming soon for chris! (i hope) 🫶🏼
Thank you so very much for 50 followers!!! And I’m currently working on the Princess!singer!taylor x loser!nerd!matt series rn so that has yet to come……i hope.
welcome to my list of alternative universes, which you will commonly see my refer to as “ au’s “ !
SOLAR SYSTEM [ au’s with designated plots, characters, & introductions ]
NEPTUNE: IM A LOSER BABY, SO WHY DONT YOU KILL ME AU
loser!chris sturniolo & mean girl!reader
⤷ he’s been in love with her forever, she doesn’t give two shits about him unless they’re having sex or he’s selling her next fix. but when her life begins to crumble around her and she starts to drag him down with her, she realizes that she truly does care and needs to let go of him until she can fix herself.
SATURN: I MISS YOU, COME HERE AU
ex boyfriend!chris sturniolo & “ sweetheart “ aka ex girlfriend!reader
⤷ they had quite literally ran into one another on her first day of university. he was all flashy smiles and soft charm, she was timid glances and words dying in her throat, and yet she stole his heart. despite her being apprehensive due to him being your typical frat-boy the two fell in love, and they were solid. until they weren’t. but her last year of school places them both in a complicated situation, and their feelings only make it worse.
VENUS: I DONT FUCK WITH YOU AU
ex situationship!matt sturniolo & “ darlin “ aka ex situationship!reader
⤷ the arguments between them are loud. the air between them is charged, tense, and thick. the sex? ten times worse. they can’t stand each other but their sexual chemistry is undeniable. they’ve definitely tag-teamed a bitch before. she’s slept with the girls he’s pursued before he could a few times before and will definitely do it again. he hates her voice but loves her mouth. she hates his face but loves the way it looks between her thighs. they claim they’d never date each other, but are standing ten toes down and ready to fight the second someone else wants one of them. they’re not good for one another, but they never claimed to be.
best friend!matt x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader
best friend!chris x “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader
⤷ she wants her best friend in ways that friends shouldn’t want each other. he wants her just as bad but between bad decisions and barely restrained desire, they don’t realize what they’re doing is self sabotage. this is not a love triangle, each pairing is its own story and they do not interfere with one another.
CONSTELLATIONS [ au’s with no designated introductions or plots ]
⤷ LEO: wedding date!chris & former best friend!reader
⤷ CASSIOPEIA: single dad!chris & “ silver “ aka childhood best friend!reader
⤷ BIG DIPPER: dealer!chris & crybaby!reader
⤷ LITTLE DIPPER: dealer!matt & naive!reader
⤷ ORION’S BELT: best friend!chris & best friend!reader
⤷ ARIES: best friend!matt & “ babydoll “ aka best friend!reader
⤷ PHOENIX: psycho!chris & psycho!reader
⤷ VIRGO: psycho!matt
⤷ PEGASUS: drummer!chris
⤷ GEMINI: local bassist!matt & “ sonny “ aka bartender!reader
⤷ ANDROMEDA: producer!chris & best friend [ with benefits]!reader
