#nerd!matt

[mattsdivaa]

nerd!matt text messages (these are awful its my first time doing fake texts)

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[sturnkunaa]

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"Nerdjo"

[luvs4matt]

˖ ⋆ ࿐໋ giving nerd!matt a handjob to ensure that he gets your work done on time. ୨୧

his fingers shake as he rushes to finish typing the last few paragraphs for a paper, your paper that you needed finished tonight.

his eyes are running along the screen, watching as he misspells several words, but he isn’t worried about that right now, he can fix it later, all he is worried about right now is finishing this so then you will finally let him cum.

you continuously stroked his hard and aching cock, bringing him closer and closer to his much needed release, but you pulled your hand off of him each time he was about to cum… just like you’re doing now.

“no! no please!” he whimpers as his face falls into his hands “keep going matt.. you can cum once you finish this for me, okay?” this was so wrong for you to do, make the poor boy hold all of his sticky warm cum just so you can guarantee that your work gets done.

“go on matty, get back to work” you kissed his cheek so gently, almost as gentle as your words, but he knew that this wasn’t some nice thing you’re doing for him, you’re just using him… maybe that’s why he likes it so much?

his fingers start to move again, continuing to write—and also continuing to misspell and misplace words. you took notice to this, first finding it cute how he felt too good to use his smart brain, but then you realized it will lower your grade.

“matt-“ he interrupts you before you could scold him, because he knew if you scolded him, he would cum. and be doesn’t want to deal with those consequences. “g- gonna fix it” he moans between words.

his bottom lip finds a home between his teeth, biting down so hard it could draw blood. “too good to use that smart little brain..” you mumble, matt whimpers, he hated knowing that you were right—he hated knowing that your hand around his cock made him almost dumb.

he starts to smile as he reaches the last sentence, his fingers moving extra fast. “m- m’almost done!!” you smile before moving to kiss his jawline, coming close to his ear.

“as soon as you type that last word matty.. i want to to cum, okay? just like the good boy you are..”

he almost squeals because he is so excited, but he just nods. he can’t even sit still as he gets to his last few words. he mumbles them under his breath as he moans, and finally… he adds the period. he was finished.

he moans and whimpers as he bucks his hips, practically spraying his cum all over himself and his hand. his moans were so loud that he could barely hear your little “good boy.. good matty”

he lets out one last whimper as he comes down from his high. “felt good?” you giggle. he should be mad at you for using him like this, but he’s not, he really can’t be when he looks over to see you in your pink floral mini skirt that you love to wear.

“m’gonna clean you up, then we can work on fixing your mistakes, kay?” he just nods, too out of breath to say anything. he watches you as you walk away, your ass jiggling as you purposely swayed your hips.

why did he let you use him like this?

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౨ৎ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 . . . thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. to the amazing @strnilolover for proofreading 🤍🤍 go thank her rn. he looked so nerdy in this that i just HAD TO.

[sturniphone]

╱ ⋆    ་  ❛ nerd!matt &&   lamb!reader .˚ ⋆  ꜝ  ꒱ ⋆  𓂅

 . ៶៶ׄ nerd!matt sweetly kisses your cramps away

You don’t show up to class.

The chair next to Matt stays heartbreakingly empty. No pen tapping, no whispered jokes that make him blush and forget how to divide. The whole room feels off without your spark. He spends the entire lecture breathing shallowly, eyes glued to the door. Waiting. Hoping. When it ends and you still haven’t appeared, he calls. No answer.

That’s when the quiet panic starts. Not loud or messy—Matt doesn’t do messy—but the kind that lodges deep in his chest and makes his hands tremble. He wipes his glasses three times in a row. Rethinks every word he’s said to you all week. What if you’re mad? What if you’re done with him? What if he ruined everything just by hoping too hard?

He stares at your name on his screen. Thumb hovers. Calling again feels like too much. Not calling? Worse. So somehow—somehow—he’s standing at your dorm door. Alone. For the first time. His knuckles hesitate mid-knock. His legs feel like jelly. He keeps nudging his glasses up even though they’re already straight. What if you don’t want to see him? What if this ruins everything?

But then the door creaks open, and you’re there. A sleepy little bundle wrapped in a blanket, cheeks warm, eyes half-lidded. ❝I’m dying,❞ you croak. Matt nearly forgets how to function.

❝Wh—what happened? Are you—?❞ ❝It’s my period.❞ He blinks. Once. Twice. His mouth opens and closes. Then a small nod, like he totally gets it. (He absolutely doesn’t.) But the worry? Oh, it gets worse. ❝Do you… want me to go?❞ he asks, voice gentle.

You groan louder, waving him in. ❝No. Stay. You’re warm. And you bring snacks.❞ He clutches the bag in his hands like it’s a love letter. ❝I brought the sour ones. You said those help, right?❞

You light up well, as much as someone melting into a heat pad can—and it makes his chest squeeze. He shrugs off his hoodie and kicks off his shoes. Climbs into bed slow, like he’s scared he’ll break it—or you. The bed dips beneath his awkward weight. You tug the blanket over both of you like it’s the most natural thing, and Matt? Matt forgets what breathing is.

His head ends up resting on your stomach, arms tucked beneath him like he’s trying to take up less space. You’re rambling about cramps and injustice and why this should be illegal. He listens like you’re narrating his favourite novel. His glasses keep sliding, and he adjusts them without looking up.

❝I feel like a balloon full of knives,❞ you mumble. ❝That sounds… awful. I—I’d fix it if I could,❞ he says, and without really thinking, he leans in and kisses your stomach. Just one soft, reverent press of lips.

You are tense. He jolts. ❝S-sorry!❞ he blurts. ❝I didn’t mean—I just—I don’t know why I did that! You probably want me to leave now—❞ ❝Matt,❞ you whisper, brushing your fingers through your hair. ❝It’s okay. Really.❞ He searches your face. For rejection. For weirdness. For anything.

Instead, you reach down and touch his curls. He practically melts. Sinks back into you like your bed is the only safe place left. Another kiss. Then another. Each one slower, softer. Like he’s sorry. Like he’s saying he’d trade places with you if he could.

❝That actually helps,❞ you murmur. Matt smiles into your hoodie, drawing tiny circles against your side. ❝Do you… want me to keep doing it?❞ he asks, barely above a whisper. You hum. Eyes close. Your breath evens.

And Matt stays still. So still. Like, if he moves too much, he might wake up from this. He kisses you quietly with soft little pressings of his lips to your tummy, like it’s sacred, like you’re something he’s worshipping without meaning to. His hand rubs gentle, slow circles into your side, every motion tender, like your comfort is the most important thing in the world.

You hum under your breath, your fingers brushing through his curls, grounding him. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. The way your body melts into his, the way you breathe a little deeper with each kiss... it tells him everything.

He tells himself you’re just friends. He always does. But God, nothing has ever felt more like love.

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[dollymatt]

༉‧₊˚. NERD¡MATT . . .

in which matt comforts you during a storm, even when he's scared himself . . . paired with popular¡bsf reader

It’s storming so hard the windows shake. Outside, the sky rips open with every bolt, painting your dorm room in momentary whiteouts. Thunder cracks so loud it feels personal, and even wrapped in two blankets, you’re curled up like a child in the corner of your bed, heart thudding like it’s trying to warn you of something worse than weather.

You text him, ❝Are you up?❞ Three dots. Then, after a breath: ❝omw.❞ You hear the knock ten minutes later. You open the door, and he’s standing there in his hoodie, rain clinging to the fabric like he just walked through a monsoon for you. His hair is a mess of wet curls, glasses slightly fogged, his arms full, one hand gripping a bag of candy and the other cradling a crumpled fleece blanket with sheep on it.

Matt Sturniolo. Your softest safe place. ❝You okay?❞ he asks, voice a little wobbly like he’s pretending not to be just as shaken. You nod, biting your lip. Then he steps in, carefully toeing off his wet sneakers, and just like that, your room feels warmer. He’s awkward about it at first, like always. Sets the snacks down. Unfolds the blanket. Doesn’t meet your eyes. So you fix that.

You tug him toward the bed, and he follows like gravity itself is rearranged for you. The storm screams outside, but inside, you’re under fairy lights and soft cotton, knees touching beneath the blanket as you both sit shoulder to shoulder. You pass him a sour gummy, and he takes it with a shy smile. His cheek is flushed. You realise it’s not the weather.

❝Are you scared too?❞ you whisper, half-laughing. He shrugs. ❝I mean... maybe. But you’re more important.❞ It’s not flirty. It’s not dramatic. It’s just true. That’s what makes it hit harder. Your chest tightens. Matt isn’t like the others. He’s all careful glances and quiet bravery. He’s the way his fingers twitch when they’re near yours, like they know what they want but won’t ask. He’s the boy who blushes when you call him cute and stays anyway.

And right now, with his socked feet brushing yours and lightning flashing behind his glasses, you realise how handsome he is. Not just sweet. Not just smart. But devastating in his own way, doe-eyed and flushed, jaw tight with nerves, hands twitching like he wants to pull you close but doesn’t dare. So you do it.

You lean into his side, cheek to shoulder. He stills like a startled animal. Then relaxes, slowly. Like you’re teaching him it’s safe. ❝Thanks for coming,❞ you murmur. ❝You didn’t have to.❞ He turns slightly, cheek against your hair now. ❝You texted. Of course I did.❞ The storm rages outside. But it can’t touch you here.

Not with him here. Not with your fingers inching toward his, finding a home in the space that’s always been waiting for you to notice it was yours all along. You both duck under the blanket like kids hiding from the world. It’s warm and dim and smells like your shampoo and his hoodie. You’re curled up against him, your hand tucked into his, your breaths syncing slowly. Every time thunder booms, you flinch, and he squeezes your fingers just a little tighter.

Then lightning flashes right outside the window. You squeal an honest, startled sound—and instinctively bury your face in Matt’s chest. He jumps too, nearly dropping the gummy bag, but swallows hard and wraps his arms around you like he isn’t shaking just as badly. ❝It’s okay,❞ he says, voice cracked and barely steady. ❝You’re okay. I got you.❞

You feel his heart hammering against your cheek. You lean back just enough to look up at him, and he gives you the most unconvincing smile you’ve ever seen. ❝You’re scared too,❞ you whisper, trying to bite back a grin. ❝What? Me? Nah. I’m just—uh—monitoring the storm conditions. For safety.❞ You laugh into his chest, and he groans softly like he knows he’s been caught. But he doesn’t let go.Matt blinks at the ceiling of fleece above your heads and thinks, If this is it—if the storm takes us out—I could die happy right now. Because you’re here. Because you chose him. well, kind of…unofficially Because this quiet, perfect moment is everything he’s ever wanted and never thought he’d get.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 yap ／ ⋆ ۪ he's my sexy little nerd, do we love?

⌗ dolls . . .

© DOLLYMATT ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025 do not plagiarise or repost my works on any other platforms.

[lovestwuck]

nerd!matt masturbating to you after you leave

he had been trying to tutor you—key word, trying. you'd asked him for help with chemistry, saying you were stuck on a certain topic.

but the entire session, he could barely focus. you just looked so… effortlessly pretty. like you didn’t even realize it. and the miniskirt definitely wasn’t helping his concentration. giving him an instant hard-on.

he was honestly surprised you'd even reached out. up until now, your interactions had been limited to passing glances and the occasional wave. but now, you two were sitting across each other, chatting and smiling like it was nothing.

however, his responses became shorter, mostly nods and mumbles, his body stiff. too distracted to form proper sentences. repeating to himself to get it together.

once you left, he immediately was taking off his pants, heart pounding, head spinning. he felt ridiculous—like a middle school boy. he knew it was wrong. did he care? no. he had been suffering from the most painful boner imaginable. he just couldn't help it.

when he finally came to his release, he softly whimpered your name.

"fuuuuckkk, y/n"

he let out quiet pleas. the pleasure being too overbearing. god, you had no idea what you did to him.

© lovestwuck do not copy, steal, translate, repost any of my works

[rarebambi]

nerd!matt giving brat!reader head

100 follower special !!

warnings… oral (f receiving), matt the munch, soft dom!matt, swearing, slight degrading, hair pulling?, edging, pet names

my first actual smut fic, mb if its ass but enjoy

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“so if a dataset has a mean of 50 and a standard deviation of 5, what percentage of the data falls within one standard deviation of the mean?” matt asks.

you groan as you fling your head back. “matt c’mon, we’re not gettin’ anywhere with this”

“alright jus’ this one question.” matt says as he acknowledges your whines. matt was smart, like really smart, and it was noticeable to anybody who saw him.

the collared shirt, big glasses, and the awkward persona were enough to give it away.

“matt” you complain. “we’ve been at this for hours… can we just wrap it up? my brain isnt working anymore.”

“c’mon sweetheart…just a couple more questions, we’ve almost finished reviewing this unit.” he said, trying to get you to cram for your exam tomorrow.

“ugh fine. one more question” you say, only agreeing because, truly, how could you say no to him?

minutes pass and all you begin to think about is the growing heat between your legs.

you uncomfortably try to adjust your legs to make it stop, but nothing works. you start to zone out, your mind racing with all the things the man in front of you should be doing.

sure, you’ve noticed how stunning matt is, i mean you are “dating” him.

you look around his dorm to try and find anything else to focus on.

but his messy hair, shirt pulled up to see his veiny arms, and the raspy voice were enough to make a woman go wild.

“hellooo? y/n?” matt calls, causing you to snap out of your trance. “hey?” you respond.

“i asked you a question- you’re not listening are you.” he realizes.

“matt ‘m sorry, but i just don’t understand this and i’m so tired” you whine.

“sweetheart, you have your exams tomorrow. if you don’t revise and study you won’t do your best on it.” he warns.

he knew you weren’t the smartest person, well at least not compared to him, but he knew that it was probably your daddy’s money that got you a spot at a prestigious university.

“just two more-” he starts, but notices the pout on your face and your crossed legs and chuckles.

“oh sweetheart, you couldn’t even wait ten minutes for us to finish this?” he says, mumbling a small ‘pathetic’ before moving closer to you.

“please matt” you whine.

“please what?” he smiles, his hand on your knee.

“pl-please touch me” you pout, knowing he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“oh, you poor thing” he coos with faux sympathy laced on his tongue.

he rubs a hand up and down your knee, your plaid skirt you wore to tease him now sliding up your thighs.

“fuck- matt don’t tease…” you mewl, your arousal now practically dripping in between your legs.

he smirked at you, loving the way you reacted to the slightest touch and the simplest of words.

“take this off f’me, yeah?” he basically whispers, running his hand over your skirt.

you do just that as he points over to the bed. “sit” he commands.

you’re now sitting at the edge of the bed in your baby blue lingerie, waiting for matt to touch you.

he gets down on his knees, slowly kissing your now slightly shaking thighs.

your pussy aches for this man, wanting him to just touch you.

he slowly takes off your panties, disregarding them on the floor as he softly spreads open your legs.

he wraps your thighs around his head, looking up at you with those submissive ass eyes.

“matt- please i need you” you beg, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks.

he smiles at the amount of power he has over you, kissing your pussy before slowly licking your clit.

you slightly moan at the sudden pleasure, your mouth agape.

he continues this subtle yet effective movement, earning more and more moans from you.

he begins to lap his tongue around your hole, causing you to grab his hair.

his tongue moves faster and faster as your hips buck against his tongue.

“y’like that sweetie?” matt asks, moving his tongue faster (if possible.)

“oh fuck- yes matt” you whine, your brain foggy. “m’gonna cum”

“ah ah ah” he tuts, stopping his movements. “i’ll tell you when you can come doll”

this only made you whine more, since you were used to getting your way.

“f-fuck matt… i can’t take it” “oh but yes you can doll. you practically begged for it, you’re gonna take it.” he commands.

you were a moaning mess on his bed. eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking, and your hands gripping at matts hair in an attempt to make him go faster.

“h-holy shit” you moan. “please i need to cum”

“hmm… have you been good?” he asks.

“yes… please matt” you groan.

“atta girl, cum on my tongue babydoll” matt’s words, tongue, hands travelling your body, and piercing blue eyes were enough to send you over the edge.

you felt your body relax and the knot in your stomach snap as you released your arousal on his tongue.

“this gonna help you ace your exam tomorrow?” matt asks jokingly, as you playfully smack his shoulder.

tessa’s notes… THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i truly didn’t know how fast i could grow over the span of 3 months, but you all made it happen and i’m so grateful for every single one of you💋. guys i literally HATEEE writing smut so i do apologize if it’s terrible, js wanted to try smth different to express my gratitude for all of you !!!

[chrattvibe]

៹New experience. nerd!matt.

situationship, suggestive content, smoking, dealer!chris cameo.

I never really overthought things when it came to her.

But today, I found myself folding the same blanket over and over again, and making sure the cushions on the couch were fluffy enough.

I wasn’t nervous. Not that. But yeah… excited.

She’d never been here before. I’d never brought her. Not because I didn’t want to, but because Nick and Chris were always around, and I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. Besides, what we had wasn’t really something to show off yet. Not quite.

I left the blanket neatly draped over the back of the couch just as I heard Chris’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Matt? You’re still taking Nick and me to—wow.” He stopped dead when he walked into the living room “Are we... expecting guests?”

I nodded, plopping down on the couch, taking in the spotless living room.

It’s not like I’d gone crazy cleaning —we’re not that messy— but I wanted everything to be just right for her.

Chris raised an eyebrow and gave me a sly smile.

“Is she coming over?”

“Yeah. I invited her for dinner. You guys might have to take an Uber back.”

Chris grabbed a can from the fridge and sat back down on the couch. He slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a simple ziplock baggie. A well-rolled joint inside.

“I was gonna leave this for you. If you’re still thinking about it, that is.”

I took it carefully. It was the same strain he’d told me about, the mellow one. No paranoia, no getting stuck on the couch. Perfect for a first try.

I’d been curious for a while. Not because of pressure or something like that, just... because.

“Is this the same stuff you mentioned the other day?”

“Yeah. Mellow. Smooth. Good first trip.” He leaned on the edge of the couch, looking at me “You don’t have to do it today, obviously. But I’m giving it to you before I forget. I’ve had it in my pocket for like— days.”

I nodded slowly. “Thanks man. Maybe I’ll try it tonight, with her.”

“No problem. Just… be careful. It’s not strong, but don’t jump right in.”

I laughed, looking down. “Thanks for the trust.”

Chris laughed too but lowered his voice a bit. “Anyway, you’re taking Nick and me to Sam’s, right? Nick’s almost ready.”

“Yeah, I’ll drop you guys off there and then come pick her up.”

Chris nodded and went back to his room.

I stood there a second, looking at the baggie in my hand. Then I headed to my room and slipped it into the top drawer of my nightstand. Checked the time.

Almost six.

I changed quickly. Something nicer than the old shirt I was wearing.

Simple. Comfortable. But with style-ish.

A few minutes later, the three of us were already at the door. We headed to the car. I dropped them off at our friend Sam’s place and then drove to her house.

The ride over was short. When I saw her step out of the building—with a tote bag slung over her shoulder and her hair a little messy—she gave me one of those quiet smiles that don’t say much but still leave me feeling soft. She always carried that kind of energy. The kind that makes you feel lighter just by being around her.

We chatted a bit while I drove. Talked about not much, what we’d done during the day, or just hummed the song playing in the background. That playlist we made with a mix of her favorite songs and mine. The city was already fading away with that slow Saturday evening rhythm. The car lights, the buildings. Everything had that kind of golden hue that made her look even more beautiful.

When we arrived, I opened the door for her and she went in first, shyly. No need to say anything. She already knew Chris and Nick wouldn’t be there, but she still raised an eyebrow at the quiet in the apartment. A quiet so delicate, so fragile.

“So, you said your brothers went out?”

“I dropped them off before coming to get you. Come on in. The place is all yours. Well… ours.”

Her shyness disappeared as we went upstairs and she felt the familiar atmosphere. It made me smile how she looked around like a curious little kid.

She took off her jacket and tote bag on the sofa like she’d done it a thousand times before. And I liked that. That she didn’t need permission.

“Nice place... smells pretty good.”

“Not gonna lie, I sprayed some air freshener.” —I laughed, tossing my jacket next to hers.— “Thanks for noticing.”

She walked around the living room with silent curiosity.

“So... living room, kitchen. The bathroom is over there, and my room next to it.” I explained, pointing out the parts of the house. “Nick’s room is upstairs and Chris’s downstairs.”

She stopped in the kitchen, looked at some drawings stuck on the fridge, then at some family photos.

“Is this you?” she asked, pointing at a picture of me and my brothers when we were kids.

I came up behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder.

“Close. That’s Nick, that’s Chris, and that’s me.” She laughed trying to find the differences in our faces. She failed.

She slowly turned around and our faces were close, but we said nothing. She just stayed there, looking at me for a second. Then, with that quiet ease she always had, she kissed me on the cheek. Walked past me like nothing, heading for the couch.

“Now what?”

“We can do whatever you want. I can put on some music, or we can watch a movie...” I sat next to her. Well, I lay down, resting my head on her lap. She stroked my hair.

We ended up eating something simple but tasty. She sat on the counter while I handled the pan. Together, we made mac and cheese.

We laughed a lot. Ate on the couch, for once we actually pay attention to the movie playing in the background. It was sweet when we got scared and she clung a little tighter to my shirt.

Then we put on some YouTube videos to shake off the scares from the movie, and those just became background noise. We talked over the audio the whole time. About anything. Our stuff, silly things. Some homework, a weird dream she’d had the night before, how she’d totally steal one of my hoodies next time and never give it back. I kind of liked the idea, honestly.

Afterwards, the dishes stayed on the coffee table. She lay down with her legs over mine, and I made room to get comfortable. It felt like her scent was settling into my clothes. I hoped I’d still catch traces of it tomorrow.

We stayed quiet for a long while. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was one of those heavy silences that don’t ask for anything. She fiddled with one of my hands, and I absentmindedly stroked her knee with my thumb. Her eyes were half-closed, head resting against the backrest, body loose like she weighed nothing. I liked seeing her like that—calm, comfortable in my home. In our night.

“Hey,” I said quietly, eyes still on her legs. “So, uh… Chris gave me something the other day. Like, a… little joint? Or whatever you call it.” I scratched the back of my neck, already kind of smiling at how dumb I probably sounded.

She barely turned her head towards me without leaving the couch. She looked at me with a mix of tenderness and surprise. She smiled. “I didn't know you smoked.”

“I don’t, but we were talking and I told him that I was curious. He said it was super chill. One of his lightest ones, really.” —I finally glanced at her.— “I don’t know. Thought maybe... if you felt like it... we could try it together?”

She didn’t answer right away. She sat up a bit straighter but kept her legs over mine. Her gaze was soft, one of those that don’t rush you.

“If you don’t want to, it’s no big deal, no pressure—”

“You wanna do it with me?” —she interrupted.

“Yeah,” I answered immediately “I think it’d be fun. Doing it with you. Chris said it’s not too strong anyway... but if you don’t want to, forget I said anything.”

She smiled like that really made her happy. She placed her hand on my chest as if to calm me before I could say more.

“I love that you want to share that with me. Really. If you want, we’ll take it easy. I’ve smoked once or twice, so I kinda know how it goes. But if at any point you don’t feel like it, we stop.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly “I think that’s what I needed. I feel calmer.” I laughed and looked into her eyes, now more awake than before. “Will you take care of me?” I joked.

She laughed softly and kissed me on the lips. Short, tender. “Of course. Always. Shall we go to the window, or the balcony?”

I got up and headed to my room. Took the baggie out of the nightstand, grabbed a lighter, and came back. We went out to the balcony. The night was nice—slightly cloudy, but the moon still peeked through, almost full. We sat on the floor, legs crossed on the cold tiles, wrapped in the blanket, shoulder to shoulder. She lit the joint with calm, practiced ease—which made me smile. She knew how to do it. Took a soft first drag, then passed it to me with a quiet grin.

“Your turn. Just take a slow drag, hold it in for a couple of seconds, then let it out gently. Don’t inhale too fast or too deep, it might make you cough.”

“You're not gonna laugh if I cough, right?”

“I won’t, I swear.” she was already smiling.

I took a short drag. Felt the smoke in my throat and forced myself not to rush. Didn’t cough. We looked at each other. She gave me a small applause with her hands. “Amazing!”

We laughed together. Stayed silent a few more seconds. She looked at me, knees to chest, joint still in hand. Passed it back with a calm gesture.

“All good?” she asked, adjusting the blanket around us.

“Yeah, all the same. I guess I should feel something soon, right?”

“You’re supposed to feel like... lighter after a bit,” she whispered softly, like she didn’t want to break the warm air between us. “Maybe everything will seem funnier, or you’ll start thinking deep thoughts. Sometimes it just makes you hungry. Every body is different. But it’s chill. If you feel weird at any point, tell me and we’ll fix it.”

I nodded, half distracted. Minutes later, I was already feeling something.

I didn’t know if it was the effect or the moment, but the world seemed to have gotten softer. Like the air had become denser and slower, but without weight. Like time stretched between phrase and phrase.

I took another puff, a bit longer this time. And then I felt it. Like a small wave from my chest to my shoulders. No dizziness. No vertigo. Just a quiet warmth, like the body remembering what it means to be comfortable. I leaned back a little and closed my eyes.

“You okay?” I heard her soft voice.

“Yeah,” I smiled “It’s nice. I feel like... more inside myself.” I laughed at how silly that sounded. “Pause. Does that make sense?”

She chuckled softly. “It does. That’s a good way to put it. I feel the same.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She looked beautiful with the moonlight on her face. And not just beautiful. Her face and eyes seemed to shine brighter than usual. Her perfume smelled a bit stronger and her voice sounded softer. I wanted to tell her all that and more, but I didn’t. I just kept looking.

I reached out and caressed her cheek. The touch felt different too. I can’t really explain how, but it felt light. I slid my hand down her neck, shoulder, and arm. Then tucked some hair behind her ear. She rested her head on my shoulder and we let time stretch a little longer.

“Shall we go back inside?” she whispered.

I nodded. —it's getting cold.— Got up slowly, and she did too. She carefully put out the joint and we went in.

The house was silent. The only sounds were the leftover noises from the videos playing automatically on YouTube and a distant horn from the street. I closed the balcony door and when I turned around, she was there, in front of me, fixing her hair. She slowly came closer. Ran her hands over my shoulders. Looked at me like she already knew.

“I really like you, y'know?”

I smiled. “Me too. A lot.” —I placed my hands on her waist.— “Everything good?”

“Better than good.”

I rested my forehead on hers. I liked feeling her close. No rush. Just that: being close. The fabric felt strange, but her skin felt better so I slid my hands under the hoodie I’d lent her, finding the warm skin of her waist. I squeezed a little.

She came closer. Her lips brushed mine lightly, and I responded slowly. We kissed calmly. Like no one was expecting anything, but everything was there.

Everything felt more intense. More present. The fabric of my own clothes. The way she breathed between kisses. The warmth. It was just her and me in the middle of the living room.

I laughed quietly without meaning to.

“What?”

“Nothing. You feel good.”

We kept walking without letting go until the couch caught us without asking, softening our fall. We fell clumsily, giggling, still half-hugged. She ended up lying on top of me, one leg between mine and her hands resting on my chest.

I felt every part of her body like mine was recognizing it for the first time. The warmth on her thighs. The touch of her hands on my neck. The way her laughter-breath grazed my jaw.

My hands settled on her waist again. Her skin was warm, soft. I ran my fingers slowly down her back, not thinking much about it. Everything made me want to keep going. It was like there was no such thing as rush. Just her, with me, so close.

We kissed again, deeper. Slow but heavier. I could feel how she clung tighter to my shirt with every kiss, how she tilted her head to find me better. I loved that: the way she searched for more.

I’m not used to this. To letting myself go. I usually think everything three times before doing something. But with her, it just doesn’t happen. And I like not having to think so much.

Without realizing it, we adjusted better. She straddled me, lying on my body.

I slid my hands down her back to her ribs. I felt her skin goosebump when I brushed the edge of her bra with my thumbs. She said nothing. Just pressed closer to me.

My head was kind of delayed. Not for lack of desire, but because my body spoke clearer than my thoughts. Every movement felt big. Like the touch of her mouth was the only thing that mattered.

She lowered one hand down my chest slowly to the edge of my pants. I shuddered. Not from surprise, but from how good it all felt. From the feeling and desire.

Clothes started to bother us. In an unspoken agreement, she raised her arms and I took off the hoodie and shirt together. It was the first time I saw her with so little on. I felt almost overwhelmed, but in a good way, like hypnotized. Took a split second to help her get out of my shirt too.

We stayed there, looking at each other for a few seconds, like analyzing one another. I rested my forehead on her collarbone. Kissed there, eyes closed. Then on her neck. Then on the edge of her jaw.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, more out of need than choice. “I’m crazy 'bout you.”

She smiled but said nothing. She leaned down a bit more to kiss me, and our hips met with more intention.

My hands went down her thighs, squeezing her skin over the fabric. We moved slowly, like time had become slower and more ours. I thought about saying something. About slowing it down. But there was nothing to slow yet. We both stretched the moment, the feeling. Just that rich intensity growing between us, like we knew exactly how far we wanted to go.

My hands instinctively went for the back of her bra—hers found my waistband again. A soft moan escaped me, overwhelmed by the feeling of having her like this: exposed, all over me, all mine.

But a part of my mind flicked a warning light. A small but firm voice. Not yet. Not like this.

“We— we shouldn’t...” I whispered, breath heavy, forehead still resting on her collarbone. I didn’t move. I couldn’t pull away. Didn’t want to.

She stayed still for a second. Then lowered her head to look into my eyes.

“Why?” she asked softly. No reproach in her tone. Just calm curiosity. Care.

I swallowed. It was hard to form the words, not because I didn’t know what I felt, but because I didn’t want to break that moment.

“Because we’re both kinda... well, high,” I said, with a small, almost shy smile. Got a giggle from her “It feels incredible, but I don’t want it to be like that. Not the first time…”

I let my hands slide slowly down her back, landing on her hips. “I want to be fully present. I want to remember everything. No doubt about anything.”

She didn’t say anything right away. She looked at me like she was saving that forever. Then she smiled. Slow. Beautiful.

“Okay.” she whispered. Clasped her hands behind my neck. “Thank you, I like that you think that.”

She kissed my forehead, and I buried myself a little deeper into her neck. I felt embarrassed to stop everything. Like I’d ruined something. But she gently pulled me out of it before the feeling could settle.

Her hands stroked my back, moving up and down calmly. Kissed the top of my head and stayed with me, silent. We didn’t need to do anything else. Just feel close.

The heat from before was still there, between us hugged but now calmer. Kinder. The lingering effect of the joint starting to show. The head lighter. The body loose. She had goosebumps, and I realized just as I ran my fingers along her arm.

“Are you cold?” She nodded slowly. I sat up and grabbed the clothes I’d taken off her earlier. Put it on her gently, like her body was a doll’s. She let me, with a silly smile.

We went back to the couch, this time more dressed, less fired up. But still close. I put on some calm music on the TV. She curled up against me. We talked about how we felt after smoking that, I told her I was glad I did it with her. She enjoyed it too.

We both started feeling a little hungry, and I mentally thanked my brothers for not finishing the ice cream left in the freezer. We sat on the couch, legs crossed, facing each other, sharing a tub of ice cream from the same spoon.

We laughed out loud more than once, talking nonsense here and there. We stole a couple of kisses with the excuse that the other had a bit of ice cream on the corner of their lips.

The ice cream slowly ran out. We both already felt more like ourselves. Like everything before had happened in slow motion and now the world had returned to its normal speed.

She was lying on her side, head resting on the arm of the couch. She rubbed her eyes slowly, like admitting sleep was starting to win was hard.

“Are you sleepy?” I asked with a giggle.

“A little bit,” she admitted, sitting up straighter. “But good. Still feel everything… kinda soft.”

I nodded. Me too. But without the tingling anymore. Just that nice tiredness that comes after a good night.

I checked the time. Almost one in the morning.

“I’d invite you to stay,” I said, half-joking, half-serious, “but I know you don’t like leaving your cat alone for too long.”

She laughed and rested her face on my chest. “That’s true. He’s probably already in bed. He’ll hate me tomorrow.”

“Should I take you home, then?”

“I don’t want you to drive. You must be tired too… I’ll take an Uber.”

“No, you won’t.” I said, laughing but firm. I reached over to rub her back. “If you want, we can walk. It’s not that far. Let’s get some air, what do you think?”

She looked at me with tenderness. “Okay. Let’s walk.”

I put on my hoodie, grabbed the keys, and we went down together. It was a bit chilly outside, but that nice kind of cold that doesn’t bother you. It didn’t feel too much. My hand rested on her waist as we walked silently half the way. No need to say much.

“Thanks for tonight,” she smiled. “You made me feel really good... comfortable."

“I had a really good time too,” I answered. “Thanks for… just being there. Beyond what we smoked, the whole night was amazing.”

She smiled. Didn’t say anything else, just came closer and gave me a slow, soft kiss that left my chest full of that quiet warmth that can’t be explained.

“Let me know when you get home,” she said before going in.

“I will.” I promised.

I watched her get in the elevator and stayed for a second longer, hands in pockets, biting back a smile.

Then I started walking again. Slow, calm. I felt like we’d taken a little step forward, a small but steady one.

I remembered we had class together on Monday, and that we’d probably cross paths half-asleep in the hallway. I liked imagining that. Maybe I could bring her the hoodie I lent her today, so she doesn’t complain about the air conditioning being too cold.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time I’d see her as I walked home, with the city lights slowly going out. I knew that night she was going to stay with me for a good while.

—Chrattvibe.

Notes: congratufuckinglations if you made it this far. This was supposed to be shorter but it ended up long as fuck. Hope it was worth it and that you liked it💌

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