summary: it’s matt’s third year at college and he’s sure he’s got it figured out. of course foggy spends his time trying to set him up with girls, but there’s really no need for that when you’re there with an open invitation.
warnings: porn w plot, virgin matt, experienced reader, handjob-blowjob, lots of teasing, lots of kissing i really like this onee
the past two years have been hectic for matt, but with third year rolling in he’s sure of himself. he’s been doing well. submitting his papers on time, attending lectures, even sometimes going out with foggy when the time allows. matt doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.
that comes at its own expense of foggy still trying to set him up with every girl matt passes by. it’s not that they don’t want the blind kid tapping his way around campus with a cane, it’s really just matt. he’s not sure he even wants to be with anyone right now. it’ll probably destroy all the progress he’s made because why wouldn’t he want to give the girl he likes all his attention?
he can’t afford to do that, still he encourages foggy to try out of the entertainment for it.
and then there’s you. he’s aware of you. having noticed you around campus and a few classes you share. he’s not sure when it exactly happened but he thinks it was this one time he dropped a paper outside class and you handed it to him. you hadn’t even stopped to notice him, just continued on with your life.
he knows you by your scent. but, he admittedly also knows you by the lipgloss you always have on. matt could almost taste the cherry on your lips if he got close enough. though, he’d never really have the balls for that. it’s not that you’re unapproachable, you just never really notice him.
it’s a tuesday when foggy and matt pass by you and a friend of yours. despite knowing where this will head, matt asks foggy to explain how the girl on the left looks like: you.
foggy looks back for a couple of second and a wide grin makes its way on his face.
“man! she’s pretty. how can you notice that?” matt laughs. his best friend had clocked him many times. he knows when they’re pretty, foggy just can’t tell how.
foggy tells him how you look like, including minor details like the color of your bag, though matt is unsure how that would matter.
he begins to form a picture in his head. foggy spends the rest of the walk to the next class teasing matt about it.
though the conversation dies down a couple days later when foggy realizes that matt will do anything but approach you.
in this semester you do share 3 classes with matt. two with him and foggy and one with matt only. you’re seated in class where you share with matt, pen hanging lazily from your lips as the professor explains a new project. no one’s there yet really, except 4 students other than you.
atleast for this project you’re allowed to choose your partners. really, you were too old to still have the teacher deciding who works with who and then get disappointed with the results.
after ten minutes the class fills out. the seat beside you is still untaken and you wonder for a second who’s missing. you don’t dwell on it for long. matt walks in with a sheepish smile.
“sorry. here’s my pass. last class ran for longer,” he hands your professor the paper. you don’t think she would’ve cared eitherway. she dismisses him and tells him to take a seat.
he navigates around class until he finds the seat beside yours.
you glance up momentarily at him before moving slightly to the side so he’s got more space. matt sits down and puts away his cane. he can feel your eyes on him for a couple of seconds before you turn back to the front of the class.
“did i miss something important?” he whispers. you take a moment to finish what you were writing before responding.
“kind of. we have a project. but she explained it before anyone could come in, so she’ll explain it again at the end of class. it’s a partner project.”
matt nods along your words. from up close he can smell your lotion too. and the mint gum you’re popping in your mouth.
“will she choose or will we?” he continues. you turn directly towards him and matt is forced to keep a stoic expression but his heart is thumping against his ribcage. he can tell you’re fully assessing him, why, he’s not sure. he feels suddenly hot under your stare, he’s not even sure if you’re checking him out or just judging him.
“we choose, thank god. you’re a christian?” he’s surprised by your question. nonetheless he gives an awkward smile and nods.
“catholic, why?” you don’t really respond, just reach out to trace the cross on his chest before retreating your hand, as if only noticing its rude to touch someone without their permission.
“most disabled people are either very religious or not at all. just an observation.”
he laughs but it’s really a ha! sound.
“and what does your observation tell you about me?” you smile, he notices, for the first time. you chew on your lip as you choose your words.
“i think you’re shy. very proper. probably went to a party once or twice and decided it wasn’t your scenery so you stuck to the books. you probably don’t pray that much but sundays are reserved for church,” he can already tell there’s something else you want to add but you bite it back.
“do i have an observer or a stalker on my hands?” you giggle.
“your hands can’t handle me,” matt wants to think you’re flirting. he also, wants to prove you wrong.
he takes his chance. “well i think your first choice wasn’t law. probably a stir in your life caused you to take this decision. you chew on your pen if you’re bored or interested. you’re also not paying attention to the professor which means this isn’t your favorite class.”
he can feel you blush. you stop chewing on your pen momentarily.
“you’re also not shy.” he drops.
you click your tongue. he can tell you want to say something but hesitating.
“will you be my partner in this fuckass project?”
matt could already see the ruckus foggy is going to cause when he hears about this.
“sure. as long as i don’t do all the work while you admire me.”
the punch delivered to his arm causes him to laugh quietly.
“i take it back. you shouldn’t have that ego with these glasses on you, nerd.”
he turns to you with an unamused look. matt loves his glasses, they give him personality. atleast that’s what a mother would say.
at the end of class you exchange names and numbers. you had agreed that matt would come to your dorm. you argued that the library was too loud and his dorm was really out of question with foggy there. when matt had told that to foggy, there was about five seconds of silence.
“you know she’s practically asking to get it on with you? there’s like a thousand studying spots on campus, i promise you it doesn’t have to be her dorm.”
matt rolls his eyes but he smiles nonetheless, hey if you want him in your dorm it meant he did something right. foggy makes him change 3 times before deciding on a navy blue jumper and grey pants. still, he really did look like a nerd. but, hey, nerdy enough to impress you!
the walk to your dorm feels like a walk of shame he’s not sure why. the hallway monitors aren’t there so he’s glad he could slip in the girls dormitories without getting caught. after all he’d just tell them he’s blind and got lost. works everytime, that’s if he was slipping around the girls dormitories that much.
he finds yours easily. 126B. single and already smelling like you from the outside. as he knocks, he wonders how tonight could go. i mean you two technically had a project to work on.
the door opens and you let him come inside. he stands for a moment to assess the place. he can tell it’s very lived in. the wind from the window was causing a few papers—probably pictures on the wall to move slightly. your bed was in the corner of the room and he could smell each of your products on a vanity a few feet away from him. there was music softly playing in the background.
“take a seat on the bed. i’ve done some notes, i’ll read them out to you,” you say as you pour some water in a cup and hand it to him once he’s seated comfortably on your bed. the bed is more comfortable than his, he wonders why.
“how did you do it that fast?” he asks regarding your notes and you shrug before joining him.
“i didn’t have any classes after it and i thought it’d be nice to get some workload off. you know, so i could admire you while you work,” you jab at him with his earlier comment.
matt laughs and adjusts his glasses but you stop him and remove them. his breath hitches for a moment. you’re very close to his face, he could practically taste your gloss.
“much better, do you mind?” you don’t really give him a choice as you put the glasses away from him. he shakes his head. he liked your confidence.
you sit back, beside him where your shoulders touch. he’s forced to focus as you begin telling him about what you’ve written.
“what do you think?” you ask once you’re done, glancing up at him.
“i think it’s great. i can add a few things and we can start doing a final draft.” you smile and put down your notes.
he can tell you’re watching him as he writes on his device. again, he’s not entirely sure why. matt feels nervous under your stare.
“does it irritate you? all the sounds in class when the professor is teaching?”
out of all questions, this was the last he’d predicted you’d pick.
“sometimes. i’ve learnt to tune them out but yeah sometimes they bleed in.”
you’re still watching him like a hawk before a short laugh slips out. he perks up with a confused smile.
“i was just thinking, and it’s totally inappropriate-“
“tell me,” he cuts you off.
“men who can see usually can’t find the clit. so, what about a blind man?”
he chokes slightly on his spit, coughing twice to recover before laughing at the sudden question. you’re full of surprises aren’t you?
“i’m sorry, were you just thinking of me going down on a woman while i’m working?”
you’re not embarrassed, he can tell, but you faintly squeeze your thighs together.
“on me, yes. you told me to admire you. wherever my thoughts go, you know?”
you’ve laid back against your pillows now, your legs now out stretched towards him.
“that’s very-well. i haven’t so i-?” he gets quiet. you stay quiet too, though your heartbeat gets louder.
“huh. you’ve never gone down on a girl before,” you air it out. he blushes and looks down at his device.
“i’ve kissed girls before its not-“
you stalk towards him with a teasing smile.
“has anyone ever gone down on you, matt?”
he shifts slightly, getting more nervous with each pressing question. though it’s all you need to know he’s a virgin.
he really didn’t want to think about you between his legs, hands on his- matt shakes his head.
“do you want it?” your voice has dropped and he can tell this might’ve been what foggy was squeaking about an hour ago. “do you even jerk off?”
he lets out another short nervous laugh. he feels cornered in your bed and he can feel himself getting a boner. you haven’t even touched him, you’re just asking questions.
“i have-yes i do-sometimes,” he stutters out.
“well,” you place your hand on his thigh. matt almost groans. “do you want to feel what it’s like from someone else’s hands?”
he breathes heavily. you’re going to be the death of him really. he didn’t even do anything and you’re pouncing on him.
“yes,” he admits. he can almost hear your grin.
you start by placing his hands on your face, where he takes his time to study your features. you then move them to your waist as you straddle his legs. matt has had his fair share of kisses but he can tell yours will become his favorite. you kiss him so softly but so consumingly that he can’t feel or hear anything. all he can do is focus on your kiss and the way your body fits against his.
you take your time to kiss and nip at his ear before moving to his neck. he lets out a few breathy moans before you brunch up his sweater enough to leave a trail of kisses down to the button of his pants. you take your time there. spreading his legs wider and slotting yourself between them. as you unbutton his pants, his breath cuts short. he doesn’t know where to put his hands.
at last, he places them in your hair and begins to caress your face. it’s not like matt has ever seen porn, he’s not entirely sure what to do in moments like these, but he’s sure of one thing: his dick is rock hard all for you.
you kiss and palm at him through his boxers. he wonders how many men you’ve done this to. you don’t give him what he wants yet, you toy with the waistband of his boxers, slipping a kiss before pulling it back up.
“please,” he moans. he’s not sure what he’s begging for but he knows where he needs you most. you sit up and free him of his boxers, your hands immediately engulfing his throbbing cock.
he gasps, his hips bucking upwards. you giggle.
you spit on your hand before using them both to stroke him. matt is suddenly hyper aware of everything in his body. he can feel how hot his skin is, how heavy his balls feel, and just how insanely good your hands feel around him. you take your time, fastening your speed before lowering it enough to keep him on edge. you massage his balls before attaching your mouth to just the red of his tip.
he lets out a short whine. his hands find your head and he doesn’t want to be pushy but he needs more.
“church boy is all whiney under me,” you tease before licking alongside his vein. he huffs out a laugh before its cut short by a moan when you wrap your lips fully around him.
this is art, he thinks. hes heard frat boys talk about hookups but this is something different. matt feels taken care of. he feels euphoric. he doesn’t know to welcome this pleasure. you’re pressing all the right buttons and keeping your tongue in places he didn’t know existed on his cock.
he’s never felt luckier in his life. he only wishes he could see your face as you take him in your mouth. the way you hollow your cheeks around him has him thrusting in your mouth then muttering an apology, but he’s not really sorry, you’re just too damn good.
matt usually knows when he’ll cum but he doesn’t this time. he only remembers how good your throat feels before spurting rope after rope of cum down your throat.
you don’t seem to mind, kissing his sensitive tip before plopping him out of your mouth. you don’t waste time in interlocking your lips together and he swears he sees stars. he’s obsessed.
“you’re sin itself,” he whispers and you laugh. you pull his cross in your teeth. “are you going to tell God about me?”
