"you've never had an orgasm?"

matt sturniolo x fem reader!

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"you've never had an orgasm?" matt's tone was one of complete disbelief, the look in his eyes being a perfect match. he gazed at you from the other end of the sofa, the movie playing on the tv being completely forgotten.

"well, i have by myself, but not with anyone else."

"never?"

"nope"

"not even with chase?" you snorted at this, gazed into the bowl of popcorn on your lap in search of a piece of popcorn that looked extra sweet. matt was watching you with furrowed brows, his body turned to face yours, one arm sprawled out across the back of the sofa. there was a pillow in his lap and he picked at a loose piece of thread.

"especially not chase." you shrugged like it was nothing, curling your feet up under yourself as you matched his position. you stared at him head on, even as you spoke the next few words. "most guys only care about getting themselves off, half the time they can't even tell if you've finished or not. they fuck you and take what they want and that's it, sometimes it's too much effort and to them where's the fun in that?"

"too much effort?" matt was perplexed. too much effort is not a phrase he would use in regards to making his girl finish, infact that was the best part, the fun part. drawing it out as long as possible, edging them with your fingers and tongue until they're begging and falling apart from one simple touch. to him, sex is boring if the foreplay isn't drawn out and full of teasing.

"it takes a while for me. i can't-" you shrugged again, heat blossoming over your skin because why were you talking about this with matt? the boy who'd stick his foot out to trip you up when you were little? your friendship was open and carefree and yeah you'd often discussed your sex lives but this felt like a step too far. but you'd already started now, what would be the point in stopping.

"i can't just cum in two minutes. it takes more than just a couple fingers or whatever and the guys i've been with found that tiring. who wants to be with a girl who's wound so tight it takes her forever to cum? they usually try for a few minutes, get bored and sometimes a little annoyed so i fake it, we fuck, they leave. i've learnt to take care of myself once they're gone."

you weren't entirely sure how you'd gotten on to that topic, you'd been talking about your ex being back in town and one thing led to another until you were confessing your deepest, darkest secrets. well, it wasn't exactly deep or dark but it was definitely a secret. almost 20 years old and you were yet to find a man who could make you finish, over dramatic moans and fake orgasms had long since become your closest friend. it was this confession, and your best friends need to be good at everything, that had landed you in a pretty surprising position.

naked in his bed.

"you can tell me if you wanna stop, okay?" matt was settled between your legs, his mouth hot on the inside of your thigh and all you could do was nod. you swallowed thickly, hands pressed into the soft cotton of his bedsheets because you didn't know where else to put them. matt's hair looked inviting to you but you were nervous, afraid you'd pull too hard, worried that he might not like having the soft strands yanked. that on top of you usual anxieties over not being able to cum had your heart pounding in your chest. your best friend was no idiot and he could sense your inner turmoil from a mile away.

he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed your knee.

"tell me if this is okay. if it's not we can stop, and pretend this never happened."

"no" you shook your head rather aggressively. matt hadn't even touched you yet and you were soaked, wound up simply by thinking about what he was going to do to you. not a single part of you wanted him to stop. "this is okay."

"yeah? you're sure?"

"positive." he blew out a soft breath, a half laugh, that hit hit your pussy, making you clench around nothing. you might find it difficult coming at the hands of someone else but you were always extra sensitive. the fact that this was matt was somehow intensifying that.

"good, because i really wanna eat you out." you had no reply for that but he didn't seem to mind, he was kissing your thigh again, trailing his mouth to that hot spot between your legs but never actually touching you. he switched to your other thigh, nipped and sucked until you were shifting impatiently, subtly lifting your hips closer to his mouth.

"matt."

"sh, i'm taking my time. this is what you deserve." he pressed a hand to your stomach to hold you down, his other hand hooking under your knee, pushing outward to open up for him. you were completely on show to him, every inch of you and despite that initial anxiety, a larger part of you felt like this was meant to be. there was no one who made you feel safer than matt.

he kissed your hip, nuzzled his nose against the soft skin of your thigh before his mouth hovered over your pussy. his gaze flicked up to yours, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"you're so beautiful, baby." it took everything in you not to buck towards his mouth, your fingers twisting into the sheets. his smile turned dirty in an instant.

"got the prettiest pussy, gonna treat you right, yeah? gonna show you how good it feels." you could only nod and let out a quiet whine, stomach twisting at his words. dirty talk always got you off, pushed you closer to that edge but again, some guys just don't do it right. you could already tell this wasn't going to be a problem with matt.

the second his tongue touched you a shaky breath blew past your lips, your eyes falling closed. he licked a single broad stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, tongue flat to cover as much of you as possible. he repeated the motion, humming at the taste of you, cleaning up the wetness that had gathered just from his proposition. the kiss he pressed to your clit had your thighs tensing beneath his hands.

"taste so good, sweetheart." he teased the tip of his tongue against your hole, dipped inside just slightly before he was licking through your folds again. at your clit he stopped, pointed his tongue and repeatedly flicked over the swollen bud, grinning at the high pitched whine it pulled from you. "yeah? you like when i do that?"

"yeah, i-"

"sh, it's okay, just relax for me." matt's hand smoothed over your thigh, pressed you open a little moreand went back to flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit. pleasure was curling low at the base of your spine, the very first sparks of fire. this was usually as far as it would get, your orgasm would build halfway before fizzling out of reach.

his lips closed around your clit, sucked softly until your hips were lifting off of the bed, bucking towards his mouth and he was chuckling low in the back of his throat. the sound vibrated through you, made you half choke on a whimper, your fingers pulling at the sheets. he pulled back and kissed the skin around your pussy, ignoring the parts which are begging for him. his hand was suddenly reaching for yours, fingers soft around your wrist as he pried yours from the sheets and guided them to his head. he pushed till your fingers threaded through the fluffy strands of his hair.

"want you to tug on my hair, not my sheets." you couldn't reply because he was buried back between your thighs, tongue running through your folds, licking at your clit, pressing just slightly inside you before retreating again. he kept pressure on your clit light, just bordering on teasing and it was driving you insane, the steady build up of pleasure growing heavier.

with your hands in his hair you pushed, urged him to increase the pressure. he caught on almost immediately swirled his tongue around it before flicking back and forth, your mouth dropping open on a quiet moan. that moan turned into a soft yelp when his teeth grazed your clit. it was a foreign feeling but one that had you gushing with even more arousal.

"don't hold back, i want you to be loud. want the neighbour hood to know how good you feel." you made some unintelligible sound, tugging a little at his hair in acknowledgement and matt sucked your clit in reply. he suctioned it into his mouth with a deep groan and your orgasm creeped a little closer. at this point, your past partners would have given up, would have huffed in annoyance until you faked your orgasm so they could fuck you.

matt, however, had lost no momentum and was showing no signs of letting up, his attention to your pussy and your reactions to his mouth kept him going. he'd caught on that you liked teasing just a little, that you liked when he worked you to a point with the tip of his tongue before flattening it and letting it fizzle out. that was what drew out your orgasm, time and teasing. you were a wet mess, dripping down onto his sheets, making your thighs and the lower part of his face sticky and you whined loudly when he pressed his tongue into your hole.

his nose bumped your clit repeatedly from the position, your pussy clenching with need and you couldn't help the harsh yank to his hair.

"oh my god, fuck. don't-don't stop." your head tipped back, a string of moans and curses falling past your lips as matt continued fucking you with his tongue. each timehis nose rubbed over your clit a desperate whimper fell from your mouth, your grip on his hair tight enough that it bordered on painful. he pulled back, gave one large lick up your pussy before meeting your gaze.

"tell me what you need." you blinked at him, trying to clear the fog in your head. you were already so close, a feeling you'd never felt with anyone else bubbling in your tummy but even you knew you still needed a little bit more. true, you could probably cum from matt's tongue alone if he kept going, but you wanted just that little bit more. you brushed his hair back with your fingers, focused your gaze on his mouth, lips plump and glistening and there was an overwhelming need to kiss him.

you were aware the two of you had crossed a line in your friendship, had done something you couldn't come back from. but this was sex. unfeeling, detached, a transaction of sorts. matt can prove you can cum with other people, you get an orgasm when you'd only been expecting a movie and popcorn tonight. but kissing was different. kissing meant something to you and you couldn't kiss him and move on. something at the back of your mind suggested you weren't going to be able to move on from this, but that was for future you to worry about. right now you just wanted to cum.

"fingers, i want your fingers." it was breathless, your voice broken and scratchy from your keening moans and whines. matt cocked his head, grinning slowly as he bent his head down and kissed just above your clit.

"yeah? want me to fuck you with my fingers? bet i can have you coming in minutes, baby." he shifted between your legs and brought his hand up, middle and pointer finger settling infront of your mouth. his grin turned into a smirk, eyes sparkling with heated lust.

"be a good girl and get them wet for me, baby." you were quick to do as you were told, lips wrapping around his fingers, tongue swirling around them until they were coated in saliva. you let them go with a pop, not once breaking eye contact with matt, even as matt settled back between your thighs.

your legs had closed slightly and he nudged them back open with a chastising nip to the soft skin. the tips of his fingers teased your hole, circled it for a second as his gaze locked on your pussy.

"you're making a mess of my sheets." there was nothing to say to that and so you simply let your head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closing again when he pressed both fingers into you. he moved slowly, letting your walls relax around him before he hooked them up and slowly retreated.

"god, you're so fucking tight, don't even think my cock would fit." it was a throwaway comment, actual sex wasn't on the table but his words still made you clench, the thought of him burying himself inside you pulling a high pitched whine from your throat.

"make me cum, please matt. i wanna cum."

"i know, baby, i'm gonna, just enjoy it." he started fucking you slowly, fingers pressing against all of your sensitive parts, hitting deeper than yours ever could. the thumb on his other hand had found your clit and was rubbing tight circles over it, the trembles in your thighs an indication to you both that you were hurtling towards the edge. the wet sounds of your pussy and matt's low praises broke through your constant string of moans and whimpers.

"that's it. taking it so good, babe, look at you. pussy's just begging me to fuck you, you're squeezing me so tight."

his tongue was on your clit again, flicking over it to match the pace and rhythm of his fingers and each time they hooked inside of you, you tipped a little closer to the edge. your clit was swollen and throbbing beneath his tongue, the feeling intensifying when he sucked it between his lips. he hummed against you, matt thrusts his fingers in a little harder, stretching you open to a point you wished it was his cock filling you up.

"such a pretty girl, you gonna cum for me? come on, baby" fingers in his hair, you pulled a little harder, legs starting to shake and your orgasm was only inches out of reach. the pads of his fingers repeatedly bullied into that sensitive spot deep inside of you, the feeling so intense tears had gathered on your lash line as your mouth dropped open, moans and whimpers of matt's name filling the air

"i'm so close baby, matt, it feels so good."

"mhm, being such a good girl, fuck i wish i could stay here all night." you whined, back arching off the bed and his free hand had to press you back down, applying the slightest bit of pressure to your lower stomach. he could tell how close you were, knew your orgasm was just dangling out of reach and he took a chance as he pulled his lips from your clit.

"play with your boobs, baby."

half delirious you did as told, one hand still tugging at matt's hair but the other moved up to cup your boob, squeezing and massaging the way you did when you were alone. praises filtered up from between your legs and then he was back to tonguing your clit, his fingers fucking you a little harder. you pinched your nipple and matt crooked his fingers and your orgasm hit you like a wave.

a high pitched moan, one that definitely sounded like a cry, fell from your lips as your back lifted off the mattress, fingers tangled so tight in matt's hair, it was a miracle you hadn't pulled any out. your pussy clenched so tight around his fingers, slick walls hugging them back in each time he pulled them out, working you through the most intense orgasm of your life. matt kept muttering praises the whole time, telling you how good you did, how pretty you were, how badly he wants to fuck you until you cry.

it takes a few moments, a couple slow pumps of his fingers and even slower laps of his tongue before the waves of pleasure die down and the roaring in your ears subsides. you'd gushed around his fingers, made a mess of him and the bed but he didn't seem to mind, eagerly cleaning you up with broad licks when he finally pulled his fingers free. you were too sensitive, clit pulsing and with a shake of your head you pushed at matt's forehead, whimpering quietly when he pressed a final kiss to the little bud.

he sat back on his knees, watched you through hooded eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licked them clean of your cum while you watched with a heaving chest. your body was on fire, pussy sensitive but somehow feeling empty now and it was difficult to miss the bulge in matt's joggers. he drew his fingers from his lips and flopped down beside you, his shoulder warm against your bare skin

"so, how was that for a first orgasm?"

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never in my life again am i writing smut.

this is THE matt smut yall…like put this in a fanfic hall of fame or something. like seriously everyone needs to read this. like idk how to move on from this and continue my day.