Can you do Matt's first time with his s/o?
AU in which matt doesn’t die :)) i’m not still salty or anything it’s fine :)))
i know this was sent in literally 4 years ago, sorry for taking so long anon, if ur still around, i hope u enjoy
also warning for smut i guess ?? or at least heavily implied smut
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This hadn’t been the way you’d expected to end your evening, but you were hardly about to complain.
You’d barely had time to register the door opening before Matt’s mouth was crushed against yours, his hands knotting in your hair as he sucked the breath from your lungs as easily as taking a drag from a cigarette.
His body was heavy as it pressed into yours, pushing you against the wall as his teeth tugged at your lower lip. The taste of metal didn’t hinder you, however, as your hands locked around his neck, fingertips digging into the warm skin, still slick with sweat that matted his red hair and dampened the back of his shirt.
Apparently, the kidnapping had gone well.
The adrenaline seemed to pour off Matt in waves as his hands sought your thighs, nails biting through your jeans as he picked you up without breaking his urgent kiss. His lips were sealed to yours with pressure enough to leave your mouth swollen and bruised, teeth knocking in clumsy desperation as Matt stumbled towards the bedroom.
“Y/N…”
His voice was raspy, clouded with lust as his eyes raked down your body. You squirmed self-consciously beneath his gaze, heart hammering against your ribs and cheeks hot. The two of you had discussed sex before, but Matt was so preoccupied with his work for Mello, the two of you just…hadn’t seemed to find the time.
“Matt,” you replied, throwing him a teasing smile that he easily mirrored with a playful tilt of his lips broken by his breathless panting.
“Do you wanna… I mean…”
You vaguely noticed that his hands were shaking, and he gripped your hips to steady them.
“Yes.”
A slow grin slid over your boyfriend’s face, and when he leaned in to kiss you, he took his time.
The kiss was slow, his tongue smoothing over his chapped lips before seeking your own, a heated duel that had your breath catching as your fingers threaded through his hair.
Your clothing pooled on the floorboards as Matt’s rough hands explored your newly exposed skin. He exhaled shakily against your mouth, moving his lips to your jaw, your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin and sending bruises blossoming across its surface.
Taking note of every hitch of your breath, every stifled moan into his skin, Matt transformed you into a trembling, whimpering mess with every skilled stroke of his tongue, every graze of his fingertips over your thighs...
When the two of you finally laid tangled in the sheets, chests heaving and skin gleaming with sweat and bruises, Matt’s arms slid around you and tugged you into his side. You could hear the thrumming of his heart, feel every ragged breath as he placed lazy kisses along the hollow of your throat, holding you flush to his body as he smiled into your skin.
“Mmm... not bad, babe,” he teased, and you chuckled, leaning sleepily against him and pressing a tired kiss to his chest. He fished a cigarette from the pocket of his discarded pants, aiming it away from you as he lit up and sucked in a long, slow breath. He exhaled a long puff of smoke, and you wrinkled your nose at the smell, but found yourself too caught up in the afterglow to object.
“Not so bad yourself,” you mumbled, biting back a yawn. Matt chuckled, his lips finding your temple as he ran his fingers through your hair, combing out the tiny knots. He pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth. You could taste ash on his breath.
“Sleep, babe. I’ve got you.”
