A/N: This could be seen as a continuation of my last post, or just a general post. It's not dire that you read that one before this one, just thought I should let you know. Enjoy ;)

Genre: suggestive fluff?? I guess...😳

Warnings: Makeout session ...-ish.

Pairings: Big Matthew/Reader

PART 2 IS IN THE WORKS.

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Matthew was sat comfortably on the sofa under your weight. Both is his hands resting on your waist as he looks up at you.

You could have sworn you guys were having a really interesting conversation before..but you don't exactly know where that conversation went. Or what it was even about. It seemed to have evaporated into thin air when Matthew first glanced up at you with those eyes of his.

The air was thick with silence, you weren't sure what to do. As much as you wanted to relieve some of the tension, you couldn't seem to draw yourself away from his heavy gaze, weren't sure what to do when his eyes finally shifted from yours, scanning slowly over your body that sat comfortably on his lap, and back up, only to catch your eyes again. It was getting hard to keep your nerves at bay.

Your body jumped in shock when you felt him suddenly offer a squeeze to your hips, hands gliding down to rub the outside of your thighs afterwards. He smirked sexily at your reaction, eyes having never left your own, and that's when you lost your composure.

Blood rushed frantically into your cheeks and ears, and you couldn't bring yourself to look up from your fingers. They play with the hem of the big sweater your wearing, well, practically drowning, in. It was his, of course, and the already lingering scent of him from when he's worn it in the past, mixed with the similar smell of Matthew himself as he sat beneath you was almost intoxicating.

Seconds pass and nothing is said. Matthew's hands are still on your thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs through your tights. He made no other move than this, however. It was as if he was waiting for you to initiate something.

"Um..Matt.." Your voice came out meek, not quite how you had pictured.

"Hm?" He hummed, not even the slightest muscle moving in his face. Though, his thumbs did pause their torment on your sensitive thighs. You noticed the very slightly-intensified rise and fall of his chest as he breathed quietly.

"Is everything oka-" Before you could even voice your concern, his body bent lower, lips stopping yours in their tracks.

You inhaled sharply in surprise, but wasted no time in melting into the kiss. It was almost instinct for your arms to reach up and wrap around his neck. Your fingertips, that just barely peeked out of the sweater sleeves, played with the blunt hair at the back of your boyfriend's neck.

This continues for a few minutes. Soft, innocent kisses that have just the perfect mix of sweetness and passion in them. You're falling into a trance, the setting around you disappearing as it turns into just you and Matthew. You only feel Matthew. Nothing else exists.

That was until you felt the first nibble on your bottom lip. With this, your eyes snapped open, quickly becoming a flustered mess. You giggled nervously, hiding your face in Matt's shoulder. His deep chuckle resonated through his chest; you can feel his breath fan lightly over your neck.

"Look at me, princess.." he whispers gruffly, attempting to lean back to look at you. You just whine, burying yourself further into him.

"No no.." he chimes, and you couldn't even blink before he picked you up as if you were but a leaf, lying you on the couch beneath him. You, not having anywhere to hide, could only turn your head to avoid his eyes. However this solution was short lived, as you felt yourself become liquid once his thumb and forefinger guided your chin back up, forcing you to look at him.

"I said look at me~"

You could hear the sternness in his gentle voice, swallowing thickly the lump in your throat. You could feel the waves of heat crashing from all directions on your body. You could smell the scent of his clogne getting stronger as your senses heightened. You could see the way the muscles in his biceps flexed as he used them to hover above your frail body.

All of your senses were flooded, except for one. And you weren't sure if you were ready for that fifth sense to be stimulated.

Sure, you and Matthew had kissed before. Some more passionate than others. But.. you've never...made out with anyone before. You found it silly and childlike, but Matthew always reassured you it wasn't that big a deal. That when it happens it happens. That rushing it is a pointless chase.

But now you kind of regret listening to that advice, seeing as now, you have no idea what you're doing. Yes, you've seen it in movies or whatever but you knew better than to believe what you see in those. They always made it seem that this would be easy going, a smooth interaction that will just...happen with no worries.

Obviously untrue. Because now as you are in the situation, your mind is blank. Almost as if you've forgotten how to kiss in general. You're not sure what to do with your hands. Which side should you tilt your head when he leans in again? Should you take the lead, or let him keep control? What if you make a stupid mistake and clash your teeth or something? What if he laughs at you because you make a silly mistake and he never wants to do this again.

Questions and worries run laps around your head, making you more light headed than you already were. Your shaking hands grip the cushions beneath you as you feel Matthew's body heat surrounded your own frame. Small and fragile compared to his. It made your body hotter than it already was.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Matthew spoke softly, a gentle smile gracing his perfect lips. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, that softer side of his paying a brief visit.

You couldn't answer, lips quivering, tingling in prolonged anticipation. You looked up at him with big, doe eyes, flicking your gaze from his orbs, to his lips, and back again repeatedly. He seemed to have read your mind somehow, because his smile brightened and his thumb moved to brush along your jaw comfortingly. You flinched at the sudden contact to your sensitive skin, but quickly leaned into it, your body beginning to crave any form of your boyfriends touch.

"Stop worrying, babygirl. I've got you. I won't do anything you don't want me to. We can start slow." He spoke with such a caring tone, you were practically melting more and more into the sofa cushions by the second. You could do nothing but nod dumbly, reaching up to curl your fingers in Matthew's t-shirt.

He smiled at your actions, calling you cute before quickly crashing his lips into yours once more.

As promised, he started off slow. Just like you agreed to. Except...it was almost...too slow. After the first kiss, his lips barely touched yours for the following ones. You were almost convinced he was trying to tickle your lips at this point. His breath fanned over your face, and by the shit-eating smirk stealing his lips, occasionally, you could tell he knew he was being a tease. You didn't like it.

"Matthewwww.." you whined, covering your face after what seemed like the third smirk within the last seven minutes.

"Aww, my embarrassed baby. I thought you wanted me to go slow, no? I mean, I can go a little faster if you'd like, but are you sure you can handle that, baby?" He asked with such a smug voice you could have hit him right then and there...lucky for him your hands were too busy clinging for dear life onto his shirt.

"Stop teasing me." You pouted, earning a loud chuckle from the man above you, his head hanging down as he laughed. You only pouted harder. Finally he looked up at you, amusement still evident in his gleaming eyes. He leans closer, suddenly, towards your ear, nipping it with his teeth so quickly you could barely feel it, before whispering softly, sweetly.