You were convinced Tord was somehow made for cuddling.

He had his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, hands splayed across your soft tummy. You were pressed against his chest, him basically squeezing you in your sleep. When you stir during the night, he tightens his hold, securing you against him further so you can’t leave. Not even for a second.

And as the soft morning light began to beam through the windows, your bladder decides it’s time to get up. You stir first.

You let out a lazy sigh, a soft shift of your hips, body dying to stretch its muscles. You glance behind you and see Tord, still fast asleep, eyes glued shut and blonde hair messy in the cutest way.

You wriggle a little, cautious you don’t wake the sleeping Norwegian behind you. But the moment you move more than an inch, his eyes snap open, watching you try to slide out of his arms.

“No,” he whines, tightening his arms around you and bringing you closer to his chest with a tired grumble. Your soft curves only made Tord want to keep you in bed with him longer. Your body was just so supple, so cozy.

“Tord, I need to use the bathr-”

He whined again, squeezing your middle. He really was so clingy in the mornings.

You sigh quietly, desperate to stretch your legs and empty your bladder.

“If you don’t let me get up right now I’ll piss on you,” you threaten.

Tord is silent for a few seconds, and then finally sighs, releasing his grip on you so that you can get up. You jump up, stretching before turning around and giving him a peck on his pouty lips.

“If you stop pouting I’ll come back and wake you up properly,” you tease. His eyes widen at that, and he smiles at you, throwing the sheets off his body.

You giggle at how easy that was before walking to the bathroom, adding a sway to your hips just to tease him more.

“Be quick,” he calls from behind you.

He missed you already.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

When Thompson didn’t say anything you poked his knee to get his attention. You heard him sigh before answering you, his voice muffled by the hat covering his face.

“Sheriffs don’t like flowers.”

You rolled your eyes, picking another dandelion and weaving the yellow flower in amongst the others of your project.

“What do you like then? Guns?” When you were met with silence you poked him again, smiling despite the growl. “Horses?”

“Arrestin’ people who annoy me.”

He knocked his leg against you, hard enough to make you nearly fall over. With a huff you sat back up and shoved his knee away.

“Arrest a lotta people, do you?”

“No, not everyone’s such a giant pain in my ass as — hey!”

You pinched his thigh as hard as you could, crossing your arms and matching his glare when he sat up. You huffed and started to turn away, but he easily slid an arm around your waist and kept you close. He plopped his hat on top of your head, chuckling when you started grumbling and reached up to adjust it so you could see him. Oh, that smile of his would be the end of you one of these days.

“What are ya makin’ there, darlin’?”

You smiled down at your work, fitting one last dandelion in before holding it out for him to see.

“A flower crown.” When he raised his eyebrow you turned so you could gently place it on his head. “There, you look perfect.”

He reached up for it but you slapped his hand away, laughing when he narrowed his eyes at you. You adjusted it so it wasn't crooked, leaning back to admire your work.

“You like flowers?” he asked you.

“Yes, I like these.” You ran your fingers lightly over the yellow flowers on his head. “Dandelions are my favorite flower.”

“Are they?” The arm around your waist tightened and soon you found yourself settled in his lap. “This seems like somethin’ I should remember.”

With a sigh you leaned against his chest, letting your eyes shut as he held you close.

“Only if you want to.”

You felt his hand come up and adjust his hat that was still perched on your head. He moved it enough so that it blocked the sun from your face, brushed a thumb across your cheek and you felt a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before he whispered something you could barely hear as you drifted off.

“I wanna remember everythin’.”

SFW

Tom’s monster form only comes out when he’s triggered by certain things, like when he’s made extremely angry or stressed.

When he feels himself transforming, he either goes to his room to cool down and prevent himself from fully transforming or gets out of the house so he doesn’t hurt anyone.

His s/o is one of the few people he trusts when he’s near/fully in his monster form. When he’s trying to cool down, he sometimes seeks you out because they make him feel better. He’ll lay his head in his partner’s lap, letting them play with his air or rub his back and just rest.

After Tom is captured by the Red Army and works for the army, Red Leader definitely takes advantage of Tom’s monster form and how much damage he can cause in this form. He’ll make Tom a murder machine of sorts and have him kill any enemies that he believes are better dead.

NSFW

When Tom’s in his monster form, everything is a lot bigger. Including those things under the belt.

He gets nervous if his s/o wants to have sex with him when he’s in this form because of how big everything is. At first, he’s very gentle and a little scared. He doesn’t want to hurt them! But once he realizes just how much they like it, he gets more confident. This is also how he finds out he has an undiscovered size kink.

He loves watching his cock disappear into his partners hole. He’s just so big like this, the sight of their tight little hole stretching around him and the sounds they make drive him nuts.

Edd sought you out one fine and sunny morning to help him tidy up the attic, considering that everyone else is out or busy. You’ve liked him for quite a while now, so how could you say no to such an opportune moment? What you didn’t expect was the unconventional contents you’d find in the mess and the sheer mass of them.

You watch as Edd rummages through the piles, seemingly looking for something. He throws items behind him. A few of them being a literal skull, a hamburger, and one of the many photoframes of Matt in a certain angle.

“What are we looking for exactly?”

“I had an old sketchbook I never used. I hid it in the attic for the one day I might use it but then Eduardo and I got powers, we fought, and amidst it all, messed up the attic.”

“What?” You pause. Surely, this must be one elaborate joke he’s setting up. You look up at him to make sure. He looks sincere but ultimately so casual about it like said shenanigans are the norm in their household.

“I know. It’s crazy, right? I mean, why would he drag the attic into it?” Oh, he’s dead serious. You opted to not comment nor reply and instead, simply continued to scavenge alongside him.

An hour has possibly passed and you both have only cleared out one section of the room, yet there’s still no sight of the aforementioned sketchbook. You’re both huddled in the corner, sitting amongst the piles of trinkets and memorabilia in a shared fatigue.

“Wow. We're never finding it.” Edd chokes out a sheepish laugh, slumping. “Sorry for dragging you into this. Seems like I wasted an hour or something in your life.”

Now, this isn't exactly the most appropriate time to be thinking about it, but the sun has descended at a very specific angle that basks him in a warm hue. His cheeks are flushed slightly red and he's got the cutest grin plastered on him right now. It would be criminal if you didn't at least try to cheer him up right now.

“No, definitely not. In fact…” You paw at a random space in piles, pretending to look through them. Edd seems to shuffle closer, hovering and trying to figure out what you're trying to do exactly.

You turn around to face him, holding your empty hand out. “Here, can you hold this?”

He blinks. “There's nothing there.”

“Exactly. I'm offering you a helping hand.”

It's pure silence, before his face twists into genuine amusement. “Pfft.”

“What? No loud ‘Hahaha'? No standing ovation?”

“It was pretty terrible.”

You scoff, feigning offence. “That's a lot coming from you!”

You're about to pull your hand away, but Edd intertwines it with his just in time. You look up immediately with wide eyes as Edd stares back with a soft smile and knowing eyes.

“Don't worry, in jokes, terrible is basically equivalent to perfect. You really know the way into my heart.” Edd snickers, as if that sentence alone didn't make your heart skip beat in milliseconds.

You don't notice how the door to the attic was left slightly ajar, letting the rest of the boys catch a peek of your shared moment before they sneak away.

“Why didn't he ask us for help? We were just out getting gas–” Matt whispers when they're out of earshot.

“Please, he probably wasn't even looking for actual help in the first place.” Tord snorts.

Whether it was luck or suave, strategic planning on Edd's end, the boys couldn't tell, but what they do know is that the sketchbook ‘of utmost importance’ had been long forgotten afterwards, replaced with the comforts of Edd and his presence like it was meant to be.

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TOM (Established relationship)

“Jeez, it’s freezing.” Tom grumbles through gritted teeth, rubbing his hands together like a simple housefly.

It was the first week of December. By cruel coincidence, according to their ‘chore’ rotation at the house, It was Tom’s turn to head out and buy groceries for the entire gang. Tom took the liberty to take his partner with him.

“It’s so you can suffer with me.” He said, dragging you out and towards the nearest grocery market. ‘Nearest’ being at least 30 minutes away by foot due to the fact that the car they share as a group is in repairs. Well, that wouldn’t have been the case if Edd knew how to parallel park.

Tom loathed December, not only for Christmas, but for how inconvenient the weather is. Not even his usual blue hoodie could fight against the raging power of zero-degree weather.

“We could buy you some gloves.” You nodded towards one of the aisles as you both entered the grocery. Tom continues to shove his hands into his pockets, shivering slightly as the cool, air-condition breeze greeted him.

“I had gloves, but Tord hid them.”

“Are you sure it was him?”

“Who else would love to make my life unbearable?” It was a common habit for Tom to blame Tord for any inconvenience in his life– Partly in jest, and other times, in total seriousness– but, truthfully, Tom couldn’t care about who or what has responsibility over his misery right now.

“Well, can you hold this for me? Just for a minute.” You instead asked as you picked out some cans from the shelves while Tom held a basket in his other hand.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

It was warm. Familiar– Like how it would feel to loiter on his bed, wrapping a blanket over his shivering body and relishing in the smell of its cotton. It’s like all sense of crisp chill in his body left the moment he grasped whatever it was he’s holding.

Tom began to furrow his eyebrows together as they circled different aisles. ‘I still need a carton of milk, some bacon but not the brand with the green text–’

You stared at him as he’s deep in his contemplation. It’s been 10 or 15 minutes since you’ve slipped your hand in his. Tom doesn’t even notice how he squeezes it from time to time like a stress ball when he’s trying to recall which specific facial cream Matt asked him to buy at Aisle 7.

This continues even when you’re past the cashier. By the time you’ve reached the doors of the mart, you think Tom still hasn’t noticed until he looks down. Others may mistake that flat, assessing look for indifference or boredom, but you see how the tip of his ears and nose go red, and it’s certainly not from the cold.

“Real smooth of you.” He murmurs.

“I figured it would warm you up.”

You don’t miss how the sides of his lips quirk up, ever so slightly. Then, he gives your hand three squeezes, like a finality that ends the trip on a good note. Even on the walk home, he doesn't let go, and suddenly, the Winter season doesn’t seem so bleak anymore.

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MATT (Established relationship)

“I’m telling you, it has to be that man in a yellow hat! He’s the killer!”

“No way. He was in the kitchen, he has an alibi! It’s gotta be the purple guy.”

Movie nights with Matt were fun, especially if it came with a little bet. Thursday nights are often reserved for Mysteries and Thrillers where the both of you were snuggled, sides pressed together on the couch with the typical bowl of popcorn in one hand and some drinks on the other.

“--Oh! Okay, if I’m right, you have to hold my hand!”

“Well, I propose… that–” Matt says slowly, looking around the room as if scouting for some kind of leverage to use on you. You can see the exact moment the invisible light-bulb above his head lights up.

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” You snort.

“It’s supposed to be a consequence. If you win, then.. Well, I’m at your mercy!”

Matt glances at the bottom right, eyeing the remaining time left for the movie. They were already 30 minutes in and every second felt excruciatingly painful on his end. At some point, Matt simply stopped paying attention for good, opting to daydream about how good it would feel once he gets to clasp his hands onto your own.

“Come on, Matt. You lost.” You say, shifting around to face him.

The movie was decent, mayhaps, a little predictable on your end as the Purple guy ended up being the culprit. Matt spent at least a good 5 minutes gawking at the credits before waving his arms around, trying to come up with some flimsy arguments as to why the movie was wrong and that he totally won–

“Nonsense. Honestly, I think I was a little misguided that’s all, and besides, I had pretty good suspicions and intuition, it just so happen to be slightly misplaced–”

“Hey, can you hold this for me?”

You let him continue his tangent– After all, he has a fairly lovely voice– but primarily do so to catch him by surprise. It was the one thing everyone in the group knew about Matt: When he’s focused and totally zoned in, he lacks awareness for anything else, as if tunnel visioning with fervent passion.

“Yes, of course–” He holds his hand out, “Anyway, back to what I was saying…”

“I was hoping you’d do that!” He laughs, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I knew it. You would never have passed on an opportunity to hold my hand.”

You put your hand on his, giving it a slight squeeze and it’s as if you’ve snapped him out of a trance. Matt blinks once, then twice, before his expression breaks into one equivalent of pure glee. His grin stretches wide, as he tugs you closer.

Matt moves your arm closer before pressing a firm peck on the back of your hand, all while staring into your eyes with an easy confidence screaming that he knows you don’t mean it. He may not be a super sleuth of some kind, but he certainly knows how to navigate the mysteries of your own heart like breathing.

It wasn’t exactly hard to find out he had biting kink.

He already has a habit of nipping you or grazing his teeth along your neck just to tease you.

The kink fully comes out one night when he’s feeling jealous. You two were at a pub with the other guys and a guy sitting close to you was being a little overly friendly to you. When Tord finally got you home, he was all over you, pulling at your clothing and pushing you towards the bed, desperate to remind you that you were his. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he really does, but that possessive side was awakened watching you give your attention to that guy when all your attention should’ve been on him.

When he grazes his teeth against the side of your neck and bites down, aiming to leave a mark, the noise you make drives him insane.

Your hands shook a little as you stared into your bathroom mirror, breathing deeply to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were trying so hard to stay calm, to feel comfortable and even a little excited, but it just wasn’t coming to you. All you felt was sick, anxious beyond belief.

Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Matt to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship. But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… you still hadn’t gotten to the next stage yet.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him that way; of course, you did. You adored him and he adored you, and he was the most wonderful man you had ever laid eyes on, but that was exactly the problem. He was just too wonderful for you.

That’s what the voice in the back of your head screamed at you, at least. How on earth he found you attractive, you would never understand. It felt like every time you went out in public and were seen with him, you could feel people’s stares on you. You knew exactly what they would say and what they were thinking.

Not good enough.

Too fat.

Ugly.

Like a whale.

He could do so much better.

And who’s to say they were wrong. The thoughts plagued your mind constantly and made intimacy incredibly difficult for you.

But tonight, you wanted it to be the night. You knew Matt wanted you, wanted to be with you in every sense of the phrase and you so desperately wanted to give him that.

But now here you were, locked in your bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror in the lingerie you had bought to surprise him specially. It was beautiful, a fitted and corseted bodysuit with stunning purple lace and white embroidered roses along the cups of the bra and down your torso. The bottom mesh was a perfectly fitted thong, and suspender clips hung from the seam, attached to some very basic purple sheer stockings up to your mid-thigh.

But you hated it. It was beautiful, but you weren’t so sure about it now that Matt was waiting in your bedroom and seemingly unaware of what you had planned. You’d simply told him you were going to get ready for bed and slipped into the bathroom, where you’d already prepared the outfit.

You’d perhaps been in there just a little too long, losing track of time as you stared at yourself whilst your inner monologue gave you a pep-talk.

Three light knocks on the door were enough to wake you from your little trance as Matt’s voice filtered through the wood.

“Uh, darling? Are you quite alright in there?” he asked, concerned and pressing his ear up to the door.

You didn’t answer right away, you couldn’t. You were stunned into silence and really not sure what you were going to do in this situation… but no, you wanted to be brave. You wanted to be with him, to face your fears and just pray that he found you attractive in the same way you did him.

“Uh, y-yeah…” you voice shook. Even to your own ears, you didn’t sound right.

“Are you sure?” he asked, insistent. “Can you let me in?” he asked, trying the door handle a little. You quickly whipped your long bathrobe from the back of the door where it always hung, and slipped into it, covering your lingerie with only your feet in your stockings poking out. Once covered head to toe, you let him in, hugging yourself tight as you sat on the closed toilet lid.

“What is it, sweetheart? Are you sick?” he asked, concern on his gorgeous face as he knelt in front of you, placing the back of his palm to your forehead to check your temperature. You just shook your head a little, biting your lip. You were too embarrassed, felt too silly to tell him what had actually kept you in the bathroom for so long.

“What is it, hmm?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked down at yourself, the way you were wrapped up and suddenly, you felt a wash of emotion overcoming you.

Tears stung your eyes and threatened to fall, and you could barely look him in the eye as you clutched the material of your robe.

“I-I… I just wanted to surprise you…” your voice cracked, a tear falling down without permission. Of course, he saw, and his concern only grew.

“Honey, what is it? Surprise me how?” he asked, wiping the tear away with his thumb.

“I-I b-bought… a pretty… set and I… I don’t feel pretty in it… I wanted tonight to be so… s-special,” you sobbed, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Matt’s heart broke for you, but he still wasn’t entirely sure what you were getting at. At least, not until he looked you over and noticed the sheer purple of the stocking you were wearing underneath the robe.

Suddenly it made sense. You wanted tonight to be special… a pretty set… you didn’t feel pretty… he understood what you were trying to say.

“Hey, darling… look at me, please?” he soothed, gently tilting your chin to bring your eyes to meet his. “Whatever you’ve got on underneath this robe, I know you’re going to look beautiful. You do in anything you wear. But there’s no rush, okay? If you’re not ready, nothing has to happen until you are. I’m just happy being with you.”

His words only made you sob harder, such a sweet and understanding man.

“B-but I am ready, Matt… I want you, and I want you to want me I just feel so… so… fat,” you practically cried, bowing your head and burying your face in your hands to hide the blush that crept up onto it. Matt’s heart ached to see you this way, so insecure and upset.

“Sweetheart, no… no, no, no… come here,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, drawing your body close to his in a tight hug. “Why do a few extra pounds have to be a bad thing? Why do you think that would make me decide I wasn’t attracted to you, hm?”

You couldn’t respond, just letting the tears fall softly, staining his shoulder.

“Love, I adore you. I think you’re beautiful, and believe me, I… I really do… want you.” He got a little shy then, the two of you never having spoken of the subject before, happy to just let it slide for the first two months together. This was far from the confident man he usually portrayed himself as.

You sat yourself up from cuddling into him, taking a deep breath and looking down at your hands in your lap, blinking away the tears.

“You do?” you asked sheepishly, still afraid he was just being polite.

“So much, I just… I figured you wanted to wait, and I’m okay with that so I never pushed you. I thought you’d have your reasons, and I was right. But if you want me, my love…” He gently placed the tip of his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “you can have me.”

You bit your lip a little, your eyes wandering down to look at his lips, so perfect and soft. Kissing him was like a dream every single time, and when his lips moved to connect with yours again, the tension you were holding in your shoulders simply melted away.

He held your cheek, caressing his thumb over the flush that had risen to the surface and your lips started to move in sync, perfectly matched up with one another. He pulled away and smiled softly, standing up and pulling you with your hands too, guiding you back over to the mirror.

“You see this?” he says, standing behind you, looking at your reflection. “Beautiful. Every single inch. Every stretch mark. Every roll. All the cellulite. You are beautiful, from here,” he tapped the top of your head, “to here,” he tapped his toes against yours. “And darling, the thought of getting to be with you, to see you in all your beauty, dressed up in this,” he pulled the edge of the robe, exposing your shoulder just enough so that one side of the bodysuit became exposed, “or completely on display for me… It drives me absolutely insane.”

Your heart rate quickened when he pulled the edge of the robe, so careful not to go too far, to push you into what you didn’t want. He was slow, methodical, and you could see the way his eyes darkened as he looked you over in your reflection.

He pressed some feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hands slowly and carefully pulling on the robe against you to expose more of the stunning set you had on for him. His lips stayed attached to your shoulder, but his eyes were watching you in the mirror, watching the way you relaxed your arms to let the robe fall and pool around your feet.

And then his hands were on your waist, his body moving closer to yours as his lips travelled up your neck.

“My love,” he muttered against your neck, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across the expanse of exposed skin.

“Matt?” you asked, wanting his full attention. His eyes lifted to look at you again, his lips hovering over your neck.

“Hm?” he hummed. You turned around in his grasp, his arms naturally finding purchase on your waist and pulling you against him. You leaned into him, lips merely millimeters from his.

“Take me to bed…” You spoke so softly, and Matt’s lips spread to form the prettiest smile, the most endearing happiness in his eyes as his hands dropped to yours, linking your fingers together. He walked backwards, guiding you with him — the robe long forgotten along with your insecurity —and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he stopped, sitting on the edge.

His eyes drifted over your body, from head to toe, taking in every square inch he could lay his eyes on and admiring just how beautiful you looked all dressed up for him. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world.

He reached for your waist again, pulling you to stand between his knees and encouraging you to bend down to kiss him, which of course you could never resist.

You ran your fingers through his hair and planted your lips to his so softly, feeling the way he took a deep breath in and slowly released it in absolute bliss. The way you moulded together felt like it was meant to be, like two magnets attracted each other, unable to resist the polarity.

You let your hands run down to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and pulling it from where it was tucked into the hem of his trousers. Without hesitation, you slipped your hands under the shirt at his shoulders and guided it off him, his chest on full display.

Upon instinct, you brought your knee up to the outside of his thigh, leaning yourself on the mattress without once ever disconnecting your lips. Matt shuffled backwards, allowing you the room to push yourself up to straddle his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

Already, Matt was growing hotter, his heart racing, his pants tightening. Here he was, with the most beautiful woman in the most beautiful lingerie at his fingertips, and the both of you swimming in a sea of passion and adoration. He’d wanted this for just as long as you had, fantasised about what you might look like completely bare for him, engulfed in lust and need.

He shuffled back just a little more, leaving enough room to be able to remove his trousers, kicking them off and resuming your kiss. He let his hands trail patterns against the embroidery on the bodysuit, lightly tracing each flower as his kisses traveled down to your neck, your collarbone, all the way to the edge of the bra cups that held your breasts together. His fingers played with the straps, teasing taking them down for a few moments before he did just that, letting you remove your arms from them as he pulled the bodysuit down just enough to let your breasts spill out.

Like a man possessed, his lips immediately were on you, kissing the flesh and suckling at your nipple while his hands supported the rest. He loved how you felt, loved how pillowy soft you were. He shut his eyes and lost himself, completely overcome with the need to worship you this way, and you couldn’t help but watch him with your lips parted, little whines and whimpers falling effortlessly from them.

He just could not get enough of you, no matter how much of you there was to enjoy.

“M-Matt?” you called to him as your hips started to move involuntarily against him. You could feel just how hard he was below you, straining against his underwear and without thinking you just couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against it. You needed him, it had been too long, and you had waited patiently too long. You both needed this. Now.

He looked up at you, coming up for air as he whispered, “I’m here, love. I’m here…” His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding them against him as you pushed your lips to his in a far more desperate and messy kiss, both of you so far into this intense lust that you couldn’t hold yourself back.

He guided you to swivel, to climb off him and onto your back up against the pillows and he crawled on his knees over you. Neither of you came away from the kiss still, your tongues too entranced in their dance to be separated now.

He held your thighs up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he hovered above you, holding you there as he pushed his hips against the mesh of your bodysuit. His fingers toyed with the suspender clips, snapping them open and feeling the softness of your upper thigh.

For a moment, he sat up on his knees, his hands now resting on your own knees and just marvelled at you, lying there for him in something so exquisite. But he needed you as much as you needed him, the hardness of his length becoming quite uncomfortable with little to no stimulation.

He focused his touch on one thigh, gripping the edge of the stocking and slowly dragging it down whilst he leaned over your legs to pepper kisses to the newly exposed skin, moving his lips to chase the seam until it was cast aside, and he could replicate the display on your other leg. The care he took, the way he pressed such glorious open-mouthed kisses to your skin had your patience wearing thinner and thinner, getting more and more desperate with each kiss.

You sat up with him to kiss him once more, with all the heat and urgency you had coursing through your veins. Your hands were fumbling with the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down his hips with far less patience than he had had for your stockings. But you just couldn’t help it. Here was one of the most wonderful men you had ever had the pleasure of being around, and he wanted to be with you in this way. IYou needed him.

He took over when the material hit his knees, lifting each one by one to shuffle out of them further and kick them off whilst you worked on pushing the already half-rolled down body suit down to your hips, but that’s when he stopped you.

“May I?” he asked, so sweetly and gently, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked down at you, lips parted and breathless. You let go of the material to cup his cheeks, nodding as you leaned in to him once more. But he wanted to watch as he undressed you.

He guided you back onto your back, your hands around the back of his head playing with the hairs at the base of his neck as you took some deep breaths. You weren’t nervous anymore, just trying your best to stay calm and not rush things. You could tell he wanted to savour this, to really enjoy every moment of your first time together.

He sat back on his knees again, gripping the rolled material and slowly, he pulled it further and further down to expose your tummy first of all. He had never admitted it to you, but this might have been his favourite part of your beautiful body. The cuddles he could have with you were some of the softest, and the way you felt under his touch and how you looked when you wore certain clothes that accentuated each curve were just heaven.

He glided his fingertips from between your breasts, down over the softness of your tummy, pressing down to see the way they sank into your flesh a little. He was mesmerised by you, using his hands to play with your tummy, moulding it like dough just because it felt so nice…

But soon, he resumed his previous task and began to drag the bodysuit further down your body, until he was dragging the material from your feet and leaving you completely uncovered.

He pounced on you then, hungry and eager to feel you, to press himself against you just to know how it felt. His lips found yours and your legs parted for him to situate himself between comfortably. You could feel the way his length pressed against you, and you realised you hadn’t even seen him yet, too focused on feelings and too overcome with the need to have him inside you. Now you could feel him, you realised just how large he was and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through you, pooling between your legs and coating him in warm delight.

He moaned against your lips, his hips rutting against you a few times, hands grabbing at your bulging waistline.

“M-Matt, please, need you… wanna feel you,” you begged, forcing eye contact with him as he hovered above you.

“Of course, love, need you ready though…” he breathed in his deepest octave, dropping from the usual resonance you were used to in his lustful haze. His hand slipped between the two of you, two fingers sliding through the wetness of your folds and slowly but easily pushing into you.

You moaned at the contact, finally able to feel something where you needed it. He moved them in and out of you a few times, curling them slowly to reach the most sensitive areas before dragging them out again and using the very same hand to coat his cock in your wetness.

He lined himself up, pushed the underside of your thigh up for a better angle, and started to sink into you, stretching and filling you so wonderfully you were sure he was simply made for you. He grit his teeth together as he did so, his lips curling back to expose them as his eyes were diverted to watch himself become sheathed inside you. It drove him absolutely wild, and before long his hips began to roll against you.

“Perfect… so perfect,” he mumbled, his forehead dipping to rest against the softness of your breast to support himself enough as he floated into a state of hypnosis, hips moving of their own accord and never losing rhythm, rolling and using the perfect angle to really dive into you as far as the position would allow him.

You moaned his name, fingers in his hair yet again to keep yourself steady in the moment. The way he filled you was simply divine, and how he managed to press every button inside you was simply a mystery that no other man had even dreamt of solving. Yet here he was – your perfect man – making you feel things only you had ever been able to give yourself before.

“You’re perfect, love... so perfect for me, so good for me… doing so well,” he mumbled over and over again against your breast between light and open-mouthed kisses. He was truly lost in pleasure, lost in how amazing you were making each other feel.

He spewed a constant string of praises despite him doing most of the work, his adoration for you pouring out of him.

“Matt, sweetie, look at me,” you panted, pulling lightly at his hair to bring him back to hovering above you, his eyes hooded and dark, watching you carefully. His hips slowed, but not to a complete stop, still mindlessly rolling against you. “I love you…” you uttered, breathy and gravelling, thick with pleasure.

His lips twitched into a smirk, then spread into a wide grin and a chuckle. “I love you too, honey…”

“Thank you for… mmm, thank you for m-making me… oh, fuck, making me feel beautiful,” you said between moans as his hips starts to roll against yours at a faster pace again, still hitting the right spots so perfectly.

“You are beautiful, my love. So, so… beautiful,” he grunted, fighting the urge to go faster, harder. But you most certainly wanted him to.

“M-more, Matt. Please…” you asked, and immediately he groaned and let go of his own restrictions. His pace quickened, thrusts became far harsher as he lost himself. This new pace was exhilarating, and you could feel that same pleasure from before building and building.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, crying out at the way he made you feel. Your headboard banged harshly against the wall with each thrust from the sheer power of his hips.

“Fuck, love…” he growled, using one hand to steady himself on the headboard above you and the other to snake between you both, somehow co-ordinating his fingers to his thrusts as he circled your clit.

This new pleasure, this new sensation sent further shockwaves through your body and it simply didn’t take long for you to get to the edge, desperately trying to hold off and prolong the feeling for a more intense climax.

Matt could feel the way you clenched around him, the way your fingers tightened in his hair and all your muscles tensed and he knew you were close.

“That’s it, honey. Cum for me, it’s okay. Cum, feel good. Just let go,” he repeated himself, praising you over and over which finally drove you over the edge.

It hit you like a freight train, like you could feel yourself being catapulted through the air and flying on cloud nine while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. Your release squirted from your pussy with every outward thrust Matt made, your cum coating his entire cock and pelvis and the inside of your thighs, finding its way to the blankets below you.

Matt’s hips slowed just marginally, but his fingers still remained on your clit and both feelings guided you through it. It was far more intense than any orgasm another man had ever given you, and you weren’t even aware that you could squirt, let alone this much. But the combination of his ministrations, his thrusts, his praise and simply him were enough to bring it out of you.

You truly felt like you were floating when you came back down, spaced out and barely coherent. You could hear Matt grunting as he continued to fuck into you, now using the hand from between your legs to grip your hip again, using how your flesh felt in his hands to get him closer and closer to his own edge.

The blend of this, the added arousal from watching and feeling you squirt and the way you throbbed in the afterglow of your orgasm sent him spiralling, warm strings of cum shooting from his cock deep inside you. He filled you with it, his own orgasm so intense that his grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into you, totally spent.

The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, out of breath and lost in post-coital bliss until eventually, Matt moved from between your legs to dump his body next to yours, resting his head on the softness of your breast.

“I…I wanted that for so long,” he admitted, chuckling to himself and still out of breath. You couldn’t muster any words back just yet, simply giggling and letting him bask in the afterglow. “You’re so beautiful, I love you.”

“I love you too, Matt… Shit, y-you… you made me feel like… a queen,” you panted, smiling.

“Good. That’s exactly what you are,” he reminded you, turning onto his side fully now and looking down at you, resting on his elbow. “My queen.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed in affirmation, and he leaned down to kiss your lips again, softer than the last time he had.

Never had you felt more loved, more gorgeous, than you did with that man. You had been so self-conscious in the beginning, so terrified of what others would think of you.