#Matty Healy fanfiction
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Teenage Dream
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight <3
Contains: Drive Like I Do!Matty, slightly subby Matty, first times, young love đĽ˛, dry humping, hair pulling, Matty being a down bad dork, giggly little mishaps, guided fingering, unsubtle dirty talk, protected penetrative sex, hand-holding during sex, Matty fighting for his life not to cum, first L word
Fem! Reader
WC: ~7.8k
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2007ish: Completely inexperienced but so eager, Matty and his girlfriend have their first time
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Matty can hardly shut the door before your hands are on him, youâre all over him in every sense of the term. You crush your lips to his, making him stumble slightly from the force of your kiss. He smiles against your mouth at your impatience, his chuckle swallowed by the eager locking of your lips. You feel your head swim, almost dizzy at the passion being exchanged as trembling hands reach for everything they can touch, itâs almost like your brain is dripping down your spine. Mattyâs fingers knot into your hair as he walks you backward until youâre pressed against his front door. You can practically feel his adrenaline thrumming in his veins, rushing to his every nerve as he licks into your mouth with fervor. Heâs still brimming with the rush from his gig, and youâre reeling from the memory of watching him perform. Itâs honestly a miracle youâd made it inside his house at all considering the frenzied heat burning you both up from the inside, the flames fanned by the knowledge of whatâs planned for the night. Every kiss is sealed with the promise of more.
You can feel the heat radiating off of Mattyâs body as he keeps you trapped between his lanky frame and the door, your teeth slightly clashing with his from the intensity of the kiss. He pulls away to catch his breath, panting hot fans of air over your lips as he grins at you widely, toothily.Â
âWhat?â you prompt, breathless, pursing your lips playfully.
Matty swallows thickly, seemingly frozen for a moment as his eyes search your face, quietly observing your touseled hair, swollen lips, cheeks tinged a lovely shade of pink: his new favorite shade of pink. He shakes his head, his thick, dark (and messily side-parted) hair swaying.Â
âNothing, nothing. Sorry. I justââ he pauses, glancing away for a moment like your stare is burning a hole into him, âI dunno⌠you look very pretty tonight.â
Something sparks in you at that, the realization that Matty, your Matty, was getting a little shy, trying to hide it by looking everywhere but at you. When he finally glances back, finding you a little awestruck, he just smiles fondly, his lips almost a little wobbly. He makes a surprised noise as you pull him by the collar of his shirt into another heated kiss, his hands pawing down your back to hastily grasp the curve of your ass through your jeans. He presses himself impossibly closer to you, his hips flush against yours as excitement thickens the air around you. A tingly shiver rushes through you, leaving blooming warmth in its wake as you feel the tenting in his pants protruding against you. Matty pulls away from your mouth, beginning to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. You can feel the sound of a low groan rumbling through his chest as he licks a stripe from your collarbones to your jawline.
His hips make a sudden, reflexive jump forward as you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging just enough to draw a wanton moan from his lips. Matty chokes, a new, fizzling sensation arising in him as he realizes just how damn good that felt. Tentatively, he tries again, rolling his hips into you and immediately cursing under his breath at the feeling. Your eyes go wide as the seam of your jeans catches on you just right while he begins to mindlessly search for friction against you. You let out mirrored, breathy moans as Matty lifts his head from the crook of your neck, the both of you staring at each other in awe of your little discovery, sparks flying like stray shooting stars. His gentle, dark eyes twinkle as he watches your expression closely, kiss-bitten lips parted and shining.Â
âO-oh shit,â he murmurs, his eyes rolling back slightly as he continues to grind into you.Â
The friction is dizzying as you begin to rock into him, matching his slightly stuttered rhythm as you sigh out, giving his dark tresses another pull with the fingers intertwined in his hair. Matty reaches for your thighs, grasping at the back of them pointedly to get your attention. Heâd seen it in a music video before, one that his mother wouldnât approve of him watching on late-night MTV. The girl had jumped up to straddle the guy's waist while they kissed passionately against the wall. That little scene had been nestled in his mind ever since he saw it, he was frankly a little obsessed with it. How hard could it be to replicate? âStraddle me,â he pants, his greedy fingertips digging into the denim of your jeans.Â
âWhat? How?â you whisper, feeling almost lightheaded at the suggestion.Â
âJust- erm⌠jump, Iâll catch you, yeah?âÂ
You just laugh, shaking your head with a bit of uncertainty, but Matty seems anything but uncertain. He stares back at you with determined eyes, his hands twitching like theyâre ready to hold your weight up at any moment. With nothing to lose (except your tailbone in one piece), you jump and wrap your legs around Mattyâs slender hips with a squeak. His eyes go wide as he wobbles slightly, but his hands firmly grasp your thighs to keep you upright, seeming absolutely petrified at the idea of dropping you. Your eyes lock and you share a triumphant, breathy laugh while you place your hands around his neck, Matty beaming at you boyishly.Â
Heat prickles at your cheeks as you realize just how much more distinctly you can feel him through his skinny jeans in this position. Experimentally, you rock your hips forward, relishing in the way Mattyâs mouth drops with a gasp, his brows drawing together tightly. His head bows forward, his forehead dropping to your shoulder with a resounding âfuckâ, the pressure in his pants only getting achier. You can feel him twitch beneath the measly layers of fabric.Â
Within only seconds, youâre both eagerly moving against each other, gasping as the heat between you gets more intense with every needy roll of your hips. Matty whines, his face buried in the crook of your neck amidst the frenzied chase for sensation, he could swear heâs never been so hot and bothered. Neither of you is thinking, you let your bodies speak everything your hazy minds could never express. Youâve never felt so insatiable in your whole life. Hot, liquid need is corroding you, itâs building to new heights, itâsâ
 Suddenly, Mattyâs whole body tenses against you, a strangled noise tearing through him that sparks a flutter between your thighs. He presses his hips forward hard as if trying to pin you against the door with his body so tightly that you wouldnât move, his blunt fingernails biting into your skin through your pants. Your eyes go wide at the way your boyfriend has just about seized up, your body going stagnant against his.
âWait-wait, fuck, just slow down a second, I-Iâm actually gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that. Fucking hell,â he rambles, barely able to get the words out as he gasps for breath, utterly flushed.
The revelation washes over you like an electrifying wave, your lips parting with surprise. The knowledge that heâd almost creamed his skinny jeans just from some kissing and grinding makes you feel almost⌠powerful. Pride warmly simmers in your chest as you gently pet his hair, watching him with a bit of fascination.
Matty desperately clutches at your thighs, his breath hot and heavy against your neck as he wills his body to get back under his control. Heâs internally cursing himself for getting so carried away, almost letting this end before it had even begun. He mutters out a breathless apology, his soft lips grazing your skin. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât suppressing a giggle at the moment, forcing your lips not to crack with a smile.Â
âFuck me! Youâre a menace,â Matty groans, biting at your shoulder in retaliation.Â
âWhat is wrong with you!?â you protest, giggling as he lightly sinks his teeth into your skin, grinning while he does it. Youâd argue that if anyoneâs a menace, itâs him.Â
He soothes over the mark he left with his tongue, finally loosening his vice grip on your legs now that heâs not seconds away from embarrassing himself. Matty lifts his head up, gently pressing his forehead to yours, gazing at you quietly while you toy with his hair, rendering his brain practically useless with how nice it feels. His eyes are searching yours, staring back at you with pupils so blown, his eyes look almost black.
âDo you wanna go up to your room?â you whisper, the implications making Mattyâs breath catch in his throat.
He doesnât even let the question hang in the air for an entire second before he replies, practically tripping over his words. âYeah. Yes, absolutely,â he says, his voice cracking slightly as he tries to contain his excitement.Â
You smile at him, ruffling his hair just to watch him keen into your palm. Matty slowly eases you back down onto your wobbly legs. He snickers at the way your knees buckle slightly, earning him a smack on the arm as you start to chase him up the stairs, bounding your way to his bedroom as fast as your legs can carry you while his loud laugh echoes through the empty house.Â
Once you reach his door, Matty insists that you let him go inside first to set things up. You snort at the way he opens the door just wide enough for him to shimmy through the slim crack, not wanting you to see his room unprepared. You shake your head at his pure, unbridled dorkiness, but really, you canât ignore the way it affects you to know how much he cares. Many boys your age would have already finished up with you in their dingy room after a sloppy affair of shallow thrusts and a faked orgasm on a bed with no sheets.Â
What you canât see beyond the door is Matty fishing in his pockets for his lighter after setting out candles heâs âborrowedâ from his motherâs bathroom. Heâd picked up a few small, unscented candles from the ledge of her bathtub, wrinkling his nose at the intense, unsexy aroma of jasmine and mahogany ones they were surrounded by. Matty carefully lights each of the scattered candles, trying his hardest to control the slight nervous quiver in his hands. He nods, satisfied at the way the amber glow hazily paints his walls (girls dig stuff like that, right?).Â
He watched the gentle flickering of the flames for a moment, making sure nothing was going to catch fire before he moved to his next task, reaching into one of his cluttered drawers for a CD heâd burned for the occasion. He thought itâd be far too cliche to actually write âsex playlistâ on the disc, instead opting for the more tasteful scribble of your initials put together. Heâd spent hours trying to compile the perfect list of songs to soundtrack an intimate moment, getting a little lost in imagining how your gasps of pleasure would intertwine with the music.
Matty grins to himself as he glances around the room, everything set in place how heâd imagined it, perfectly organized teenage boy chaos. Heâd even made his bed for once, flannel sheets tucked back and smoothed the best that he could.
Just as he was about to open the door, a particular piece of wall decor caught his eye: a magazine cutout of a topless model glaring from the corner of his room. He gives the nameless model a once-over, hesitating for a moment before crossing the room and tearing it off of the wall, the scotch tape flaking away bits of paint. It felt cool at the time, very cool. But now heâs pretty sure heâd rather fling himself from the window than let you see it, god forbid compare yourself to it.Â
A soft grunge song plays quietly in the background as Matty swings the door open, arching his eyebrows at you boyishly. You roll your eyes and push past him, admiring how unusually in order his bedroom is, grateful to not be slipping on a t-shirt strewn on the floor as you cross the room to his bed. As you take a seat on the edge of it, Matty trails behind you, watching with a love-struck, dorky smile pulling at his lips. He almost trips over his feet to sit down next to you when you motion for him to come, curling a finger in his direction. Matty kicks off his beat-up sneakers and slips his graphic t-shirt over his head on the way, revealing his lean torso. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel the same giddiness bubbling inside you, unable to suppress a fond smile as the bed dips under his weight.Â
âCute candles,â you whisper, drawing him closer, âare they for me?â âNah, I have them out all the time. Itâs kinda a new thing Iâmââ
You stop him mid sarcastic quip by pressing your lips to his (with no protests from Matty). Between exchanges of sweet kisses, Matty reaches out for the hem of your shirt, his eyes searching your face as he waits for your permission, his breath bated. You nod at him, watching as he shudders with excitement, bursting at the seams. He pulls the fabric upwards while biting his lower lip raw, ogling you as more and more of your soft skin is exposed to him.Â
Mattyâs eyes nearly pop out of his head as he spots the lace of your bra, revealed to match your panties as you squirm out of your jeans, letting them crumple to the floor in a heap. He swiftly lifts your shirt the rest of the way off, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. His Adamâs apple bobs with a thick swallow.Â
âFuck,â he mutters.Â
His brain might as well be short-circuiting, his hands frozen in place, hovering by your sides as he shamelessly stares at the way your breasts look, snug in the intricately patterned lace, the heart locket heâd saved up to get you for your birthday sitting perfectly between them. Your heart thrums against your ribs as you watch his hungry eyes rove over you, heat simmering at your cheeks as you wait for him to do something, anything. The silence from the normally motor-mouthed boy feels like somewhat of an accomplishment.Â
Slowly, a pleased smile spreads across Mattyâs face, one of his hands gingerly moving to trace a single finger across the lace of your bra, delicately running over the cups with pure awe written all over his face.Â
âOh my god⌠did you get this for me? Shit, thatâs so mint,â he beams, his eyes twinkling.Â
âPlease donât say âThatâs so mintâ when weâre about to have sex.âÂ
Mattyâs eyes flicker up to your face with a start, his thick eyebrows shooting upwards as if heâd just realized the words that had come out of his mouth, his hand pausing its gentle exploration.Â
âErm, right. I meant incredibly hot and sexy and beautiful and hot. Yeah. Did I mention hot already?â he clarifies, smiling sheepishly, âCan I touch more?â
You let out an amused exhale through your nose before permitting him, watching his pretty eyes light up. When youâd bought the set at the mall, you imagined his hands would be all over you, tearing it off like gift wrapping the first chance he got. A beautiful first impression left forgotten on the floor of his bedroom. But he doesnât. Matty carefully brings his palms to your breasts, his breath hitching as he cups them, feeling their weight. Experimentally, he gives them a squeeze, a shudder running through his lanky body. He smiles up at you giddily, his cheeks flushed as he looks at you like youâre nothing less than his entire world.Â
âCan⌠can I kiss them, too?â he whispers tentatively.Â
A soft pant is stolen from your lips at the question. Wordlessly you bring your hand to the back of his head, your fingers entangling in his hair as you guide him forward. Mattyâs eyes swim with wonderment as he brings his mouth to the swell of your breast in a tender kiss. He moans softly, lashes fluttering as he trails his lips along the edge of the lace, mouthing a slow line up to the satin strap as his hands continue to knead your chest.Â
A slight smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sees the blissful look on your face, quickly wiped away as you gently tug on the strands of hair caught between your fingers. Mattyâs eyebrows draw together, running his tongue over his plush bottom lip before he dips his head down to the valley between your breasts, pressing a kiss to your gold locket. Somehow, it feels even more intimate than his lips on your skin.Â
âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ he whispers against the pendant.Â
Mattyâs nimble fingers snake up your back, feeling over the warmth of your skin almost with reverence. He leans his cheek against the softness of your chest, nuzzling his face into you as his hands work to undo the hooks of your bra. You feel him blindly fumbling with the band for a few moments before it comes loose, allowing him to fully trace his fingertips down the expanse of your spine.Â
Slowly, Matty eases you backward, laying you down onto his sheets with such gentleness that your heart aches, the straps of your bra sliding down your arms at gravityâs manipulation. He slots himself between your legs, his slim hips settling against yours before finally allowing his gaze to drop to your bare chest, sucking in a sharp breath. You feel him twitch against your thigh through his skin-tight pants as he breathes out something strained and incoherent.
Matty begins to lean down, in turn accidentally pulling on your hair thatâs trapped under his palm. You jolt, quickly reaching to grab his wrist with a hiss. He freezes above you for a split second before pulling away, staring down at his hand like heâd been seared. He looks absolutely petrified as he glances back at you, apologies spilling from his lips like opened floodgates, asking if youâre alright. You canât help but giggle at the pure horror on his face as if heâd ripped out a section of your hair.
âMatty,â you whisper, smiling warmly as you reach and cup his face, running your thumbs over his burning cheeks, âitâs okay, Iâm fine!â
You watch the tension slowly melt away from his rigid posture as he nods slowly, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. It isnât long before heâs giggling along with you, leaning his forehead against yours as you laugh, Mattyâs music playing quietly in the background.
âYouâre⌠so perfect,â he murmurs in between laughter, his breathless giggles making his tone sound giddy, âI mean that⌠youâre just so-â he doesnât finish as he dives forwards, silencing himself by pressing his lips against yours.
Youâre both smiling into the kiss, barely able to move your lips because of the way youâre grinning, ending up bumping teeth more than making out. Mattyâs hands envelop your breasts, gently thumbing over your pebbling nipples, making you sigh into his mouth happily. He groans against your lips, the heat between you spiking again and he pulls away just enough to speak, his lips brushing against yours as he continues to flick his thumbs.Â
âFuck. Can I finger you? Really want to make you cum,â he murmurs, his eyes darting over your face.
Your eyes widen at his blunt question, heat flushing through your body as your breath gets stuck in your throat. How can he just say that so casually?
âChrist, Matty!â you whisper-shout, your fingers tensing at the sides of his face.
He tilts his head at you, blinking much like a clueless puppy, clearly not having a grasp of the nuances of subtle dirty talk. Though he certainly hadnât spun his words with any flowery language, there was something about his lack of finesse that was⌠a little hot. He was saying exactly what he was thinking, and you suppose that rawness has its own kind of appeal.Â
âIs⌠is that a no?â he frowns, tilting his chin down dejectedly as he looks up at you through his lashes, his hands slowing to a stop.
âNoâ no babe,â you answer quickly resuming the gentle running of your thumbs over his flushed cheeks with a breathless laugh, âYou canât just say things like that.â
âWhy not?â
You realize that you donât have much of an answer for him, not when heâs looking at you with such sweetness, such eagerness to make you feel good. You shake your head softly, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose, causing his face to scrunch up with a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
âYes, you can touch me,â you whisper, watching a slow grin spread across his lips.Â
Matty places a quick kiss on your lips before sitting up to slowly hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties, gently tugging them down your legs with the aid of you lifting your hips off of the mattress. He sucks in a breath as you slowly spread your legs for him, a burning feeling swelling inside you as you let yourself be exposed to him, to anyone, for the first time. Insecurity rattles in your head and gnaws at your insides, but when you see the look on your boyfriendâs face, the whole world stops.
Matty lays on his side next to you, his hand coming to your inner thigh as he gently strokes his thumb over your soft skin, eyes unable to stay in one place as he gawks at the sight of you naked in his bed. His girl. In his bed. No clothes. Heâs not entirely sure that heâs not dreaming.Â
Tentatively, Matty allows his hand to skim up your thigh, swallowing hard as he feels more of the heat emanating from between your legs the higher he goes. You force yourself to keep breathing, watching his trembling hand as he musters up the courage to cup your heat, listening to his gasp as he feels the slickness at his calloused fingertips. Tingling sensations flood your senses at the contact, a throb resounding between your legs at the uproar of unfamiliar feelings. Youâre hyperaware of each of his fingers as you feel him experimentally dip them into your pooling arousal, the sight of Mattyâs hand between your thighs alone is enough to make your face burn, your heart race.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he whispers, the word âwetâ coming out like a secret just between the two of you.
Matty glances up at your face, watching your expression carefully as he slowly begins to move his fingers, sliding them back and forth through the wetness, feeling your honeyed folds spread under the gentle pressure of his fingertips. You meet his gaze as your lips part with a shaky breath, his pupils blown wide as he continues his exploratory grazes.Â
With his slick middle finger, he feels over you till he finds your slit, slowly pushing inside of you. Matty moans lowly as if heâs the one being pleasured, his gaze transfixed on the sight of his single finger sinking into you, easily being taken into your tight warmth until heâs knuckle deep. His hips instinctively jerk forward, rutting his clothed erection against your leg as you share a mirrored, shuddering exhale. Mattyâs fingers feel starkly different than your own, theyâre thicker, and longer, with guitar calluses at each of his fingertips that graze your velvety walls.Â
The sensation feels foreign, but not uncomfortable as he begins to gradually pump the digit in and out of you, the both of you watching his maneuvers with widened eyes. He doesnât have much rhythm, but heâs trying his best to learn as he goes. And god⌠the look on his face. Heâs eager, so eager.Â
âIs- is this good?â he asks hesitantly, his eyes searching your expression for approval.
You bite your lower lip, not fully knowing how to walk the fine line between guiding him and embarrassing him. The feeling of his finger inside you is enough to make you pant, to make heat stir inside you, but certainly not enough to make you cum. âItâs good, babe. But, what feels really good is when you touchâŚâ you whisper, beginning to gently guide his thumb to your aching clit, âHere.â
Mattyâs lips part with an âohâ, his cheeks flushing slightly at your correction. He allows you to direct his hand, lightly brushing his thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves with gentle uncertainty. You jolt slightly at the fizzling spark of pleasure that courses through you. Thatâs much⌠much better.Â
You feel Matty shudder as you place your fingers over his thumb, pressing the digit down more firmly as you guide him to move in slow, tight circles in tandem with the pumping of his middle finger. Sighing out, you begin to roll your hips against his hand in search of more friction. You can feel Mattyâs stare burning into you even as your eyes squeeze shut, the boy focusing so intensely on your every reaction to gauge if heâs doing a good job.Â
âDoes that feel good, baby?â he asks, sinking a second finger inside you as he lets you puppeteer his hand, studying your face.
âYes⌠yes,â you gasp, your lashes fluttering as the heat and tension whirl, coiling tighter in your belly.Â
âYou sound so pretty,â he murmurs breathlessly, looking like he wants to bottle up all the noises you make and keep them for himself, âCan I try on my own?â
Your eyes flutter open hazily, catching sight of his flushed features, his widened eyes. You nod at him, slowly pulling your hand back and resting it on your stomach. Matty bites his lip with concentration, doing his best to mimic what youâd shown him. Silently, he promises himself that one day this will all be muscle memory and heâll know how to effortlessly make you feel good whenever you want him to, be at your beck and call.
His thumb works against you diligently, drawing those same tight circles as youâd shown him while he continues to work you open with his fingers. Heâs so entirely focused and excited that absolutely nothing else matters at this moment except making you fall apart and finding out what you look like when totally lost in pleasure. Will you call out his name like you do in his daydreams?Â
âMatty⌠breathe,â you remind him, smiling fondly at your hell-bent boy.Â
Matty blinks up at you, his ministrations faltering for a moment before he lets out a breath that he didnât even realize he was holding. A bashful smile twitches at the corner of his kiss-bitten lips.Â
âRight, right⌠canât make a girl finish if youâre passed out,â he murmurs, leaning to kiss the top of your breast sweetly.
Matty suddenly curls his fingers inside you, crooking them forward just in time for them to catch against your sweet spot. Instantly, you mewl and rock into his hand a little harder. He shudders as he feels your walls clench around his digits, imagining what that would feel like around hisâ he shakes his head quickly, trying not to get ahead of himself.Â
âHere? Right here?â he gasps, watching in awe as your expression twists with bliss.
You nod frantically, your eyes squeezing shut again as the sensations begin to crowd you in the best way possible. You feel it throbbing, reverberating between your thighs, threatening to crash over you with every thrust of his fingers, every swipe of his thumb. Itâs not perfect, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for with pure determination.
âDonât stop, donât stop, Matty. Keep doing it just like that,â you beg, chest heaving.
âFuckâŚâ he mutters, grinding himself against your leg a little more heedlessly as he does just that, making sure not to let his eagerness get the best of him.Â
You reach down to grip Mattyâs wrist in warning as the tension inside you crescendos, knowing youâre only moments away from tipping over that familiar edge that youâve only ever known in the privacy of your own room. Your head lolls back against the pillows as the rocking of your hips becomes more frantic.Â
âPlease⌠pleaseâŚâ he whispers, his gaze intense, âPlease, I n-need you toâŚâ
âMatty, I-â you pant, your eyes rolling back before your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of release.Â
Your mouth parts with a silent cry as your body tenses, back arching off of his bed as you feel your walls spasming around his fingers. Your nails are digging into his wrist as you begin to pant with breathy whines, riding out your orgasm against his eager hand. Pure satisfaction washes over your body as your lovely boyfriend watches in complete and total awe, continuing to aid you through your climax, wanting you to feel every drop of pleasure he could possibly offer you.Â
Matty whimpers as he watches you fall apart for him, his free hand snaking down to the front of his jeans to grasp himself for any kind of relief, his erection aching so badly that itâs starting to hurt. Heâs almost lightheaded as he watches you thrash, thinking to himself that this might be the most beautiful that heâs ever seen you, which is a tough battle to win considering that he thinks you look beautiful all the damn time. But this? You at your rawest, at your most vulnerable? Yeah, heâs going to need a minute to recover because thereâs an actual angel in his bed with him.Â
You grit your teeth as the sensitivity starts to overwhelm you, pulling Mattyâs hand out from between your thighs with a whimper before going limp against the pillows. You canât help but smile, chest heaving and skin glowing with sweat while Matty stares down at his fingers in disbelief at the glinting arousal coating them. Without thinking, he brings them to his mouth, sucking and lapping up the sweetness to savor the taste of your pleasure. The sight makes you blush to your very roots.Â
âThat was⌠that was so fucking hot, oh god, when can we do that again?â he mumbles around his fingers.Â
After releasing his digits with a wet pop, he scrambles to sit up and get out of his jeans, unable to take it any longer. Matty sighs with relief as he starts to wiggle out of his jeans, the fabric feeling so tight and constricting at his crotch that he thought the zipper might pop off. You watch, amused as he grunts and struggles to get out of his skinny jeans that are likely a size too small.Â
The moment theyâre off, heâs flinging them across the room and crashing his lips to yours in a messy, blissful tangle of teeth and tongues. Matty licks into your mouth with heated desperation, not even letting you get a word in as you come down from your high.Â
âI want to fuck you so bad, I-I think about it all the time,â he mumbles against your lips, cupping your face with trembling hands, âplease, please can I be inside you?â
Your mind is still spinning as you quickly nod, barely recovered but still ready for more, for all of him. Your fingers reach for your locket, toying with it, feeling the engraved swirls etched beneath your fingertips.Â
âDo you have aâŚ?âÂ
âHuh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Hold on.â
Matty moves faster than he ever has in his whole life as he gets up and rummages around in his closet for the box of condoms heâd stashed away. Heâd bought them earlier that week at the corner store while his mates snickered behind him (âYeah, yeah, laugh it up. I donât see you wankers getting any!â, heâd sneered, sticking out his tongue petulantly). He plops down onto the bed next to you while ripping open the rather large box, your eyes widening as you catch the number â50â printed on the side of it.
âChrist! Why do you have so many?â you gape, doing a double take as you make sure youâve read it correctly.
Matty shrugs, pulling out a comically long string of silver packets from the box before setting it aside, eyeing them as they glint under the low lighting. It looks like a goddamn party streamer. âWhat? Gotta be safe, yeah?âÂ
âYouâre not going to break 49 condoms.âÂ
âI dunno, babe! Maybe Iâm a fuckinâ animal and weâll go 50 rounds, no breaks.âÂ
You roll your eyes with a snort, giving his shoulder a playful shove as he grins at you toothily.Â
âYouâre so ridiculous, oh my god.âÂ
âNah, but really, they wonât go to waste. I promise you that, babe,â he smirks, waggling his eyebrows as he waves the string of condoms in front of your face teasingly.Â
Heâs an idiot. However, the idea of using up all of those condoms together makes you a little dizzy, heat sparking through your veins at the thought. You reach out and snatch the packets from him, laying the strand across your chest like a ribbon while you tear one off. You stare up into his eyes, blinking at him prettily as you place the wrapper in your teeth, holding it there with a flair of sensuality. This feeling, the one that makes you feel like youâre desirable, sexual, is one you could damn well get used to.Â
Mattyâs mouth waters, almost drooling at the sight of what must be every teenage boyâs most depraved daydream: a vixen sent to devour him whole. He wants to burn the sight into his memory forever, his stomach twisting in a tangle of arousal as your lips curl seductively around the foil. He can already envision how this memory will play inside his mind on a loop when heâs alone in his bed.
âYouâre going to kill me,â he accuses, shakily taking the wrapper from between your teeth.
You just smile, watching as he fumbles with the foil for a moment before tearing it open, sitting back on his heels as he slides his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. You allow your gaze to skim down the light spattering of dark hair from his navel to the bulge in his underwear, licking your lips as you eye the sizeable pool of precum thatâs soaked into the fabric. Matty glances away, awkwardly clearing his throat as he begins to ease the elastic down his slim hips, kicking his boxers off once they reach his ankles.
Your heartbeat feels as though itâs hammering in your ears as you take in the sight of him, a rush of heat making your hips squirm involuntarily. Heâs beautiful and he doesnât even know it. You want to kiss and bite every inch of his scrawny body. You want to taste his pale skin. You want to feel him, real and warm under your fingertips as they dig into him. But more than anything, you need him inside you.Â
Matty lets out a breathy groan as he strokes himself slowly, gathering the precum bubbling at his tip before dragging it downwards with a shudder. He slowly rolls the condom down onto himself, feeling over the latex to make sure itâs secure before glancing up at you, his cheeks a shade of bright pink as he notices your intense stare.Â
Your boyfriend settles himself between your legs, gingerly spreading them so he fits above you, his arms on either side of your head, his Mortal Kombat tattoo inches from your face. You reach upwards with an uneven exhale, placing your hands on his chest which rises and falls with shallow breaths. His cock brushes against your inner thigh. Matty looks like he might combust.Â
âYouâre sure about this?â he whispers, his breath bated.Â
Your heart is pounding in your chest, anticipation wrapping her hands around your throat. You want him more than anything.Â
âIâm sure⌠please, Matty,â you say softly, rubbing your thumbs over his collarbones.Â
âIf it hurts or you wanna stop, you tell me. I-I donât give a fuck if Iâm literally about to cum, you just shout at me or something, alright?â he rambles, using one of his hands framing your face to gently tuck your hair behind your ear.Â
âOkay,â you whisper, managing a slightly nervous smile.Â
Matty swallows hard, bringing one hand down to his length, guiding it forward till his tip meets your slicked center. You both shiver as he begins to run himself back and forth against you, the realization that youâre about to lose your virginity seeming to hit you both all at once. He shoots you a jittery look, searching your eyes for any sense of regret or discomfort. When he finds none, he begins to carefully line himself up with you, firmly gripping himself to avoid the embarrassment of missing.Â
âIâm going to⌠yeah,â he mumbles. The pinnacle of eloquence.Â
Your breath catches in your throat as he begins to push his hips forward, feeling your velvety walls stretch to accommodate him. Mattyâs face screws up as he feels your warmth enveloping him bit by bit, panting softly as he experiences an overwhelming tightness around his cock that his own hand could never offer. He makes a choked noise, internally reminding himself that he needs to last long and do a good job for you, to not cum the second heâs inside.Â
âF-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-â he mutters, his teeth gritting as he tries not to completely lose his goddamn mind.Â
 You hiss at the intrusion as he slowly inches inside you, the unfamiliar feeling being somewhat like getting split open. Almost involuntarily, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with a comforting squeeze. Matty pauses, his eyes blinking open, flashing with affection as he squeezes your hand back, finding solace in the familiarity and simplicity of your touch. You nod at him softly, running your thumb over his knuckles as you breathe through this initial, slight discomfort. His eyes are lidded as he watches your expression closely, wanting to kiss away the bit of tension on your features.Â
âYouâre so tight⌠so fuckingâ oh fuck,â he babbles, brows knitting together as he continues sliding inside of you, trembling.Â
He canât seem to stop rambling and cursing, squeezing your hand a little tighter before finally reaching his hilt, filling you entirely as your hips meet. Mattyâs head dips forward with a deep groan, feeling himself pulse inside you. He didnât immediately cum the moment he was fully inside you, which he considered to be a win at the moment considering how fucking incredible this feels.Â
âFeels so fucking good⌠oh my god- oh my god, you feel so goodâŚâ he rambles breathlessly, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.
You breathe deeply, the stretch creating a low, simmering feeling in your walls as you try to fully relax and adjust. Matty gazes down at you adoringly, panting as he clenches every muscle in his body to try and stave off his already impending orgasm. The urge to move and thrust and fuck is urgent, but he forces himself to stay still, needing to make sure youâre comfortable.Â
 âBaby, are you okay?â he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, quivering from his head to his toes, âIâve got you, Iâve got you.â
âIâm good, love. Are you okay?â you giggle, raising your eyebrows at him.
âIâm⌠Iâmâ yeah. Best. Best ever. You feel amazing, youâre amazing,â he grins, laughing breathlessly.
Matty feels like heâs drunk, intoxicated by everything about you. The way you look, the way you feel. Oh god. Heâs never felt so good in his life. Youâre just as bad, smiling up at him like heâs given you not only the moon but also all of the stars. Joined at the hips, intertwined at the soul.Â
âYou can move,â you whisper, the tinge of burning fading into something warm, something to thirst for.Â
He nods above you, squeezing your hand like making a promise: Iâll take care of you. He begins to slowly, almost delicately roll his hips against you, the movement making you gasp for breath, gripping his shoulder tighter. Mattyâs lashes flutter as he lets out a whimper, staring down at you with tenderness as he sets a gentle rhythm, allowing the both of you to ease into the deep intimacy. Itâs almost an out-of-body experience for Matty, watching you below him, his hazy vision creating a sort of aura around you.
âYouâre⌠youâre doing so good. You look so pretty. Made for me,â he gasps, barely stringing together coherent sentences between rocks of his hips.Â
Mattyâs thrusts are shallow despite how restless heâs growing, practically overheating above you. He continues to murmur about how good and tight you feel, the praise spilling from his lips without much thought, simply pouring from his lungs as he gets lost in the overpowering feeling of you.Â
âOhh, fuck,â you murmur, a spike of heat rushing straight to your cunt, clenching around him as your nails rake down his back.
Mattyâs hips stutter as the breath is stolen from his lungs, almost making a wheezing sound at the back of his throat. His skin erupts with goosebumps under your touch, your nails leaving a pleasurable sting in their wake. He gathers himself enough to speak. âHoly shit. C-can you do that again?â he stammers, feeling like every nerve of his body is firing at once.
A hazy smile spreads across your lips as you clench around him again, feeling him twitch within your taut walls. Matty doesnât just moan, he whines at the feeling, involuntarily bucking into you with more force, driving his cock deeper inside you. You pant at the entirely new feeling, your body lighting up with crackling sparks. Suddenly, the gingerly pace heâd set wasnât nearly enough as liquid need fizzles in your bones.Â
âMatty⌠more,â you moan, your eyes shining.
He doesnât need to be told twice. His eyes nearly roll back at every noise he pulls from you, the sounds only spurning him on further, driving his body forward into yours harder, faster. His head drops forward to your neck, burying his face there as he pants raggedly against your skin.
What had started out as gentle, loving gazes and polite rolls of hips has quickly become somewhat of a frenzy. The two of you hold each other close as you buck and rock and sweat, needing to help each other see stars to the sound of the bed's creeks. Matty shakes like a leaf as you wrap your legs around his pretty waist, drawing him in deeper. Before you can process it, heâs snaking his hand down between your glowing bodies to hastily swipe at your clit with his fingertips. You cry out as the pleasure courses through you, building even faster than before, rendering your brain fuzzy and wonderfully useless as you rock to meet his pistoning hips. The sound of skin on skin makes your face burn.Â
âPlease, please, love. I-I needâ need to-â he babbles pathetically, desperation radiating off of him, âI-Iâm not gonna last,â he shudders, a lilt of panic in his tone.
âItâs okay,â you pant, digging your nails into his back to make him groan, âLet it feel good, baby.â
Matty whines pitifully, his hips losing their rhythm entirely as he begins to thrust as quickly and frantically as he can, continuing to rub at your oversensitive bundle of nerves, setting a growing fire beneath your skin. âY-yeah feels so good. So good,â he nods.
âClose, Matty,â you gasp, your back arching off of the plaid sheets as the flames curl and lick inside you.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonnaâ gonnaââÂ
Matty canât even finish his sentence, biting down on your shoulder as his body goes completely stiff for a moment, his hand clutching at yours even tighter before he shudders with his release, spilling into the condom. You follow closely on his heels into the depths of pleasure, trembling as your eyes roll back in your head, your walls spasming around Matty as he pulses inside of you. His head stays buried in the crook of your neck as he moans wantonly against your skin, his hips sporadically jerking against you as you both get lost in pleasure so great, youâre not sure how you ever went without it.Â
The only sound that can be heard in Mattyâs bedroom is heavy breathing. He stays collapsed on top of you, your legs dangling lazily over his hips as you hold each other, fingers still interlocked. Neither of you has said a word yet as you simply bask in the afterglow.Â
Afterglow. You realize why itâs called that now. It feels like youâre shining from the inside out and you swear you can see the same light within him as you run your fingers through his damp hair. And in this moment, you and your boy are untouchable, nothing can reach you when heâs holding you this way.Â
âI love youâŚâÂ
The words are faint, they ring hazily through your head, and for a moment youâre not sure if they were imagined. But he says it again, quietly, delicately, to be absorbed.Â
âI love you.â
Your chest swells with warmth, it spreads from your heart to your fingertips and beyond. You swallow the lump in your throat, a grin spreading across your face so wide you think you might crack.Â
âI love you too, Matty.â
Slowly, he lifts his head from where it rests, his eyes misty as he meets your gaze. He sniffles, rubbing his thumb against your hand with sweetness, the both of you acutely aware of how youâre still intertwined.Â
âOh god,â he mumbles, embarrassed as he rubs at his eyes.Â
You coo at him, tucking some of his hair behind his ear before leaning in to tenderly peck his lips. You simply gaze into each otherâs eyes, realizing how badly you want this to last. To beat the odds of young lovers. To scream in the face of getting older, of growing apart. But right now, this is enough.Â
âI love you so much,â he whispers again, smiling like heâs trying out the words on his tongue, giddy at the way it feels.
This is more than enough.Â
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girl of your dreams (d word matty x reader smut)
early days of the relationship, sneaky post-show hotel room sex. warnings for d word mention (duh), exactly one (1) spank, matty going down soft sound, unprotected sex (girly is on the pill tho), and creampies. enjoy <3
âyeah, yeah, goodnight,â matty smiles as his bandmates disappear into their respective rooms, entering his own when the locking mechanism clicks open. he's used to that sound now, used to quickly sliding the do not disturb hanger onto the handle, used to kicking his shoes off and placing the keycard near the door and yawning as he turns the corner into the bedroom proper.
what he's not used to, however, is seeing you there, sprawled out on his bed watching tv, wearing your glasses and a champagne-coloured satin nightgown that quite honestly makes him go weak in the knees.
he wants to get used to it, though. really, really wants to. he's determined to, actually. but first, he's determined to make up for being later to your rendezvous than planned. âhi, darling,â he smiles (how could he not, looking at you?), shrugging his jacket off en route to the bed. âi'm so sorry it took me so long to get here.â
âs'alright, baby, i understand. newcastle show and all,â you crawl to the end of the bed to meet him, and the way your tits swing as you do affects him almost as much as the pet name does; both of these things pale in comparison to the way you kiss him, though, all soft lips and quiet sighs, hand coming up to hold his face while you smile into him. when the kiss ends, you press your forehead to matty's, and it takes all his focus not to swoon. âyour family are lovely, by the way. âspecially your dad.â
matty laughs softly. âyeah, he was telling me how canny he thinks you are. says i should be paying you extra for the fact you're the one waking me up every morning.â
âoh, no, i like the kiss currency thing we've got,â you giggle, pressing one to his nose and sending his heart racing. âbut were you really that much of a nightmare when you were little?â
âchrist, yeah. he didn't detail it?â
âno, he was very sweet. maybe he was trying to make you seem cool,â your pretty face shifts into a smirk, and matty braces himself for the inevitable. âi mean, your family are all so concerned with when you plan on settling down - maybe he was trying to make you seem appealing to me.â
âtake it you heard them asking me if i was seeing anyone, then?â
âyeah. was funny,â you peck his lips. âand your answer was very good.â
matty hums, thinking back to the there's someone, yeah, but she's too good for me so i'm playing it cool right now he'd placated his family with. which, to be honest, isn't a total lie. âgood, good,â he gently lowers you so you're lying on the bed, crawling atop you and resting his arms on either side of your head; yours rest on his shoulders, pretty nails gently scratching at the back of his head the way he likes. âand was my dad successful?â
âat making you appeal to me? oh, yeah,â the playfulness in your eyes is addictive. âiâm really quite fond of you, matthew.â
god, the way you say his name! âfeeling's mutual, gorgeous,â matty leans back, letting his calloused hands lightly skim up the sides of your torso. âlove this outfit, by the way.â
âm'glad. bought it with you in mind,â the revelation sends matty reeling, and it's only worsened by what comes next. âdunno if you could call it an outfit, though.â
âwhy not?â
you smile, sweet as sugar. âbecause i'm not actually wearing anything else, darling.â
jesus christ. blood rushing in his ears, matty stutters out a response. âyou serious?â
a nod, a suggestive bite of your own fingertip. âsee for yourself.â
what a fool he would be to do otherwise. blood still pumping in his ears, and travelling more towards his trousers by the nanosecond, matty drags himself down your body and settles himself on the bed between your - fucking gorgeous - legs. with something almost resembling trepidation, he slowly pushes the silk up your thighs, jaw dropping in a groan as he takes in the enticing wetness pooling between them on your cunt. âfucking hell, sweetheart,â he moans, hand tracing up your slit and circling your clit as if on instinct, making you jerk with a whine and his dick jump as a result. when he brings his fingers to his lips and the delectable tang of you hits his tongue, matty's necessary next step becomes crystal clear. âplease, please let me eat you out.â
your reply nearly makes him cum there and then - another thing matty's still unused to is the new nickname you've been trying out together, but it isn't half fucking incredible. âyes, daddy.â
matty thinks he breathed out a âthank youâ as soon as the words left your lips, but he can't be sure; the only thing he can focus on is getting his mouth on you, licking upwards to your clit before wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and flicking over it with the tip of his tongue, just the way he was elated to discover you like. he can't help but moan into you when he hears your little whimper of âoh, just like that, yeahâ, smiling when you moan louder in response and clamp your thighs around his head - a second later, when realisation seems to hit, you go to loosen your grip with a half-whined âm'sorry, daddyâ, but matty just shakes his head (which has you moaning again as his tongue slices across your clit) and shuffles himself around so he can wrap his arms around your thighs and keep them there. not out of masochism - well, part of it is - but more out of the fact that your thighs locked around his head is proof that this is really happening, and he isn't just dreaming about going down on you like he did for months after first meeting you.Â
of course, reality is so much better than those dreams: matty could never have imagined how good you actually taste when he's licking into you with nothing short of desperation, or how beautiful you look when you're all fucked-out, or the way your voice goes all shaky when you're about to cum. which, incidentally, is what's happening now - âm'close, daddy, m'so fucking close. wanna cum, please, please let me cum!â
seems as good a time as any for matty to take a breath, he thinks. pulling away from you just long enough to take in a lungful or air, he nods. âcum, princess.â
with a dazed smile so beautiful it breaks his heart a little bit, and a breathy âthank youâ, you obey, body tensing and releasing a final time, accompanied by shaking limbs and broken whimpers of his name and his nickname and god only knows what else. matty kisses your inner thigh, resting his head on it and letting you come back down to earth in your own time; he likes watching you like this, anyway, worn-out from pleasure and a little bit haphazard. your hair's a mess, your glasses are askew (he's also far more into them than he initially thought, to be honest), and your nightgown is really quite crinkled, but he can practically feel the adoration for you emanating from himself.Â
you're so beautiful. and you're his. he still can't quite believe it's not a dream.
you rake a hand through his sweaty curls, and he's reminded that this is all real. he kisses your thigh again, and you giggle. âhi.â
âhi, darling,â matty rubs a little loveheart on your thigh with his thumb. âhow you feeling?â
âso good. thank you, gorgeous,â you smile, while matty's cheeks burn at the compliment. âhow are you?â
âi'm good, angel, i'm really good.â
âtired at all?â
he shakes his head. ânot really. but we can go to sleep now if you want,â he smirks when you shake your head enthusiastically. âno? there's something else you wanna stay up for⌠princess?â
you bite your lip, nodding. he huffs out a laugh. âneed you to tell me what it is so we can do it, sweet girl. come on,â he pulls himself up slowly, pressing kisses up your stomach and resting his head on your tits. âtell daddy what you want.â
âi - oh, fuck,â you whimper as matty tugs down the top of your dress and mouths at your nipple. âwant- want you to fuck me, daddy. please.â
he knew it was coming, and yet matty still feels heat trickle down his chest right to his dick when you speak. âgood girl. and how do you want to be fucked, princess?â
âin front of the mirror,â your voice is clear, sure, sexy; it crumbles when you talk again, but matty thinks your secret desire is even hotter. âwanna watch.â
the next few minutes are a blur to matty, which he reckons he would put down to some weird primitive horny instinct to just fuck you as soon as he can. he remembers kissing you, but nothing about how he got you on your hands and knees before the mirror or undressed himself; post-kiss, the only thing he can focus on is the feeling of inching inside your soaked cunt, watching your eyes roll back into your head, listening to the choked moan that leaves your kiss-bitten lips as he bottoms out inside you with a murmured âfuckâ. he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your summer-scented skin at the way you giggle deliriously. âfeel so good around me, baby. you want me to fuck you now?â
âplease,â your jaw slackens as matty starts to move his hips; when he speeds up, groaning at how wet you are, how brain-meltingly tight, you whimper, and he has to force himself not to cum then and there. âdaddyâŚâ
âi know, sweetheart, i know. doing so well for me,â matty coos, eyes fixated on the reflection of your tits bouncing in the genuinely most perfect way with every thrust. christ, he's really lucked out with you, hasn't he? sweet, smart, fucking gorgeous⌠he's punching well above his weight. âmy beautiful girl. want me to get you off again, princess?â
you nod, whimpering when his hand meets your asscheek; as he rubs the stinging skin, matty sighs. âwords, baby, come on.â
âsorry, daddy. yes please.â
he leans forward to kiss the nape of your neck, moving to whisper in your ear. âgood girl.â
his hips speed up, so much so that he can already feel the muscle aches he'll wake up with tomorrow. but it's more than worth it to see you like this, to make you like this, wanton and writhing and whining every time your bodies meet; the way you're beginning to clench around him in the way matty's learned is a sign that you're about to cum spurs him on, too, desperate to get you off and chase his own release. âc'mon, princess,â he pants, gripping your hips as tight as possible to keep up momentum. âneed you to cum for me, yeah? cum, and i'll fill you up. know you fucking love it when i do that, don't you? love being a good girl for daddy.â
âyeah,â comes the broken cry in response. your cheeks are stained with mascara tears, streaming from your hazy eyes, and your whole body appears to be shaking - suddenly, it tenses, and matty hisses at the feeling of you vice-tight around his dick. âm'cumming, oh fuck, fuck!â
there's an influx of warmth and wetness around him, and matty can't help but follow in your footsteps. âshit, me too,â he moans, brain foggy but body still slamming into yours, syncopated now; he clings to you as he cums, eyes rolling back into his head as he finishes deep inside your cunt. your arms give out, and matty follows your fall onto the bed, draping himself over you without pulling out and pressing his lips to the back of your neck. âjesus christ, princess, you're so good,â he kisses your cheek when you giggle, a sweetness incongruous with the fact he can feel his cum dripping out of you. ây'alright?â
âyeah,â you turn to catch his lips with yours, a tender kiss that ends with you looking at him so adoringly he almost can't take it. âthank you, baby.â
âanytime. s'my pleasure. and yours, i s'pose.â
âyou're so silly.â
âand you're into it.â
âi am, yeah,â you smile, and matty swears he can feel butterflies in his stomach. âi'm just very into you.â
âi feel the same about you,â matty strokes your hair, yawning. âshall we shower? or d'you wanna stay like this for a bit, darling?â
you beam. âwanna stay like this forever, matty. but,â you wink. âgiven that we're both working tomorrow, maybe we should limit it to, let's say, five minutes of this before we shower?â
god, he's so obsessed with you. âwhatever you want, my girl.â
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TEACHER'S PET (Pt.5)
cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)
You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.
âSit,â he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk.Â
âNo,â he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. âEdge of the desk. Facing the window.â
Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.
âMiss Thompson,â he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. âYou seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,â he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.
ââWell maybe if y-â you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.
âThat wasnât a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldnât you agree, Miss Thompson?â He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.
âW-well, I,â you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you havenât spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.
âYou spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until itâs raw and squeezing your thighs together like I wonât notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class⌠yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to beâŚâ he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.
âI want to be good for you,â you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. âLet me be good for you.â You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval.Â
He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.
âShow me your homework,â he commands.
âWhat?â You ask, caught off guard.
âYou heard me,â he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. âIâd like to grade your work,â he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing.Â
âSpread.â
You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.
âAh-ah-â he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. âWider⌠Thatâs it,â he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. âGood girl,â he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.
A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core.Â
âHow do you already look so fucked out?â He says quietly to himself in disbelief. âIâm not even touching you and youâre already moaning,â he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.
âI like pleasing you,â you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.
âA little slower- there you go,â he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but itâs still not enough, so you pout in frustration.Â
He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.
âDoes it feel like itâs not enough?â He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.
âItâs never enough,â you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.
âHow many times have you tried? Enough?â He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. Heâs now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.
He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face
âWords, Miss Thompson,â he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.
âToo many,â you pant quietly, but your answer isnât enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. âEvery day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,â you list between moans, panting as you speak.
âAnd what do you think about?â He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.
âYou,â you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. Itâs not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.
âWell, naturally,â your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. âAnd youâve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and youâre still not satisfied?â He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.
âNo, it never feels right,â you groan in frustration at the feeling. âI need your help,â you whine. âI need you, Professor.â
âAhhh,â he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. âYou need some tutoring,â he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professorâs body at your erotic moans.
His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.
âFuck,â you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.
âAre you taking notes?â He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.
âMore,â you complain in a low whine. âI need you- to fill me,â you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.
âIâm not done, yet, darling,â he coos as he leans into your ear. âI have to check your work first.â You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach.Â
âLook at you, writhing around all desperate for me,â he says, voice gravelly in your ear. âSo eager⌠Do you want more, baby?â
âYesss,â you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him.Â
âOf course you do,â he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin.Â
âMy best student,â he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.
âIs this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?â He taunts you sweetly. âAll those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?â
âYes, daddy,â you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.
âOhhh, I see,â he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. âHad I known every time you said Professor you meant daddyâŚâ his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. âVery good girl,â he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.
âDo you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?â He coos sweetly.
âYes- fuck, yes,â you reply exasperatedly.
âYes, what?â He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever couldâve imagined.
âYes, daddy,â you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. âI need you to,â you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.
âWell I have some unfortunate news for you,â he whispers in your ear. âYou see, youâve been very bad,â he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. âTraipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesnât belong to me.â
You canât help but groan at his possessive words- all youâve wanted was to be his.
âTrying to tease me- trying to tempt me,â he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. âYouâve been a very bad girl, Hazel⌠And bad girls donât get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,â he taunts as you whimper in frustration. âThey donât get to be pounded till they canât walk anymore- till they canât think anymore,â he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. âYou havenât earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,â he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria.Â
âHow do I earn it?â You beg desperately through panting breath.
âOhoho, my darlingâŚâ you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. âDid you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?â He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. âYouâve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?â He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, âYouâre not going to touch my cock- youâre not going to feel my cock- youâre not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because youâre going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. Iâll be surprised if you donât start touching yourself in classes after this⌠youâll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. Thatâs a decent enough punishment, donât you agree?â He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.
You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you canât seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.
âNo? You donât agree?â He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.
âThatâs my smart girl,â he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. âThatâs my smart girl. Yes baby, youâre right,â he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. âYou earned your punishment and youâre taking it so well for daddy.â
He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you donât think you could remember your name if he asked you.
âShhh, you donât need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? Thatâs it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,â he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. âDo you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girlâŚâ he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. âAre you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- thatâs it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect⌠My perfect girlâŚâ he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.
âLook at this pretty little mess you made for me,â he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him.Â
âFeel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?â He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. âMemorize that. Because youâre not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.â
You canât help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.
âYouâre forgiven for your behavior,â he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. âBut if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment wonât be nearly as pleasant for you,â he says without looking at you. âYouâre dismissed.â
You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.
It didnât make sense. Why didnât he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldnât make sense. He didnât have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you homeâŚÂ That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didnât even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasnât as mutual as youâd thought it wasâŚÂ
A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.
A whimper.
You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadnât been covered in newspaper.
Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same oneâs heâd just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You canât see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what heâs doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You canât get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this youâd have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his deskâŚ
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casual
It's hard being casual                                                                When my favourite bra lives in your dresser
a fic inspired by Chappell Roan's casual; snippet below the cut. 18+, 1.5k.
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Hot bodies press against you as you weave through the house, spilt beer making your skin sticky as more and more people carelessly dance with drinks sloshing in their hands. A playlist you don't recognise fills the air, and whilst Matty might be hosting, you can tell the playlist is completely out of his control. The vaguely rhythmic pumping drum and bass overwhelming your senses isn't something you can see him listening to, but maybe you just don't know him as well as you hoped.
Your eyes dart around the hoard of people looking for him and then back to your phone, desperate to see those three dots pop up and for him to finally respond. He never does, though, and when you scroll back, you see message after message go unanswered, unless they're about hooking up, of course. Those always get a response within minutes, which should be flattering, but seeing it laid out in front of you instead leaves a hollowed ache in your chest.
You know what you were signing up for the very first time his crisp white sheets got wrapped up between your thighs, sleeping with Matty Healy was a path well worn by girls before you, and not one of them had got a meaningful relationship out of it. More people have seen every inch of his skin than have ever seen his true personality, or maybe the faux rockstar cool guy act is who he really is, but you're not so convinced.
But that facade was all you needed. It's exactly why you started this in the first place. Misplaced anger towards your ex suddenly became you ripping a condom open with your teeth and sinking down on the dick of a man you'd spoken to maybe 5 times.
But that next morning, after he raised his eyebrows and asked if he wanted to go again, you ignored that screaming head in your voice to stay away and instead slid into his lap and put your lips on his.
Here you are now 4 months later, and your relationship is⌠something. Matty would say it's completely casual. it's fun, low-commitment sex and nothing more. And when he says that, you nod and agree, immediately going for his belt to try and get those words out of your mind. And usually, within 30 seconds, with his hand in your hair and his dick in your mouth, it's pretty easy to forget. But it's times like this you're rudely reminded. When he invites you to a party knowing you don't know anyone and leaves you stranded, the truth comes crashing back into your head, impossible to ignore.
Some faces that glide past you feel familiar, but when a body crashes into yours and you look up at their face, it's the first one you really recognise.Â
âGeorge! Thank god, whereâs Matty? he wonât answer my textâ You try to sound blasĂŠ when you ask, acting how you think you should, running the gone girl âcool girlâ monologue in your head. When George scrunches his face in confusion, you think he's seen right through your act, but what comes out of his mouth is worse than any transparent ploy he could've seen through.
âSorry, do I know you?â George asked, nervously running his hand over his neck and looking down at you with squinted eyes. Suddenly, it feels like you've been shot in the chest, blood covering your clothes and hands. If you looked down right now, you swear they'd be stained red. But that's not very chill girl of you, so you giggle nervously and try and hide the crimson that covers you.
âOh, sorry. Iâm y/n. Has Matty ever mentioned me?â You giggle awkwardly as you speak, silently crushing the plastic cup of cheap beer that was forced into your hands as soon as you passed the threshold.Â
Finally, after time dragged on for about 10 seconds longer than you'd like, a flicker of realisation fills George's eyes, and you expect an explanation. Maybe he's pissed, or high, or just not that good with faces. You convince yourself that there are a thousand reasons why Mattyâs closest friend wouldn't know your face, but none of them match what falls from his lips.
âOh yeahhhh. You're the girl Mattyâs messing around with, right? The girl he fucked on the sofa at a party one time?â he drunkenly giggles, hiccupping halfway through his sentence.
Bang. The sound of a second gunshot fills your ears, and you swear you can feel the blood pouring again. He doesn't know it, he doesn't even know your name, but George's words felt like the eulogy at your funeral, as if he had just killed you and now he was sending you away. âThe girl Matty is messing around withâ not âMattyâs girlfriendâ, or âMattyâs partnerâ, not even âMattyâs friendâ, just the latest girl in his never-ending rotation.
Still, you smile even if you do feel yourself dying as you stand on the liquor-sodden carpet. âYup. That's me⌠I guess. any idea where he is?â Even if you do speak through gritted teeth, George seems oblivious, quite easily directing you to Matty without a second thought.
âUh last time I saw him was on the sofa in the front room, check there, maybe?â he shrugs, casting his eyes over your shoulder and smiling at someone. Well, it's nice to know he is capable of smiling, maybe he only does it with people who he actually knows, not people who he only kind of recognises for fucking his best friend.
âYeah thanks, bye Geor-â Before you can even say a proper goodbye, he weaves through the crowd and shouts someone's name before tackling them in a hug. You wonder how heâd treat you if you were really Mattyâs girlfriend. Would he cast you a smile and wrap you in a hug? Maybe you could have double dates with him as his girlfriend, then you'd know all Mattyâs friends, the funny stories about him from childhood.Â
You know the most intimate parts of Matty's body, the places that only your fingers brush, that you press kisses to. You know the tattoos that hide from everyone else. You've traced them with your tongue. But you don't know him. His favourite colour or movie, you don't know how his brain ticks, what his first kiss was, his first love, or if he's ever been in love.
He doesn't know anything about you either, but you think that's a blessing in disguise. If he asked if you'd ever been in love, you don't think you could lie. he'd see the lie in your eyes, swirling and fighting to leave your mouth in a way that sounded anyway believable. hed know that you are in love, right now. with him. No matter how thick you lay on the denial, there's only so much you can do to hide from your own thoughts.
So when you slip into the living room and see another girl on his lap with his hand around her waist, the third bullet of the night hits you, and this time you can't bring yourself to smile awkwardly and brush it off.
The blood won't stop. Each time his fingers stroke over her skin like they do on yours, you feel like you're dying. That any breath could be your last. The thump of the bass in your ears is replaced by your thumping heart, each beat permeating your skull.Â
Thump. His hand pushes up her shirt, and his fingertips dance on her bare stomach. Thump. He throws his head back, laughing at something she says. Thump. He grips her hip and winks at her, pulling her deeper into his lap. Thump. She turns to face him. Thump. Her hand grips his cheek. Thump. He's kissing her. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Your heart won't stop racing, growing faster with each second. You watch his hand move from her waist to her neck, pressing his fingers into her skin the same way he does to you. Subconsciously, your hand goes up to your neck, brushing over the very places where you're sure those same fingertips left bruises two nights before. Slowly, her hand slides up to his hair, gripping his curls the way you know he loves. You watch his hips jump at the feeling. It makes you sick to your stomach, that once empty space fulling with dread and jealousy over a man who barely spared a thought for you.
Someone bumps your shoulder and suddenly the world comes back into colour, and you can hear the familiar beat of the shitty music, the shouting of some teenage boys as a random girl takes her top off, and the chatter of the people around you. You can breathe again. But he's still there, her tongue in his mouth and his hand cupping her cheek.
Fuck. you need a cigarette.
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I did something bad
Summary: Making Matty a little jealous couldnât hurt? Right?
Content: 18+, heavy dom sub, heavy spanking, choking, unprotected sex, slight breeding, subspace, dumification, degradation, basically this is filthy
Word count: 3803
Mattyâs pissed. Absolutely pissed. Itâs obvious by his silence in the driverâs seat. His hands grip the wheel tight, making his knuckles turn white. Tonight, he wore a few rings on each hand, a new addition to his fashion as of late.
You just wanted to rile him up a bit tonight. No harm intended. You just wanted to see his jealous side. What would happen if someone touched whatâs his? So earlier tonight, when a man started to flirt with you at the bar while Matty was away in the bathroom, you played along. It was nothing serious of course, but you gave him your best fake laugh at his god-awful jokes. You knew you took it a step too far when Matty came back to the guy putting his hand around your waist to lead you away from the crowded bar.Â
You had to beg Matty not to knock the guy out. He was totally livid. Youâve never heard his voice so loud and angry as he cursed the man out. Mattyâs hands were balled up at his sides, ready to punch before you managed to pull him away. Seeing him that mad was nothing compared to the silence heâs giving you right now, though. Itâs absolutely terrifying. You donât dare try and talk to him at all on the way home. He parks the car in front of his house, slamming the car door shut. He walks straight in the door, not bothering to walk around and open your car door like usual. Once you step inside the house, Matty snaps.Â
âWhat the fuck were you doing?â His face grows red with anger the longer he stands in front of you. Heâs not yelling, but his voice is firm. Pure rage oozing through his words.
âI donât know,â you reply. It was a stupid idea to try and get him mad in the first place. Thereâs no good way to talk your way out of this.
âOh! You donât know?â he pauses, taking a step towards you. Your back is pressed against the wall. His body corners you, keeping you in place. Mattyâs hand rises to grip the chain on your neck, pulling your head forward. A little M charm hangs from the necklace. Perfectly discreet. Just a cute little piece of jewelry. But to you two, itâs so much more than a necklace. âDo you remember what this means sweetheart?â His voice is thick, and deathly serious. Â You nod, not trusting your words, fully understanding how serious Matty is taking this. He gave you the necklace about two months ago. Before he put the necklace around your neck, he explained what it meant to him. How the necklace would symbolize your submission to him at all times. Only he could take it off your neck. You havenât removed it since that night.
âGo on say it,â Matty asks, snapping you out of your train of thought.
âIt means Iâm yours.â
âThatâs fucking right. Youâre mine. Only mine. No one elseâs. Mine. I own you.â Matty spits out.
You nod eagerly, eyes meeting the ground. His stare is too intense. Mattyâs hand is back at your jaw the second you look down, forcing your chin up so you meet his eyes. âIt looks like you need to be reminded who you belong to since that necklace isnât enough. Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes, and wait for me. Iâll be in there in a second.â He backs away from you, giving you room to walk around him.
You begin to protest, lightly grasping his sleeve, wanting him to come with you.Â
âDonât you fucking start.â He rips his sleeve from your hand. âObey me and go into the bedroom. Iâm going to take longer to come in there now. Your feet carry you to the bedroom instantly, listening without hesitation. After discarding all your clothes to the floor, you sit on the bed and wait.
Itâs at least half an hour before Matty opens the door and slowly walks in. His eyes burn into you, looking up and down at every part of your body. A mix of anger and lust clouds over his eyes.Â
âAre you going to tell me what that whole show you put on was about?â He steps towards you to stand in between your legs, raking a hand through your hair to force you to look at him. The tug stings at your scalp. âOr am I going to have to force it out of you? Iâm not going to take âI donât knowâ for an answer.â The way heâs looming over you makes all rational thought leave your head. You rack your brain for an answer to his question.
âI just- I wanted your attention thatâs all.â
âAww, poor thing was upset I wasnât paying enough attention to her, and then had to excuse myself to the bathroom. How sad.â He puts on a mocking frown as the grip in your hair tightens, making you wince. Heâs pulls you up to stand on shaky legs before he continues. âI canât leave you alone for a second before you go and act up. Always a good girl until I turn my back. Iâm fucking tired of it.â Mattyâs releases your hair, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You remain in front of him, completely bare. He still has all of his clothes on, having only loosened the top button of his shirt.
âBend over on my lap,â Matty says, adjusting his legs to give you a place to lean over. Your eyebrows rise in surprise at his words. Youâve always had to ask Matty to treat you roughly before he would do it. Heâs never gone as far to spank you without you asking for it first, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. Heâs beyond pissed right now. âWhy are you still standing there? Canât listen to simple orders? Are you that fucking stupid?â
âIâm sorry Matty. Iâm so sorry,â you apologize quickly, leaning over his lap, ass completely exposed. You jolt when his hand comes up to rest on it, gently massaging the flesh. A stark contrast of what you know is coming. The rings on his fingers send a chill to your skin, goosebumps spreading in their touch. His other arm locks around your waist, holding you still and keeping your body flush to his lap.
âYouâve been a very bad girl. Iâm going to spank you until my good girl is back. Got it?â
âYes sir.â You say, already slipping into the submissive headspace. He shifts beneath you. It doesnât matter how many times youâve called him that. It gets him every time.Â
âFifteen spanks. Youâre going to count after each one of them. Lose count and Iâll add another. Do you understand me?â
âYes sir. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you so mad.â Your voice is shaky and desperate for him to believe you.
âSorry isnât going to cut it this time sweetheart. You fucking knew what you were doing. Donât try and act like you didnât. I donât like it when other people touch whatâs mine, and you just let him.âÂ
The first slap comes down hard. The sound of his hand against your skin echoes throughout the room. A strangled gasp leaves your lips as you struggle to count like he requested. âO-oneâÂ
He doesnât say a word. Mattyâs hand comes down to slap your ass again the next second. Itâs at this point you remember his rings. They sting your skin when his hand meets your ass. âTwo.â
Heâs spanked you a few times before, but only while he was fucking you. This is a whole new scenario. You are powerless in his hands, bracing yourself for the next impact. Your position leaves you completely unaware of when his hand will spank you next.
Slap after slap you squirm in his grasp. Heâs eerily silent. The only sounds in the room are your cries and the sound of the spanks. The pain is unlike anything youâve ever felt before. The force behind Mattyâs strikes will bruise you. Youâre sure of it. The pain mixed with the submission sends heat to your core. Embarrassment ruins through you as you feel wetness drip down your thighs. You donât realize Matty feels your slick soak into his pants until he speaks again.Â
âAre you getting wet right now?â Matty says, a sound of shock in his voice. He spreads your legs to look for himself, making you hiss when he grabs your raw skin. He laughs when he sees the state between your thighs. âHa. You are. What a fucking slut, getting off on me spanking you. This is supposed to be a punishment, remember? God, youâre such a whore. You would probably thank me if I stopped right now and didnât get you off.â
His hand impacts you, hard. You feel the rings cut into your skin. You shudder on his lap, whimpering. His words only sent more heat down to your stomach, fueling the submissive headspace. Thereâs a lull as you prepare yourself for the next hit. Your skin is hot, throbbing from the rush of blood to the surface.Â
âAre you forgetting something?â He says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. His lips graze the skin of your neck. Shit. You forgot what number he was on. Fuck.Â
âIâm sorry sir I- I forgot Iâm sorry.â He straightens back up before he speaks again.
âSince apparently you donât remember how to count, that was number ten. Now Iâm going to sixteen.â He spanks you again, but this time itâs aimed towards your cunt. The pain rushes through you, making your head feel whoozy. You almost forget to count again.
âShit! E-eleven,â you manage to say, tears forming in your eyes.
By the time he reaches fourteen, youâre not sure you can take it. âMatty-Matty please itâs too much.â You choke out in between sobs. He pauses his hand, taking the time to gently touch your backside. He carefully rubs the skin back and forth, soothing it. Mattyâs giving you plenty of time to safe word if you need to stop. You know thatâs exactly what heâs doing, but you donât want to stop. You want him to keep doing whatever he wants. He can use you however he wants. When a moment passes, and you donât use the safe word he continues.Â
âShould have thought about this before you flirted with that motherfucker at the bar then, yeah? Now, shut up and take it.â
You notice though, that he eases up on the last few spanks. His hand comes down lighter, and on different spots. Heâs not focused on hitting the same place multiple times in a row like he was earlier. When his hand strikes you the final time, you gasp out the number.
âS-Sixteen.â
âThere we go. That wasnât so hard now, was it?â he prods, sarcasm in his voice. Heâs quiet again for a moment, taking in how you look. Youâre completely plaint on his lap, breathing heavily. Your ass is bright red, already swollen from the hits. On some places, he can make out his handprints. A perfect temporary mark of who you belong to. Matty notices where his rings had an impact on your ass, drawing blood on some parts on your skin. He would have to take those off before doing this next time.
You shift on his lap. The silence is driving you crazy. Your movements draw his attention to in between your legs. Right on his thigh lies a large wet spot from your arousal. Itâs only grown since he first noticed it. Â
âYou made a fucking mess all over me and my nice slacks. Clean it up. Now.â He says in your ear. Your mind is still hazy, buzzing with the adrenaline from the spanks.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHave you already gone stupid? I havenât even put my cock in you yet. What I mean isâŚâ Matty locks his fingers in your hair, pushing you off of his lap. âGet on your knees and clean it up. Make good use of that tongue of yours.â
It takes a second for the gears in your head to start turning again. Once you get it, you do as he says, lapping at the wet spot on his pants. His hard on is obvious through his slacks, but you focus on your task, licking until you can no longer taste yourself. Its nearly shameful how you look right now. On your knees mouthing at his pant leg just because he told you so. You canât find the nerve to look up at him. Your hands shake from adrenaline as you hold on tight to his legs to keep yourself up right.
Matty watches you, panting at the sight. Heâs curious how long it will take before you stop. Will you wait for his command? Or will you stop on your own. After five minutes pass and you havenât stopped, he has his answer.
âOkay. Thatâs enough.â You lean back, resting on your calves. You jaw aches, and so does your ass. Drool drips from your raw lips down your chin, landing on the floor. You look up at him, meeting his dark eyes and wait patiently for his next command. Part of you fears heâs going to walk out of the room and leave you here dripping with desire for him. Itâs what you deserve for egging him on earlier. Itâs what he should do.
âLook at you. Such a filthy whore. Youâd do anything I say wouldnât you?â You nod eagerly. A whine involuntarily escapes your lips. Oh, how bad you want him. To feel him fill you up and fuck you until you canât walk.
âUse your words, pet.â
âY-yes. Yes sir. Please please please.â
âWhat are you saying please for? Can you even string the words together? Or is that too much for you?â His harsh words only make the ache between your thighs worse. It shouldnât be turning you on this much, but all you want to be is his dumb whore. You want nothing more than to be a toy he can use whenever he wants.
âI need you sir. Please,â you beg.
âI should just leave you here, you know. Tie you up on the bed so you canât even touch yourself.â
âNo! No, no, no. Please Matty please I canât. Iâm so sorry please. Iâll never do it again, sir, I promise.â
âGet on the bed, now. Ass up,â he commands. You listen fast, standing up on shaky legs to crawl onto the bed. You follow his instructions, arching your back and holding yourself up with your arms. The sound of his belt unbuckling rings through the room. The next second you hear his clothes land on the floor. You whine when you feel the bed dip beneath his body as he moves behind you.
Without warning, he slams into you. Heâs not slow, or gentle. Mattyâs hands hold your waist in a bruising grip as his thrusts into you at a brutal pace. His cock fills every inch of your cunt. Your arms fail to hold you up, and you fall onto your face on the pillows, trying to take what he gives you. His movements make the headboard slam into the wall. If you thought the spanking earlier was him letting out his anger, you were wrong. This is him letting on his anger on you, by fucking you harder than he ever has.
You whine and gasp into the pillow. Mattyâs hitting spots heâs never hit before. You begin to lose yourself fast, falling deep into pleasure.
âFucking little cock slut, so tight around me. You love this donât you? Being used by me like a fuck toy.â He moves a hand from your hip to rest on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress. âThatâs all youâre good for right? To be a stupid little cock sleeve for me?â The mattress muffles your cries.
His body shifts as he moves to wrap an arm around your waist. Mattyâs arm keeps your hips flush to his. Your arms canât hold you up anymore. Mattyâs hips speed up and the change in angle makes you scream.
âFuck- Matty oh god-â All you can do is hold onto the sheets as he pounds into you. His hand that isnât around your waist wraps around your neck, applying light pressure while he holds your head up.
âNo one can fuck you like I can.â His voice is hot in your ear. âSay it. Fucking say it.â He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust, tightening the grip on your throat. Stars start to appear in your vision.
âNo- No one can fuck me like you can, sir.â You choke out. âIâm yours. Only yours.â
Matty releases your throat, and the blood rushes back up to your head. All the stimulation is becoming too much. Youâre buzzing at the skin. The haze in your mind increases. The world melts around you. The pleasure builds rapidly in your stomach, but you didnât want to come without his permission. You needed his permission before you came.
âSirâ Iââ a moan interrupts your sentence as he thrusts harder. Tears pool in your eyes. âPlease sir. Please Iâve been soâ good. Please I need to comeâ I need you s-so bad Matty. W-want your cum in me p-please.â
Matty flips you around to lay on your back. Itâs only then he realizes how close you are to sub space if you werenât already there. Your eyes are glassed over. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your hands clutch at his back desperately. Desperate to stay grounded. His eyes soften immediately at the sight of you. Mattyâs language changes in an instant. Words of praise pour out of his mouth. âOkay baby, Iâll make you come for me yeah? Youâre so fucking good around me with your cunt squeezing me like this. You feel how deep I am?â His hand presses down at your lower stomach. You can feel his cock move inside of you with every thrust. A cry leaves your lips at the feeling, and he presses down harder. âThis cunt was made for me. No one else can fill you up like I do, can they?â
Mattyâs not looking for an answer. He thinks youâre already too far gone to speak, but you prove him wrong. âO-only y-you sirââ you slur out. Itâs barely coherent.
âShitââ Matty falters his thrusts, trying to hold on for you. âSuch a good girl fuck. Youâve been such a good girl for me. You can come. Go on sweetheart, youâve done so well.â As soon as his hand comes up to circle your clit, youâre gone. You sob, digging your nails into his back as euphoria washes over you. Itâs a pleasure like youâve never felt before. Your grip on Matty loosens, body going slack in his arms. Your surroundings blur around you, melting together into one. This is sub space. You can barely move a muscle, let alone speak now. Whimpers leave your throat with every thrust of his cock. All you know is that Matty is on top of you chasing his own pleasure. Heâll keep you safe, and thatâs all that matters.
Matty strokes your hair gently, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. âShhh sweetheart, Iâve got you. Iâm right here.â He presses kisses into your neck. Itâs the first time his lips have been on you all evening. âAlmost there, baby. Almost there,â Matty groans. His hips grow sloppy as he nears his climax. Heâs babbling on, fueled by love and devotion for you. The fact you feel safe enough to let go in his arms drives him crazy. âIâm going to fill you up, yeah? Put a baby in you. Then everyone will know your mine. Belly all swollen with my baby. Fuckââ Matty spills inside of you with a final trust, filling you up deep. He falls on top of you and holds you close. Only a moment passes before he goes into aftercare mode. Mattyâs careful to dictate everything he does, even though he knows you canât really hear him. Youâre floating, barely attached to your body. He pulls out of you gently, and you whine at the loss of contact. âI know baby. I have to go get the stuff to clean you up, okay? Iâm not going anywhere; Iâll be right back.â He walks off quickly to the bathroom, grabbing the stuff he needs after putting on a clean pair of boxers.
When he returns to your side, his eyes are drawn to the fresh tears running down your face. You muster every ounce of strength you can to grab onto his arm. The grip of your hand is weak, but you need to touch him.
âIâm here sweetheart. Iâm not going to leave you again I promise.â He begins to clean you up using the warm rag he brought from the bathroom. Mattyâs careful as he wipes at your center and thighs. Once heâs finished, he speaks again. You can hear him more clearly this time. The world is getting less fuzzy. âIâm going to turn you over now so you can lay on your stomach.â He moves you easily with his strong arms. Heâs wiping down your backside next. You wince when the rag grazes your raw skin. Matty works quickly to limit the amount of time heâs touching you. He grabs a tin of ointment that he set down on the size table earlier. âIâm sorry love, this is going to sting. Itâll help it heal faster though, promise.â His hands work the ointment into your skin, making sure to cover every spot from earlier.
When heâs finished, he crawls in bed next to you. Matty leaves a gap between you two in case you want space, but thatâs the last thing you want. You turn to your side and reach towards him. He understands the message and pulls you up onto him so you can lay on his chest. His hands comb through your hair, soothing you. âDo you need anything else my love? Thereâs water on the nightstand and a snack if you need it.â You shake your head no into his chest. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you is all you need.
âMatty?â you croak out. Your voice is small and weak, but he still understands it.
âYes baby?â
âI-I love you.â
âI love you too baby.â He kisses your forehead, and his arms pull you close. âSo fucking much.â
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Twist around the lounge - George Daniel & Matty Healy
A/N: i've been writing since 10am also this is barely spellchecked @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff ur a legendary beta thank u for fixing the fuckass formatting xx
wc: 5k
content warnings: super gay, smut, fluff, kissing, power dynamics, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs, begging, teasing, threesome, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, so gay, pain kink, cumplay, sub! matty, switch(?)! george, shy G oh my god, they get high moments before they fuck so tw for that, allusions to pegging (i reckon that isn't even a warning but better be safe xx)
âWhat happened to âgirls donât roll their own spliffs?ââ George comments as you drag your tongue along the paper, the question directed at Matty. You roll your eyes dramatically, holding your hand as George passes you the lighter and you flick it on, rotating for an even burn. Matty shakes his head from across you, adjusting his legs under him he wipes his thumb on the glass of the coffee table.
âThere's some things I'm willing to give up.â he settles on a vague answer, eyes darting over your face as you chuckle at the implication. Your legs shift over Georgeâs lap to a more comfortable position as you take the first drag, letting the smoke curl around you in pretty patterns.
Passing the lit spliff to Matty, you pick at your nails as you let the hazy sensation take over your body, though it's not quite as strong as youâd like.
A soft breeze from the open window kisses your skin and you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling. George lets his arms splay out on either side in a relaxed manner, sucking in a deep breath as he watches Matty inhale the smoke, his eyes drooping closed when it hits him, a lazy smile spreading onto his face. Â
Matty blows an O in your direction and you catch it like a kiss, shooting him a wink. Too distracted by you looking at him, Matty manages to fumble the spliff, letting it drop into the sliver of skin exposed by the mid-length black skirt heâs wearing.
âFuckâ shit, fucking bullshit-â he curses, brushing hot ash off his leg, hissing in discomfort.Â
âHm, I thought you liked pain?â you joke, eyeing him up and down in a teasing manner, giggling quietly. George perks up slightly at your words, his eyes darting between you and Matty.
âNot like that, you know well enough the type I enjoy.â he breathes, wiping his fingers on his skirt to rid them of the black residue from the ash, going to take another drag.Â
You expect a fucked off groan from George, the typical annoyed expression youâre used to replaced by one of undeniable intrigue, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. Matty looks up, a bit confused at the lack of conversation, a heavy silence falling over the three of you. George runs an unsteady hand through his hair as Matty blows smoke, his eyes getting visibly redder as the seconds tick by.Â
The silence is broken by Georgeâs deep voice, timid and unsure.
âWhat do you mean he likes⌠uhm- pain?â The end of his sentence is punctuated by an uncharacteristic voice crack, your eyes narrowing at the odd question. It takes a few seconds for the words to finally register as Matty hands George the spliff, their hands lingering in a way that could be labeled as more than platonic if you looked close enough.
The more you look, the faster the gears in your head turn. You can see a thousand thoughts running through Mattyâs mind as George stares at both of you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the obscenity of the question. It finally clicks for Matty when he sees him looking at the bit of skin visible over the collar of his shirt, littered with multicolored hickeys and bite marks.
âOh you know, just likeâŚ.â you trail off, moving your legs from their position on Georgeâs lap, sitting up in a more normal position.
âI like it when she pulls my hair.â Mattyâs bluntness almost makes you cringe, but the feeling of embarrassment is curbed by the look on Georgeâs face, his lips parted in surprise at the answer. The curly haired boy smirks at you mischievously, eyes flicking between you and George, waiting for one of you to answer.
âOh, uhmâ thats-â George stutters, his voice incredibly meek right before Matty cuts him off.
âReally fucking hot? Yeah, mate, you wouldn't believe.â your eyes widen at the conversation being held right now, and you try to gather your words to steer it away from whatever this was, hoping and praying Matty hadn't spooked George into never wanting to speak to either of you ever again.
âYeah, it is.â George breathes, no stutter in sight as Matty watches his every move, acting accordingly. In what feels like a fraction of a second, you suddenly feel the weight of a body in your lap, and it takes a moment to realize its Matty, straddling you like George isnât sitting two fucking feet away from you.
His lips catch yours in a searing hot kiss, all tongue and teeth as our mouths work against each other, quiet wet sound filling the space as you feel Georgeâs eyes on you, shamelessly staring.Â
âSee? I was right.â Matty murmurs against your lips, vaguely gesturing in the direction of an incredibly flustered George, his confidence unfaltering. You pull away for a few moments, cocking your head in confusion as you see him set the spliff down in the corner of your eye, bright pink ashtray glimmering in the dim light.
âOur little Georgie here,â he cuts himself off with another peck to your bruised lips before continuing. âlikes to watch, don't you, love?â The pet name makes George visibly twitch, Mattyâs sultry words evoking something primal in him, something heâd never felt before. You feel his hand trail down your chest, grazing over your nipples as he caresses your skin, his touch tantalizing. Turning your head slightly, you see a sight that will be ingrained into your frontal lobe until the day you die. Georges nods, confirming Mattyâs suspicions and you gasp as curls brush under your jaw, hot lips pressed to your collarbones.Â
The energy in the room shifts dramatically as George makes a move towards the two of you. He opens his mouth to speak once, twice, until he finally manages to force a string of words out.
âW-what elseââ Matty stops, turning towards him with a look of encouragement, nodding at the clearly nervous blonde.
âWhat else does sheâ does she do..?â The question is directed at Matty, his eyes avoiding you at all costs, too shy to even look at you properly.
âFuck, she makes me hurt so good, mâdizzy even thinking âbout it.â
George's breath hitches and you can tell he's turned on by the way Matty moans the words, grinning maniacally at the both of you, this whole situation like a dream come true for him.
âSee this?â Matty hooks his fingers into the collar of his shirt, pulling it down to reveal a myriad of bruises and marks, flaunting them to George. You can see a small part of him wish George would touch him, run the rough pads of his fingers over his pale skin, maybe even press down onto the fresh splotches of color.
âGot a bit too annoying so she put me in my place, marked me up all pretty.â Endless nights spent holding him down, murmuring into his ear, your mouth attached to his throat as he whines spin in your head, the memories going straight between your legs as you absentmindedly spread them, and action not going unnoticed by Matty.
âFucking hell.â George mutters, entranced by the scene in front of him, trying to convince himself he was dreaming. You don't even notice how close he really is until Matty grabs the edge of his half unbuttoned shirt, smashing his lips against his. A startled gasp escapes George before he melts into the kiss and Matty moans, licking into his mouth at a dizzying pace.Â
Your heart beats against your ribcage when George threads his dominant hand into his curls, tugging experimentally. The action is tentative, unsure, but Mattyâs wanton groan spurs him on, a sudden rush of confidence making him pull harder, earning more sounds from him. A high pitched moan spills from Mattyâs lips as George slips his tongue past them, the sight pornographic as you watch them, eyes darting between the two men.Â
Letting out a groan of protest when Matty pulls away, you catch the beginnings of a smirk right before George presses his lips to yours, his stubble scratching along your chin roughly. It feels different yet so, so fucking good as he groans into your mouth.
âFuck, that's so hot.â Matty breathes, running his fingers through his hair, still perched in your lap as George continues kissing you frantically, wanting to feel every inch of your lips.Â
You barely notice Matty sinking to his knees while George keeps you busy, your eyes screwed shut tightly as a carnal desire takes over your body, lighting every fiber of it aflame. Both of them can visibly see how worked up you are the moment Matty slides your shorts down your thighs, your hips lifting to help him out. There's a visible wet patch on the front of your panties, one that makes George gasp when he sees it, breaking the kiss.Â
âOh, don't stop on my account.â Matty pouts, not liking this you-and-George-not-kissing turn of events. George catches your lips again, the kiss searing hot as his hand finds your jaw, his chest pressed up to the side of your body.
âGorgeous, isn't she?â you giggle at Mattyâs words, letting one of your hands thread through his hair as he mouths along your thigh, licking over your clothed cunt. His fingers play with the hem of the cotton, making you shiver at the coldness of his fingers against your skin.Â
âYou should see him in a bit of silk, takes your fucking breath away.â you whisper to George, quietly wondering if he did have a pretty little number on under that skirt of his.
âFuck, seriously?â George says, almost to himself, looking down and locking eyes with Matty. Matty rests his cheek on your thigh, his fingers slowly pushing the fabric of your panties to the side.
âShame I didn't have time to prepare, would've even gotten those pretty little garters out. Love those, don't you?â You nod, smiling at George as the mental image flickers in front of his eyes, fantasies running wild in his mind.Â
You feel rough fingers against the skin of your stomach, and you realize what the blonde is hinting at.
âCan I..â he trails off before he can even finish his sentence and you nod, urging him to rid you of the unnecessary material. A choked gasp spills from his lips when he realizes the lack of bra under your top, his hands shamelessly groping your tits as you moan, fingers toying with your nipples meanly.Â
His mouth finds the space between your tits, leaving aggressive marks in his wake as Matty watches the scene in front of him unfold, licking his bottom lip. Mattyâs fingers dip under your underwear, applying pressure to your clit making your hips buck upward, searching for more pleasure as Matty grins up from below you.
âFuckâ youâre so tight.â he murmurs as his digits sink into you, stroking against your walls at a dizzying pace, your head spinning at the blinding ecstasy.Â
A desperate moan escapes you as George feels you up, your chest looking eerily similar to Mattyâs as your nails dig into the cushions of the sofa, your feeble attempt at grounding yourself. Matty presses soft kisses to the inside of your thigh as you writhe under his touch, sucking lightly and leaving similar marks to George, if not a bit less harsh.Â
âMatty, pleaseâ mâso close.â you whine, cut off by Georgeâs lips against yours, all the oxygen in your lungs being knocked out of them in a split second, leaving you feeling weightless. Your vision is blurry as your orgasm approaches, the coil in your belly winding impossibly tight as Mattyâs hand reaches up to graze your stomach reassuringly. A rough hand grabs yours and you open your eyes fully to realize it's Georgeâs, smiling softly as Matty brings you to that delicious edge.
You cum with a whimper of his name, gripping the blondeâs hand so tightly you might've cut off the blood supply to his fingertips, pleasure washing over you in tidal waves, your hips unabashedly grinding down onto Mattyâs fingers. Â
It takes a few minutes for you to properly come to, your chest heaving with effort as Matty kisses your thighs sweetly, gazing up into your eyes. A beat of silence passes between the three of you as you and Matty exchange silent conversation, George blinking rapidly at what he had just witnessed. He still felt like he was dreaming, his whole body floating above the mortal plane as you move to get up, Matty shuffling to the side to make his way between Georgeâs legs, giving you space to do the same.
âYou don't have toâ I can just-â he stutters, so unsure of himself it's adorable, his face flushed a deep shade of red. You smile to yourself as Matty speaks, his confident tone having a visible effect on the boy above you.
âDo you want us to? Because I want you both so fucking bad.â Mattyâs hands grope George's thighs, playing with the buckle of his belt cheekily as he peers up at him, his eyes dancing with desire.Â
âLet him take these off you, hm?â You trace your fingers over his stomach where his shirt had ridden up slightly, making him twitch. The movement reminds you of Matty, yet still starkly different.
âYeah, okayâ fuck.â he groans as delicate hands unbuckle his belt, the clinking of metal making your heart thrum in your chest in anticipation. Mattyâs fingers start unbuttoning his jeans, stealing a glance at your face, signaling you to take over. Georgeâs cock is hard, precum leaking from his tip as he strains against his grey boxers, a sight you commit to memory
Mattyâs now free hands grip the back of your head, pulling you into a messy kiss, so clearly for show it makes your head spin at the mere implication that George was getting turned on from watching you. Your hand finds the front of Georgeâs boxers, palming his cock through them as soft groans fill the room, his legs shaking at the sudden stimulation.
âSo ready for us, hm? Should've done this earlier if it got me that.â Matty gestures to the blonde's face, scrunched up in ecstasy as you take him out of the confines of his underwear, fisting the base of his cock. Settling into a more comfortable position on your knees, you take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as George gasps, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure.Â
Matty takes the few spare seconds to grab at the hem of his shirt, sliding it off of him to reveal his bare chest, glistening with sweat and adorned in tattoos. The sight of him half naked never ceases to make you stutter, the low rise of his skirt only adding to the inherent erotic energy surrounding him.
It takes effort to take all of him into your mouth, Matty watching intently as you choke, sputtering on his cock with spit dribbling down your chin obscenely.
âLook how well sheâs taking you, feels so fucking good I bet.â Matty reaches down to touch himself to the scene in front of him, letting his face fall onto one of George's thighs. Soft whimpers and moans spill from his lips, barely audible over Georgeâs masculine groans, the juxtaposition making you feel lightheaded as one of his hands finds its way to the top of your head, resting there.Â
âPleaseâ fuck, feels so good. Keep doing tha- ohhh shit, fuck.â The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Matty presses an encouraging hand to your lower back. One glance up makes your breath hitch. George isnât looking at you, but at Matty, his hand disappearing under the waistband of his velvety skirt, squeezing himself through his underwear. The air is charged with lust, the eye contact between the two men so intense you can feel it in your bones.Â
Mattyâs eyes are glazed over with desperation, the sight of you getting George off fulfilling every fantasy heâs ever had. Heâs sure nothing could ever top this, silently begging this wouldn't be the last time it would happen. Matty brushes strands of hair out of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as you deepthroat George, tears threatening to spill at the effort.
You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a low groan following as his hand goes slack in your hair, his hips bucking involuntarily. Sincere apologies spill from his lips and you pull off him, wiping your mouth and assuring him everything was alright, offering him a sickeningly sweet smile like you didn't just have his cock down your throat.Â
âMake him cum, darling, I wanna see him cumâ shit.â Matty whines, eyes begging you. You nod, a smirk spreading onto your face as you take George back into your mouth, his immediate groans of pleasure letting you know just how close he really is. Matty watches as you manage to not gag, making George throw his head back in ecstasy, moaning your name like a prayer.Â
The thing that finally does him in? Mattyâs hand grazing over the skin of his arm, making him spill into your mouth with a cry, the musky taste of his cum filling your senses. George shakes, actually shakes at the force of his orgasm, hair sticking to his forehead. An idea pops into your head moments before you swallow, and you turn your head to Matty, tapping his bottom lip with your index finger.
Mattyâs eyes widen as he realizes what you want to do, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he opens it. You let cum drop into his mouth, some of it missing and hitting his lips, a pornographic moan ripping itself from Mattyâs throat at the salty, distinct taste of George.
âLove tasting you on my tongue, shit.â Matty mutters at George, growing impossibly harder at the eroticism of it all, his cock visibly tenting his skirt.Â
You lick a stripe up the side of his neck, bringing your wet lips to his ear and whispering into it.
âGet up on the sofa for me baby, let's get you off.â you speak, your words sultry and coated with thick honey, making both Matty and George shiver.Â
The curly haired boy nods frantically at your request, scrambling up to find his seat next to George, still panting from his recent orgasm, and the proximity to Matty definitely not helping his current state. You let out a sigh Matty knows all too well, searching your expression to decode what you really meant. It clicks for him when your eyes flicker over to Georgeâs lap, grinning wildly as he clocks it, draping one of his legs over George in a heartbeat.Â
Using his body weight to hoist himself to a sitting position, he relishes in the surprised sounds George makes, stuttering over his words while trying to process the events unfolding. Something shifts when Matty makes direct eye contact with him, that sight probably the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your life.
âGod, youâre so pretty.â George mutters, his lips inches away from Mattyâs as they both breathe heavily.
âHe is, isn't he?â you grin, your thoughts running wild as your eyes dart around the space, your breath hitching when they land on the discarded leather belt right in front of you, innocent and unassuming.  Â
Matty is the one who initiates the kiss, immediately taking Georgeâs bottom lip between his teeth, biting down meanly as the blonde gasps into his mouth, pupils completely blown out. Both of them are completely breathless, too caught up in each other to notice you get up and circle around to stand behind Matty, leather in hand.
Mattyâs eyes fly open when he feels you grab his arms suddenly, the belt clamped between your teeth as you pull them back, a small yelp spilling from his lips. George notices your movements, knitting his eyebrows in confusion before he realizes that youâre restraining him, the thought making his heart race. The metal clinking is deafeningly loud as his movement is restricted, a high-pitched whine leaving Matty.
âHe loves this, look at how hard he is.â you say, your lips pressed to Georgeâs ear as Mattyâs hips twitch, bucking up against nothing, desperate for any kind of friction. Heâs been hard for the better part of an hour now, watching and talking but never getting off. You see George hesitate, his hand ghosting over the bulge under his skirt while Matty yearns for his touch, eyes pleading with both of you simultaneously. Â
âTouch him baby, promise he doesn't bite.â you coo, letting your fingers linger on the leather, tracing the small designs of the belt.
âUnless you want me to.â he bites his lip at George, earning a chuckle from both you and him. The lip bite, despite being ironic, still made something in you stir.Â
âI donât know howâ iâve never-â George whispers, deathly afraid of messing up, afraid of ruining this perfect moment.
âIt's alright love, justââ Matty speaks, cocking his head in a sweet manner as George looks at him, red dusting his otherwise pale cheeks.
âDo what you do to yourself when youâre alone, yeah?â Matty reassures him, writhing against the restraints as George tentatively palms his cock over the velvety material.
The thought of George getting himself off is something you file away for later, the mental imagine making the heat between your legs grow exponentially, and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of that pressure. Â
âAh, fuck.â Matty whimpers, and you see the blonde flipping the fabric of his skirt up against his stomach, the clothing bunching up at his waist.
âLook how much he wants you, basically begging for you to get him off.â you speak slowly, drinking in the scene in front of you with a primal hunger, the bulge in Mattyâs boxers adorned with a wet patch on the front of them.Â
âSo responsive, isnât he?âÂ
Matty whimpers as George finally reaches into his boxers, taking him out and wrapping a hand around his leaking cock, beads of precum bubbling at the tip. George mirrors the movements he uses on himself, eyes searching the other boyâs expression for any sign of discomfort. Instead, heâs met with a blissed out Matty, face contorting in pleasure as Georgeâs hand works him, using his precum as lube.
âHear that?â you speak, taking in Matty writhing against George, wet lips parted as his eyes droop shut in ecstasy, wanton whines filling the room. You can see abandoned spliff in the ashtray across from you, last remnants of smoke curling in the air as the weed goes to waste, reminding you of how this situation even came to be.
âThose are the same noises he makes when I fuck him.â Your inflection makes the sentence all the more erotic as George stares at both of you wide-eyed, scenes playing out in his mind like a film.
âY-you-â He stutters and you nod, Mattyâs face flushing in a way you don't quite recognise. Heâs embarrassed. A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you realize this, finally finding his Achilles heel. That spot was George.
âYeah, and he takes it, takes whatever I give him. Heâll take whatever you give him, too.â A choked whine leaves Mattyâs lips as you speak about him like he isnt even there. He leans forward, resting his cheek in the crook of Georgeâs neck as he makes eye contact with you, fucking panting like a dog in heat.Â
âShit, your hand feels so fucking good.â Matty whimpers, his cock twitching in George's grip as he speeds up his movements, basking in the curly haired boy's praise. Sweat makes Mattyâs curls stick to his forehead, his bare chest glistening in the dim light of the living room. You watch as George gets him off, so blatantly turned on by the boy in his lap that it's genuinely laughable.Â
âLet me see you, wanna see your pretty face.â George mutters against Mattyâs hair, catching you both by surprise. Matty pulls back, a clear look of arousal at the boyâs words, his lips parted in a way that shows you heâs so, so close to the edge it's physically painful for him.Â
âMake me cum, pleaseâ iâm so fucking close, feels so good, G, fuckk.â Matty braces himself as you trail your fingers up and down his spine, shivers blooming through his whole body as his orgasm rushes at him full throttle. Georgeâs hand squeezes his cock roughly, the slight note of pain sending white-hot pleasure straight to Mattyâs lower half, making him moan desperately as George murmurs against his jaw.
The audible sounds of frustration as Matty pulls at the belt restraining his arms is incredibly hot, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe along his throat as he gasps, the stimulation feeling like pure heaven
âThat's it, baby, let go for us, doing so well.â George groans, his commanding tone of voice sending Matty hurling over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him so violently tears start to stream down his face as he cums all over Georgeâs stomach and his own, panting their skin as you watch, a soft noise slipping past your lips.
George works Matty through his high, watching every reaction, expression, and movement he offers him, his hand steadily slowing down as Mattyâs full body twitches subside, high.pitched pants and whines spilling from his lips as he closes his eyes, basking in the afterglow.
âFuck- that was.â   Â
âThe hottest thing youâve ever seen?â You smirk, finishing his sentence for him with a cheeky wink. It takes a few beats for George to fully come down from his power trip, eyes darting between you and Matty as he registers the compromising position he is currently in. You notice his slight panic, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, acting as his tether to reality.Â
âIs this going to happen again?â The question is heavy on the three of you for a moment, but eye contact with Matty tells you he already has an answer.
âDo you want it to?â Though he is still restrained, Matty is as cocky as ever, raising his eyebrows at George in a teasing manner. You watch as George gathers his words, your heart thrumming against your ribcage in anticipation.Â
âThat depends,â George says, sounding confident.Â
âDepends on what?â Matty cocks his head and you mirror the movement, equally as confused at his statement. The curly haired boy is still out of breath, his panting ruining the calm and collected demeanor he tries so desperately to portray.  Â
âDepends if you take it as well as she says you do.â he gestures to you, your smirk growing as Matty flushes a deep shade of crimson, squirming under Georgeâs touch as he rests his hands on his velvet covered hips. You chuckle quietly before answering, making deliberate eye contact with George and George only.
âOh trust me, my sweet G, he does.â Â
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The one where Matty reads smut to you
I don't know what to call this but it was fun to write! Shout out Matty reading part of 50 Shades of Grey in like 2015
Fem! Reader
Contains: dom! Matty, him making fun of her shitty romance novel, Matty reading smut to her, recreation of book scene, fingering in front of a mirror, blink and you miss it pussy spanking, praise (good girl)
WC: ~2.8k
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Matty discovers his girlfriendâs secret reading habits and canât resist recreating one of the scenes.Â
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You can feel Mattyâs eyes on you without even having to look up from the pages in your hands. A smile twitches at your lips. Itâs like a little game, pretending you canât feel his gaze drinking you in, admiring the way the sunlight streams through the window. The way the light graces you, bathing your skin in glowing warmth. For a man who prides himself on his talent with words, he finds himself speechless. He doesnât mind it one bit.Â
Youâd been immersed in your book for hours. Admittedly, itâs not high-brow reading in the slightest. But when life is so serious, sometimes a shitty, steamy romance novel is exactly the remedy you need. Sometimes, you like to disappear into the dynamics of someone elseâs life where things are simple and clean-cut. Predictable.
Unhurried, Matty pushes his weight off of the doorframe, padding across the floor to you as you lay on the couch, your book comfortably resting in your lap. He leans down, his necklace dangling in front of your face as he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flicker away from the pages when you feel his lips press to your forehead with such tenderness that your heart swoons. You listen to his soft hum as you reach up to cup his face, your fingers naturally finding their place against his jaw.Â
âHi, baby. What have you got there?â he says softly, trailing a hand down your arm absentmindedly.Â
âJust a silly romance book,â you answer, marking your page before handing him the book.Â
He takes it from you, motioning for you to scoot over on the sofa to make room for him. Curled up at your side, Matty runs his finger down the spine of the book, observing the cover with a squinted, analytical stare. You already know heâs going to have plenty of opinions just from the art on the front alone.Â
âYouâre not gonna like it. Iâm sorry, itâs not philosophical, foreign literature,â you joke, causing him to scoff.Â
âOh god. Donât start with me, miss,â he murmurs, his eyes flickering over the title, âWell, I certainly donât read about kissing and stuff but Iâm not above trashy reading sometimes. I suppose I always thought these books were for grandmothers and like, desperate housewives.â
âTheyâre not just for grandmas and housewives!âÂ
âAlright, alright. Forgive me,â Matty chuckles, kissing your shoulder apologetically, âWhatâs this one about then?â
You give him a look. An untrusting one. Matty looks at you right back, cocking an eyebrow.
âYouâre gonna laugh at me.âÂ
âNo, I wonât. I swear. Tell me.â
Sighing, you watch as he cracks open the book, beginning to leaf through the pages, smirking to himself as he scans over words with eager eyes. He nudges you with his elbow expectantly, waiting for a synopsis of the story that feels increasingly dumber and more cliche the more you think about how to explain it. But, damn it, youâre allowed to read something silly and romantic in your free time if you want!
"She's a princess and he's the knight bound to protect her. He's kind of roguish, and she's never really experienced anything, she's bound to the castle most of the time but sheâs still a badass. They fall in love even though they know they can't,â you mutter, watching his smirk grow wider, clearly amused. âAh, I see. Classic, cheesy, forbidden romance shit,â he nods, glancing over at you with a glint in his eyes (one that means heâs about to say something stupid). âIs the knight hot? Does he have a big sword?â
âYeah. Huge,â you snort, making Matty cackle in response, flipping through random pages, only making you feel more on edge. You should survive this as long as he doesnât come across a few particular partsâŚ
He scans over a passage, his brows furrowing slightly as he goes, seeming thoroughly unimpressed by the author. You listen as he mutters the words to himself under his breath, practically being able to see how heâs mentally tearing it to shreds as his eyes catch over the sappy dialogue and paragraphs of woeful yearning.Â
âChrist. How many times is she going to use the word âlongingâ? This is⌠terrible.â
âWould you stop being a critic for once? Itâs sweet,â you protest, finding the pining endearing. Youâve always been a slow-burn lover at heart.Â
Matty groans, yet he continues to read on, underwhelmed but curiously hooked at the same time. Just as youâd begun to lay your head on his chest to relax, he lets out a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners with mirth.Â
âOh, heâs not just protecting her, heâs âtrailing his calloused hands down her curves, his hands rough from years of wielding his swordâ,â he reads before making an exaggerated moan, fanning himself with his hand dramatically.Â
You feel your stomach drop. You know exactly what chapter heâs reading from and it only gets more indecent from there. You pick your head up, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as, to your horror, he begins to read directly from the pages.Â
ââHer breasts heaved as he unhooked her corset, his rough hands against her pale skin as he lays her on the silken sheetsâ. Wow, I take it all back, this is better than I thought, you didnât say they fuck.â
You sputter, realizing you should have known better than to let him get his hands on your novel. Youâre never going to hear the end of this now. God help you, the look on his face is absolutely wicked.Â
"But it's not just physical between them! He loves her more than anything and wants to show her what sheâs been deprived of,â you shake your head, trying to snatch the book back to no avail, âYou donât get it, itâs for the girls, Matty.â
Matty rolls his eyes, chuckling at the heated scene that is unfolding on the pages before him, holding the book out of your reach. âSweetheart, you can defend it however you want, this is absolutely filthy. Youâre sitting here, casually reading pornography. Doesnât matter if itâs âgirlyâ.â
He leafs through the pages with the intent to get you thoroughly worked up, jabbing his finger at the page when he finds a particularly lewd section. Heâs having far too much fun with this and he knows it.
âI mean, seriously, listen to this part. âHis stare was piercing through her as he let her feel the stiffness of his pulsing member.â Babe,â he chuckles in disbelief, âHorrid word choice there, so unsexy. I mean, just say dick.â
âMatty! Are you seriously doing this right now? Give it back,â you protest with heated cheeks, trying to reach for the novel just for Matty to hold it further away from you.Â
âNo, no. Weâre just getting to the good parts now, lemme see,â he grins wolfishly, curling up closer to you so his lips are brushing against your ear, ââManeuvering her to sit in front of the tall, gilded mirror, the knight slips her silk nightgown over her waist. With his fingers on her delicate jaw, guiding her gaze forward, he lets his opposite hand smooth down her bodyâŚââ
You can feel the air between you change as the detailed, obscene words begin to slip from his lips with ease. He has one hand holding the book while the other slides over your waist, stirring warmth inside of you as he gently moves his fingers back and forth. His tone has dropped down to a low, sultry murmur, a shiver racing down your spine at the slight rasp in your ear, the hairs standing up at the back of your neck. The tips of your ears burn every time he emphasizes dirtier words, rubbing little circles against your hip as he drawls to you about how the knight is tearing off her panties. The chapter is salacious enough as is, but the way he reads it to you makes it feel downright foul.Â
â... âShe could feel an unfamiliar pressure building inside of her as he slowly curled his calloused finger upward, his thumb rubbing in tight circles against her heat, staring at her through the mirrorâs reflectionâ,â Matty whispers, his breath hot, fanning against your skin.
Heâs having a harder time focusing on the words when he can feel you getting increasingly warmer as you cling to his side, the heat radiating off of your skin from beneath your clothes. He doesnât miss the way your hips squirm slightly, the crackling tension thickening the air between you as he reads. Matty canât help but glance at you periodically, the unmistakable lust in your lidded eyes making him ache.Â
You canât take it any longer, it feels like your entire body is buzzing with need, warmth coursing through you endlessly, pooling deep inside of you. You cut him off mid-word by turning your head and pressing your lips to his heatedly. Matty moans into your mouth, letting the book tumble to the floor as he moves to roughly grasp your hips with both hands, pulling you flush against his frame.Â
âDirty girl,â he mumbles against your lips, kissing you with enough fervor to make your head spin.Â
Your hands cling to his shirt, letting his tongue slip past your lips as his eager fingers roam, groping and feeling you as he pleases. Your breath shudders as Matty pulls away to mouth under your jawline, alternating between heated kisses and nips of his teeth.Â
âDoes it get you hot when youâre reading it, babe? Thinking about the knight fucking his princess?â he rasps, grabbing a handful of your ass.Â
You can only whimper in response, your head tilting back to give Matty more room to continue his loving assault on your neck, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin.Â
âYeah, I bet it does,â he mumbles, laving his tongue over a faded love bite just above your collarbones.Â
Matty slides his hands to the backs of your thighs, scooping you up with your legs around his waist. As he carries you from the couch to your bedroom, you canât resist grinding a little against the front of his gray sweatpants, feeling him twitch beneath the fabric. He digs his fingers into your hips, youâre not quite sure if itâs as a warning or to encourage you. You love it either way.Â
Just as you think heâs about to lay you down on the crisp sheets of your bed, Matty lowers you to the ground in front of your floor-length mirror, pulling you to sit in his lap with your legs spread, just like in the book. He taps your thigh, signaling for you to lift your hips, allowing him to slide off your pajama shorts.Â
With an approving sigh, Matty smooths his hands out over your inner thighs, making a shiver skitter down your spine with tingling warmth. He coos, settling his chin on top of your shoulder as he stares at your body through the mirror.Â
âAw, you really liked me reading to you, baby. Look at yourself. Youâre soaked through,â he admires, parting your legs wider to allow you a look at your dampened panties.
Matty skims his hand up your thigh with a murmur of âdonât look awayâ as he starts to feel over the darkened fabric of your underwear. You shudder, your lashes fluttering at the sensations that begin to stir at just the light brush of his calloused fingertips. You can feel your cheeks flush brighter at this new perspective, watching the two of you in the reflection of the mirror, seeing not only Mattyâs reactions but also your own. You get to see the expressions that Matty loves so dearly when heâs making you fall apart, telling you how pretty you are. You do look pretty like this, with your skin flushed and your chest heaving with desire.Â
Agonizingly slowly, he presses two fingers against your panties, rubbing in little circles over your clit just to make you squirm in his lap. Matty kisses from the top of your shoulder to right under your ear, his breath hot as he watches you from the corner of his eye. His eyes are intense, darkened with urges.
Steadily, he hooks his fingers under the fabric, sliding the soaked material to the side with a groan that rumbles against your back. A gasp is ripped from your lips as he parts you with his fingers, exposing you to him with frustratingly gentle pressure. You can tell heâs restraining himself tonight. Even though heâs itching to have you writhing, he slowly dips his thumb into your pooling arousal, his digit slick as he finds your clit with practiced ease.Â
Your eyes roll at that feeling of first contact, sensations coursing through you as you get your first lick of relief. Matty traces firm circles, his other hand moving to grasp your breast, thumbing at your nipple over your shirt.Â
âMatty, faster, please,â you pant, your voice wavering with need.
âShh, this is how it went in the book, hm? He was so gentle with her, isnât that right?â he mutters, dismissing the way your hips jump, aching for friction. You canât stand it. Heâd whined about how awful your book was, but now heâs treating it like gospel, refusing to stray from how the scene was written.Â
Once heâs satisfied with how long heâs been lazily circling your clit, Matty picks up the pace just enough to make you whimper, still in control of your pleasure. His brows pinch together as your hips rock heedlessly on top of him, both of your eyes glued to his hand between your thighs. You can feel him, stiff and twitching beneath his sweats as the heat continues to bloom between you. Slowly, he starts to sink one finger inside of you, curling it just so. Itâs obscene to watch.
âThatâs it. Show me how much you like it,â Matty whispers, dragging his lower lip along your earlobe, âWhat does he do next?âÂ
âWhat?â you mumble, too caught up in the feeling of your brain melting down your spine to understand the question. Matty smirks with the satisfaction of rendering you wonderfully dumb.Â
âIn the book, darling. What does he do to her next?â he finishes, landing a firm spank on your cunt, relishing in your cry, âYou didnât let me finish readinâ âcause you got impatient, didnât you, sweet girl? Always just gagging for me.â
You try and gather yourself enough to speak as Matty presses on your clit, your head lolling back against his shoulder. He moves his hand from your tits to your inner thigh, holding open your trembling legs in his secure hold.
âCâmon, talk to me,â he says with a kiss to your neck, encouragingly rubbing his thumb against your soft thigh, âI know you remember.â
âHe⌠he has her look into her own eyes as he makes her cum.â
Matty whistles lowly, impressed, sounding like heâs sorry he didnât think of doing that to you first. He reaches for your chin, grasping it to tilt your head down, watching you meet your own stare in the mirror.Â
âGood girl, stay like that for me,â he murmurs, keeping his fingers splayed across your jaw.Â
You watch as your eyes widen the moment Matty begins to swiftly move his thumb, pumping his finger in and out of you. Your brows furrow with a shuddering moan, your mouth dropping open. You grasp his wrist with urgency, feeling yourself approach the edge almost mortifyingly quickly as you pant and writhe on top of him.
âSee how pretty you look when youâre about to cum? I fucking love that look. I live for it,â he grins, âThatâs it, just let it happen, my love.âÂ
He tightens his hold on your jaw, reminding you to watch your face as you feel it wash over you in waves of relief through your whole body, your expression contorting with pleasure.
âAh, fuck!â you cry, listening to him mutter breathy sighs of âGood fucking girlâ and âYeah, thatâs rightâ in your ear.Â
Once you go slack against his body, Matty withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, obscenely sliding his tongue between them while you catch your breath.Â
âI reckon I did it better than him, what do you think?â he smirks, his voice muffled around his digits. You shake your head hazily as he lets go of them with a wet popping sound.
âYouâre insufferableâŚâ
âYou love me. You looove me so badly,â he sings, grasping your sides lovingly as he presses his lips to your cheek.
You do love him. Badly. Even if youâre never going to hear the end of how terrible your book choices are.
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caffeine overload (barista matty x reader smut)
promptober. this is so soft!! i almost cried writing!! enjoy <3
you wake up to an aching body and an empty bed.
it's the latter that bugs you most, though - it's 10am on a sunday, matty's day off, you're in his bed, and he's nowhere to be found. wincing as you do, you reach towards his side of the bed, only to discover the sheets - while rumpled - are cold; he's been up for a while.
bastard. what's the point of having a boyfriend with nice arms if you can't wake up in them?
fuck it. you might as well get up and find him. plus, your throat is dry, the kind of soreness that can only be achieved by drinking copious amounts of vodka-based concoctions, the kind of soreness that can only be alleviated by drinking a pint of cold water in one go. with great effort, you pull yourself out of bed and matty's sweatshirt over your head, shuffling out of the bedroom at a snail's pace. when you reach the hallway, you speed up slightly as the smell of fresh coffee wafts its way to you from the kitchen, the promise of both caffeine and matty spurring you on.
stepping onto the tiled floor in bare feet makes you hiss, which in turn makes matty look up. he's at the breakfast bar, reading a book - one you gave to him in recommendation, actually - and he smiles softly as soon as he sees you. god, he's beautiful. âhi, baby,â his voice is even softer than his face. âyâalright?â
âno.â
âno?â he looks panicked, rushing to you and gently holding your face. âyou're not feeling well?â
âno, i don't even have a headache,â you wrap your arms around his waist, smushing your face into him. âi'm not alright because you weren't in bed when i woke up,â tilting your head, you give him the sad eyes - slight overkill, maybe, but you secretly love playing into the girlfriend role like this. âwanted a cuddle.â
âoh, darling,â matty's face softens again, and he moves his arms around your shoulders to hug you properly. âm'sorry, sweet girl. i just figured you'd maybe want to sleep for a while, and i could go and make coffee for you waking up.â
you pull back slightly, brows raised in interest. âis there coffee for me?â
he kisses your nose. âcoffee and a cookie in the oven.â
âyou're a dream, healy.â
âi try. sit down, darling, i'll get you breakfast,â matty drops a kiss onto the top of your head as you oblige, perching yourself on a stool while he faffs about with the fancy coffee machine you think is both slightly pointless (his coffee shop is literally downstairs) and scary to use by yourself (why on earth are there so many buttons?). âso,â he slides you a big glass of water, which you gulp down eagerly. âhow are you genuinely feeling this morning?â
âso, so tired,â as if to prove your point, you yawn. âbut my head is fine, and i don't feel pukey. my limbs are aching, though. like, proper sore.â
âwell, that's what happens when you dance for three straight hours, sweetheart.â
the smile in his voice is obvious. you glare at his (very nice-looking) back. âm'never going anywhere run by your friends ever again.â
ânah, ross said you and the girls were great fun. you're welcome back anytime, apparently.â
still, you grumble. âcan't believe you didn't tell me it was his bar,â you sip your water. âor that he was so attractive. i mean, really, one friend group should not contain so many good-looking people. s'unfair.â
matty cackles. âi'm gonna tell the girls you said that.â
âno, they agreed. we had this discussion yesterday. they're all in love with ross, now.â
he winces. âi don't think any of them would be able to handle ross,â matty turns to face you. âeven you might struggle, to be honest.â
your eyes widen. âoh, you mean, likeâŚ?â
âoh, yeah. he's a proper dom, that one,â matty winks. ânot like either of us.â
interesting. âhave the two of you ever-â
âfucked? nah.â
you roll your eyes. âi was gonna say shared someone, but alright.â
âhaven't done that either,â the oven beeps, and matty carefully removes the delicious-smelling chocolate-chip treat, before smirking at you. âwhy? you interested?â
you shrug. âmaybe. if everyone wants to. i don't mind.â
âi can ask him - careful with that, it's hot,â your boyfriend slides the cookie and a set of cutlery to you, which you excitedly thank him for before tucking in. âhe thinks you're fit, so he might be up for it.â
âhe does?â
âtold me last night that he âunderstands why i've been spending all my time with you,ââ matty smiles, pouring espresso and oat milk into a mug. âyou know, when you phoned me at half 11 to come and pick you up because you missed me too much.â
âshut up,â you can feel your cheeks burning. âtoo many people were ordering espresso martinis. it made me miss you.â
he reaches across to caress your cheek. âoh, my sweet, clingy girl. you're so weird.â
âyou literally make the cold brew that goes into them. it would be weird if i didn't think about you when someone got one,â you take the final bite of your cookie. âand don't you try to pretend you didn't absolutely love me calling you. could hear you smiling from all the way down the street.â
âyeah, i did love it. i love being your boyfriend, and getting to take care of you,â while you swoon, he places a latte in front of you, foam art designed in a heart shape. âspeaking of, d'you want a shower? might help your post-dancing pains.â
âooh, yeah,â you sip your coffee, sighing happily. âcan i hop in now?â
âof course, darling,â matty smiles when you kiss his cheek; his brow furrows when you get up to leave the room, though. âyou're taking the latte with you?â
âwhy wouldn't i?â
he shakes his head. âyou really are weird, darling.â
âand you're into me regardless,â you wink, and he giggles. it's adorable. âi won't be long, babe.â
true to your word, you're out in fifteen minutes, body soothed by the combination of hot water and mattyâs shower gel. once you're dry, clad in his jumper and boxers, you pad through to the living room and climb onto his lap on the sofa. âhi.â
âhi, baby,â matty kisses your head, reaching to mute the tv before wrapping his arms around you. âfeeling better?â
âyeah. still a bit tired, but-â
âoh, i can help with that,â he lets go of you long enough to hand you a full, steaming mug of coffee from the little table beside you. âstarted making it when i heard the shower turn off.â
âyou're so sweet, matthew,â you coo, taking a long drink of the coffee before kissing your boyfriend on the cheek. âmaking me coffee, putting the fire on, buying me cleanser and moisturiser to keep here - that was really thoughtful, by the way, angel. thank you.â
he giggles, hiding his face in your neck. âi just like making you happy.â
âyou're really good at it,â once you've laid the coffee back on the table, your hands find their way onto matty's face. âand you're so pretty!â
âoh, shush,â he rolls his eyes, cheeks warming under your hands. âyou're the pretty one, we both know this.â
âmmmm, no.â
âmmmm, yeah.â
âno, you're-â
âcookie, my darling, you're not winning this argument. trust me, babe,â matty leans back, eyes raking up and down your body in a not-particularly-PG-but-very-sexy manner. âespecially not when you're wearing my clothes.â
âyou like it when i do that?â
âfuck, yeah,â he grins, cheeky. âs'my favourite look of yours. well,â he corrects himself. âsecond favourite.â
âthe first's when i'm naked, isn't it?â
âis it creepy if i say yes?â
âmatty, you're my boyfriend,â you roll your eyes. âi want you to like it when i'm naked.â
he presses his forehead to yours. âi love it.â
âyeah?â
âyeah,â his lips meet your forehead, your nose, your lips - the kiss is quick, but as good as ever. âyou're fucking gorgeous. like, sex thoughts aside⌠you just look so beautiful when you're not wearing anything. i mean, you're always beautiful, but,â he smiles against your lips. âi think you're really stunning when you're at your barest like that. dunno if it's a trust thing, or just to do with how deeply i feel for you anyway, but⌠yeah.â
jesus. you're not a believer in the concept of absolute perfection, but matty definitely comes pretty bloody close; you'd give him that accolade for the way he kisses you back alone. detaching your lips when you risk getting too lightheaded, you giggle softly into him, a sound he copies. âyou're my favourite, you know,â you kiss him again, smiling against him when he moans into your mouth. âand if you wanted to see me naked right now⌠i'd be quite up for that.â
matty smiles. âthought you were tired, darling?â
ânuh-uh,â you shake your head. âthe caffeine's done its job. maybe a little bit too well, actually,â another kiss. âi want you, matty.â
he groans, burrowing his head into your neck; you join in with the chorus when his lips meet the soft skin there. âhow do you want it, cookie?â
âi want - oh, fuck,â you whimper, hand coming up to clutch your boyfriend's hair as he nips at your neck. âwant it on the floorâŚâ
âdirty girl.â
â... in front of the fire,â the words come out as a strangled groan, matty sucking marks onto your body sending heat flooding within it. âwant you deep, and slow, and filling me up. yes,â you cut him off, noticing his mouth opening as if to talk. âi want you to cum inside me.â
âi thought you didn't like that?â
âno, i didn't like it with anyone else,â you bite your lip, well aware of what you're about to say. âbut you⌠i think you should mark what's yours.â
âgod,â matty's voice is shaky, more breath than sound. his forehead meets your shoulder, and you smile as you caress the back of his head while he inhales deeply. sweet boy.
the sweetness doesn't last long, though - he hooks his hands under your arse and lifts you, still biting at your neck as he carries you to the soft rug in front of the fire. you've been obsessed with matty's fireplace since the first time you saw it, fascinated by the crackling flames illuminating and warming up the room; they're very reminiscent of how matty lights you up, and manages to send heat coursing through your body. like now, for instance, as he kneels to carefully lay you down on the fabric and his thumbs find the waistband on your shorts on their way back round to the front of your body⌠yeah, you're turned on.
and he knows it, the little shit, grinning stupidly when you bite your lip. âalright, cookie?â
you pout. âmattyâŚâ
âyeah, darling?â he kisses your nose, and a fresh set of butterflies take off within you. âwhat d'you want?â
âplease take my clothes off,â you roll your hips up into his, biting your lip when he groans softly. âand yours. wanna see you.â
matty coos, leaning back to pull his t-shirt over his head. the fabric is thrown onto the sofa, closely followed by your (well, his) sweatshirt, and he beams at the sight of your bare chest. âperfect girl.â
âpretty boy,â you rake your nails down matty's chest, just hard enough to make him moan, hooking them into the waistband of his sweatpants. âcan i?â
âplease, yeah.â
âmmmkay,â you slide the grey fabric down, beaming when matty moves to kick it off his legs and you see what's underneath - which is, to say, absolutely nothing. âmatthew, you little slut.â
âsays the woman begging me to get her naked,â he retorts, pulling your shorts off and pushing your legs back; his pupils dilate at the sight of your glistening core. âfuck, cookie, is this all for me?â
you nod enthusiastically. âall of it,â your voice is breathy with desperation, words turning to a wanton moan as you watch matty stroke himself while he looks at you. âtake what's yours, please. put it in, baby, ple- oh, just like that.â
âoh my god,â matty slowly pushes into you, moving to rest on his elbows at either side of your head. his forehead rests against yours, chests pressed together and breathing slowly in tandem as he finally bottoms out; it's the most intimate the two of you have been with each other so far, and - in the best possible way, of course - you're feeling a little bit overwhelmed. matty being matty, lovely and attentive, he notices, shifting his weight onto one elbow so he can softly stroke your cheek. âyou alright, my girl?â
you nod. âyeah, angel. just full.â
your heart, too.
âd'you need a minute like this, darling?â
âif that's okay,â you kiss his nose. âlike having you close to me.â
matty beams, and it makes your heart feel funny. âso do i. we'll stay like this as long as you want.â
âthank you,â you smile, lightly scratching his scalp the way he likes. âcan i have a kiss, please?â
he doesn't answer. instead, matty presses his lips to yours, tongue languid as it traces across your cupid's bow and licks into your mouth when you open it in a soft moan. it's just as passionate as ever, but slow, drawn-out, and just completely ruinous to you; your cunt tightens around him, desperate to be even closer to your boyfriend than you already are, probably as a result of his mouth kissing away any thoughts in your head that aren't him. your hips begin to roll, matty's follow suit, and - still kissing - soon enough, he's fucking you exactly how you wanted him to, slow and deep and so fucking good.Â
you're not even sure you can call it fucking, actually, the sex you two are having right now; neither of you have said the important word to each other, yet, but there's really no other way to describe this activity as anything other than lovemaking. not that you've ever done that, or ever actually been in love with anyone, but the word seems like an accurate term for right now, when you feel like you'd die if matty was any further away from you than he currently is, and youâre desperate to make him happy, to make him make those gorgeous little moans that fall from his lips whenever you clench around him or roll your hips just so, to make him kiss you so hard it leaves you both breathless.
he pulls away from your lips slightly after one such kiss, just enough that he can look at you properly; when he does, his face cracks into a gorgeous smile. âhi.â
âhi,â you smile back, caressing his cheekbone. âhaving fun?â
âs'an understatement,â matty laughs, groaning as he fucks into you again. âonly one thing that could make this better for me, actually.â
âs'that?â
he ducks his head down, licking a long stripe up your neck to your lips. âyou letting me make you cum.â
fuck. âyes, please.â
another kiss, a smile against your lips. âso good for me. cum whenever you're ready, yeah?â
you smirk. âyou don't want me to beg?â
matty shakes his head. ânot today, cookie. want you to take what you deserve.â
âokay,â you kiss him, moaning into his open mouth when a calloused thumb finds your clit, circling with practised precision. âfuck, baby, you're so good,â the two layers of stimulation feel amazing, proven by you audibly getting wetter as matty keeps thrusting, slow and deep and sexy. âso fucking good.â
âlove feeling you like this,â your boyfriend groans, burrowing his head into your neck. âcould stay like this forever. and i would, if you wanted me to,â he kisses your neck, gentle, before moving to look at you again. those pretty eyes of his are hazy, his cheeks are flushed, and he's never looked more beautiful. âi'd do anything for you, darling.â
the overwhelming intimacy of the morning reaches breaking point; so do you, imminent orgasm the only thing preventing you from giving in and saying the word that's been dancing on the tip of your tongue whenever you've so much as thought about matty lately. instead, you cling to him, whispering against his lips. âm'so close.â
matty whines, hips and hand keeping up their movements, despite the fact you can feel him shaking above you. âc'mon, cookie,â his words are punctuated with kisses, desperate liplocks that you can't quite decide are meant to fuel him or tip you over the edge. both, probably. âlet go for me, my darling. give in, let me give you what you deserve, perfect girl.â
that's all you need.
âfuck, matty,â you press your face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, whimpering into his sweaty skin as pleasure careens through your trembling body. it's the strongest orgasm you think you've ever had, every little subsequent aftershock devastating to you; when one of them coincides with matty's orgasm, it actually sets you off fully again, moaning in harmony with him as he pulses heat deep inside you. âoh my god.â
âjesus,â matty groans into your hair, fucking shallower and shallower into you as he stops cumming. once he's done, he practically falls onto you, resting his head on your heaving chest - there's silence for a minute, aside from heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire, and then he lifts his head up to peek at you. âhow you feeling, cookie?â
you nod, trying to find the words. âlike i just had the best sex i've ever had.â
your boyfriend laughs, leaning up to kiss you sweetly. âi'm feeling the same.â
âreally?â
âyeah,â he brushes a bit of hair from your face. âthat was really special, baby. meant a lot to me.â
âme too,â you reach up to touch his face, mirroring his action with you. ânever felt like this before, y'know. so safe, so cared for,â you smile bashfully. âor so beautiful, actually.â
âoh, darling,â matty kisses your forehead. âm'glad i can make you feel so good. all i wanna do, to be honest.â
âsweet boy,â you smile. âcan we stay like this for a while?
he smiles back, and you have to bite your lip from blurting out how you actually feel about him. âof course.â
#mads muses#mads does writing#barista matty#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fic#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fluff#matty healy smut#matty healy x reader#matty x reader
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Matty x Reader x Zayn
WC: 5.1K
Warning:Â Pure filth (3some, male and female oral, double penetration)
Summary: You take both of your boys.
A/N: I had to post this because of the stairway to the sky tour<333 and this isn't edited because I can't find the edited version so ignore the mistakes<33
The further I move down the hall, I can hear a soft beat coming from my home studio where a light is filtered out from behind the slightly ajar door. I knock twice with my knuckles before pushing the door open, Zaynâs head snapping to me instantly.
Sending Zayn a smirk as I lean against the door frame as he watches me. His eyes roam up and down my body and it only takes a second of him staring before he looks away, pausing the beat before turning his chair and facing me fully.
âWell...Didnât you say I could I can use the studio whenever?â He questions with an almost knowing smirk on his lips. âWhyâre you up, petal?â
âMaybe because someone decided to break in and mess with my equipment?â I trail off, picking at a nonexistent fuzz on my cotton shorts while trying to hold back a smile.
Zayn raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider before spinning back around to the computer. âI did not break in; I simply took advantage of your negligence. Besides, I couldn't resist the temptation of this beautiful studio.â
I push off the door frame and walk further into the room. âWell, you better have made something amazing to compensate for your trespassing.â
âCâmere and you can hear for yourself.â Zayn turns in his chair, patting his lap invitingly. I raise an eyebrow at his gesture, a cheeky smile playing at the corners of my lips. Slowly, I saunter over to him, my steps deliberate and calculated. As I approach, Zayn's eyes never waver from mine, a silent challenge passing between us.
Zaynâs arms snake around my waist, pulling me down and onto his lap before turning back to the soundboard. His hand reaches out to press a few keys, and the beat that had been paused earlier begins to play through the speakers. The room is instantly filled with a pulsating rhythm, vibrating through my body but I canât even focus on the beat.
My gaze is magnetically drawn to his hand, the canvas of his sun-kissed skin is a tapestry, cloaked in an interwoven narrative of ink. His veins rise like secret pathwaysâuntamed rivers mapping their path up the landscape of his arms. Even from this distance, I could almost taste the bitter tinge of ink on his skin and it has me clenching my thighs, unintentionally squirming on Zaynâs lap.
âEverything okay, petal?â Zayn purrs against the shell of my ear and the vibrations of his voice have me gripping onto his thigh. âLike the song?â
âItâs perfect.â I reply tightly, swallowing harshly as I try to regain control of my racing pulse. Zayn's hand tightens around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. âI might just have to forgive you for trespassing.â I tease, running my fingers lightly over the intricate tattoos adorning his skin.
Each stroke of my fingertips elicits a reaction from Zayn, a subtle twitch or a suppressed gasp. He tries to hide it, but I can feel his body betray him under me. His lips ghost along my upper jaw, sending shivers down my spine, as he whispers, "I knew you'd like it." The words melt into my skin, igniting a fire within me.
I tilt my head, pretending to ponder his words. "Well, I suppose you do have a knack for knowing what I like," I say playfully.
Before I could even take a single breath, he turns my body to face him, my thighs straddling his lap, his hands gripping my hips firmly. The beat continues to thump in the background, a soundtrack to the rising tension between us.
With each of my hands gently cradling the sides of his neck, my thumbs softly drifting over the crimson tattoo designs etched there. Engulfed by an enigmatic allure, their stark vibrancy popped against the backdrop of his skin.
Zayn's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek. âYou know, I can't help but wonder what other things I know about you,â he murmurs huskily, his fingers lightly pushing up my shirt, grazing the skin on my lower back.
A playful smirk dances on my lips as I lean in, brushing my nose against his. âOh really? And what other secrets have you uncovered, Mr. Malik?â I tease.
Zayn chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. âWell, let's just say I've discovered a few interesting pieces of information...â
I nibble on my bottom lip, arching an eyebrow. âIs that so? And what have you found out?â
His grip on my hips tightens ever so slightly, his eyes burning into mine. âOh, petal,â he whispers huskily, sending shivers down my spine. âIs your pussy so greedy that my cock isnât enough for her?â
I take a sharp intake of breath, caught off guard by his words. Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I refuse to let him see me flustered. Instead, I lean back slightly, maintaining eye contact as I respond with a coy smile as I run my fingertips lightly along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble beneath my touch. âI donât know what youâre talking aboââ
The words barely leave my lips before Zaynâs hand was gripping my neck pulling me to him, his fingers applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of electricity through my body.
His voice is low and seductive as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine. âDon't play games with me, petal,â he whispers, âYou know exactly what I'm talking about.â
I bite my lip, unsure whether to resist or surrender to the intoxicating power he holds over me. âZ...â
âMy cock sânot enough, huh?â Zayn's lip curls upward, a bitter twist to his mouth. He leans back, his grip never loosening. âYou let Healy taste whatâs mine, didnât you?â he asked in a low growl, each word slicing through the air like a blade honed with possessiveness.
âW-w-what... I... I donât know what youâre talking about,â I stuttered. âMatty and I are just friends,â I insist, my voice wavering slightly. Zayn's eyes narrow as he releases his grip on my neck, his gaze piercing into mine.
âAre we just friends, sweetheart?â
Matty's voice startles me, causing me to jump slightly. I glance over Zaynâs head to see him standing in the doorway. An unexpected urge to hide the fact that I was on Zayn's lap flares up inside me, and I quickly attempt to get off him. However, he keeps his grip on my hips tightly, not letting me go.
My face turns redder by the second as I try to come up with something to say, but Matty's smirk only grows wider. "What are you doing here?" I manage to squeak out.
âZayn invited me, babe.â Matty laughs, shaking his head at me. His gaze flickers between Zayn and me before settling on me curiously. âYou share us...So why canât we do the same?â
âSuch a fuckinâ slut,â Zayn muses, his fingertips ghosting over the expanse of my thighs, âisnât she, Matty?â
Matty smirks, his face void of any emotion besides lust and approval. âYeah? Iâm not so sure, Malik.â His breaths are heavy as he moved around the side of the bed, stroking his finger against and up, my body. His movements are slow and intentional. I need more.
I try to move closer towards Mattyâs fingers, but Zaynâs grip on my legs is relentless. He urges me to part them. âWhy donât you show him, petal.â
The two of them watch me intently as I part my legs, the breeze on my swollen clit causing me to bite back a moan. âPlease,â I choke out, fisting my hands on the sheets in desperation.
âPlease?â Matty mocks, his smirk growing as he stalks closer, his fingertip dancing alongside Zaynâs and up the curve of my body. âPlease, what?â His fingers grip onto my jaw, pulling me eyes so they land on him.
âPlease, sir.â
Matty laughs, âSo fuckinâ pathetic.â He leans close, his nose brushing against mine as he looks into my eyes. His expression is softâlike melted chocolate. âYou can beg better than that, sweetheart.â
I canât help but whine, but that only entices Matty and Zayn further. Zayn chuckles, a dark and daring sound deep from his throat, as he snakes his hand between my thighs. âYou want us to touch you, correct?â He earns another groan from me as his finger just barely misses my clit. âYou have to be a good girl and do as we say. Understand?â
âYes.â I answer meekly, and attempt to move my hips for any form of relief.
This doesnât sit well with Matty. He used his hand to push down on my stomach, anchoring my hips down to the bed under me. âWe didnât fucking say you could move, did we?â
âMattyâplease, I need you.â
He pouts his lower lip, and shakes his head. âYou need me?â Turning to look over his shoulder, he gestures with a jerk of his neck, âOr you need him? Which one, sweetheart?â
My mind is reeling as the pressure on my stomach lightens, and Matty moves his hands up the center of my abdomen towards my chest. His fingertip brushes underneath my tit. âWords, sweetheart. Tell us which one you want.â
Which one do I want?
Zayn is fucking beautiful. His tanned skin is so golden, it feels like Iâm staring at the sun itself. The sharp angles of his facial structure make him look like an angel. But when he smiles, he has this wicked little glint in his eye that makes my heart skip a beat.
Then thereâs Matty. His face is gorgeousâhis cheekbones are high and defined, accentuated by his pale skin, giving off a soft glow from within. His eyelashes are dark, and his lips, full and softâso kissable. Just thinking about his lips makes my brain melt.
âBoth. I want you both.â My voice cracks on the last word. It sounds needy even to my own ears. They laugh in unison, and then turn to each other.
âThereâs my slutty little princess.â Zayn coos mockingly, his index finger dipping into my folds âup and down, up and down until Iâm squirming beneath him, begging for more. His gaze flickers between my parted legs, and a smug smirk spreads across his face. With a seductive glint in his eyes, he holds up his soaked fingers to Matty, âThink she can take us both?â
A pitiful whine travels from my lips at the thought of both of them being inside me. How my pussy would be stretched wide open, how my body would scream in pleasure and pain as their cocks pounded into me. How my pussy would tremble, begging for relief.
With a nod from Matty, he takes one of Zaynâs fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking it, moaning at the taste before releasing the digit with a pop. âGonna fuckinâ ruin that sweet little cunt.â
Itâs all I can do to keep silent; not only am I too turned on to speak, the two menâs combined attention is enough to leave me breathless. But what I donât expect is to watch their lips crash together, kissing feverishly and roughly, tongues meeting in sloppy, wet movements.
Sitting up on my elbows, I watch the scene before me, the room swirling in a hazy blur as my mind tries to catch up with the intensity of my two favorite men.
Matty's strong hand grips the back of Zayn's neck, while Zayn's arm slides around Matty's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing against each other, molding to fit every curve and contour.
A low moan escapes from Zayn's lips, muffled by the fervent kiss, and I canât help but let out a pathetic whine at the sight. The sound has them breaking away, eyes gliding to me. âWhatâs that? We couldnât hear you.â
Zayn cocks his head slightly, waiting for an answer I refuse to give him. After a moment of silence, heâs reaching for Matty once more, his hand wrapping around his slender throat as their lips crash together. Matty melts into his touch, his hand lifting to hold onto Zaynâs jaw.
I canât help but watch in awe, my own body reacting to theirs as soft moans fall from their lips. My thighs tighten together and my chest rises and falls rapidly.
Their lips move in tandem; both of them are somewhere between begging and pleading, between moaning and growling into each other's mouths with desperation. Matty was the first one to break away. He stands from the bed, stripping away the shirt from his torso and tossing it to the side of the room.
He motions for Zayn to do the same. He starts unzipping his trousers, keeping his eyes on me, and drops the trousers to the ground. My eyes are trained on Matty as he stands in front of me, clad in only a dark pair of boxers.
âOver here, darlinâ.â Zayn speaks up, standing on the opposite side of me. My eyes flash towards him, nearly drooling at the sight. He also stood in only boxers, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
âCan you please?â My voice trembles on the edge of desperation as I beseech them, my words hanging heavy in the charged atmosphere. They remain silent, their searing gazes never faltering from mine. Matty, his body radiating hunger, kneels on the mattress, his hand gripping my leg and pulling me towards him.
âMatty... please.â I whimper, my gaze locked with his, pleading for him to ignite the fire within me.
Fucking hell, Iâll take anything at this point.
Matty starts to answer, his lips parting slightly but Zayn intervenes swiftly, âCan we what?â His tone commanding, brushing Mattyâs hand away from my ankle with an assertiveness that sends a shiver down my spine as I sit up on my elbows. Our brows furrow in unison at Zayn's interruption.
âPlease, just touch me.â I whine as Zayn forcefully positions Matty on the ground before him on his knees.
âPlease?â My plea is desperate now as I strive to provoke a response from them. âPlease, Zayn. Please,â I become insistent, the threat of tears brimming in my eyes heightening the intensity of the situation. My hands ball into fists and twist into the sheets beside me as Zayn's fingers knot in Matty's curlsâa move that prompts a closed-eyed hum of pleasure from Matty. âIâll do anything.â
âNo.â Zayn's words cut through the thick silence as he tugged back Mattyâs head with an authoritative yank. âYouâre gonna stay quiet and watch. Understand?â
This new position offers an enticing view of Matty's neckâits delicious landscape peppered with dark stubble just begging for my teeth to stake their claim on it. I run my tongue over my plumped bottom lip, picturing how godly it would feel to nip at his succulent, pale skin above his throbbing pulse.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Matty murmurs with a hint of promise, his words melting into a low moan when Zayn tightens his grip around his hair, âYouâll get your turn.â
Zayn's eyes dancing between Matty and I. âWho said sheâd get a turn, hmm?â He teases, raising a brow at me before turning to Matty, âWho said you get to stop?â
Mattyâs eyes glint at Zaynâs tone, âDrop the tone, yeah?â His hands playing with the elastic band of Zaynâs boxers, his index finger hooking under it. âIâll give you what you want.â A quick yank of the material and Zaynâs boxers fall to his ankles, revealing his hard cock. The ruby red tip bubbled with precum at the slit, slowly dripping down before Matty catches it with the tip of his tongue.
Mattyâs eyes never leave mine for a second as his mouth slowly descends to Zaynâs cock, his hand wrapping around the base for support. The way he takes him in slow and deep, my breath hitches imperceptibly. I can see the muscles tense in Zayn's neck and thighs as his eyes flutter shut. Matty repeats this teasing torture until Zayn can no longer hold back.
âFuckâlook at you, Healy. Who knew you were such a fuckinâ cock slut?â Zayn chuckles, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. But Matty doesn't falter, continuing to work his magic, his lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum.
As I watch the two of them, I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins. I'm overwhelmed by the sight of Matty sucking Zayn's cock so expertly, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and heavy. My hand travels down my stomach to my wet core, my index finger teasingly tracing circles on my clit.
The sounds of Mattyâs wet mouth sliding up and down Zaynâs cock fill the room and I whimper, my arousal almost unbearable. I try to focus on their passionate display, willing them to notice my desperation clusters at the base of my throat, but they continue to ignore me, consumed by their own pleasure.
Matty's lips glide up Zayn's shaft, trailing along the underside, and then he engulfs him once again, sucking harder this time. My breath catches in my throat, and I thrust two fingers inside my weeping cunt, imagining it's both of their cocks inside me, pulsing, throbbing and stretching me out in a way Iâve never felt before.
Zayn yanks Matty by his curls, forcing his head to look in my direction. âLook at our fuckinâ little slut. So fuckinâ desperate, isnât she? Fingering her slutty little cunt like itâs comparable to us, huh?â
âPleaseâplease! Sâneed my boys.â The whimper that leaves my mouth makes me sound like a lost lamb, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But I don't care, the need is too intense. I pull my fingers away and lick them clean, wanting to taste the wetness they caused.
Matty hums out, âMaybe we should give her what she wants...â He places his lips around Zaynâs leaking tip, giving it a quick and hard suck before releasing him with a pop, and standing up from his knees. Mattyâs hands grip the back of Zaynâs neck, their lips colliding with a force that
sends shockwaves through my entire body. I watch in fascination as their tongues entwined, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.
âGive our girl what she wants, hmm?â Matty growls, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to address Zayn.
Zayn, with a smirk, turns his attention back to me. âYou want that, petal?â He steps closer, his hard cock bobbing in front of me, and I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation.
âYes...Yes, please. Need it.â
Both of the men laugh as Zayn positions himself next to me and Matty stands at the foot of the bed. Matty doesn't break his gaze from us as he slowly pulls down his boxers, revealing his toned and sculpted thighs. My eyes trace every contour and muscle, captivated by the sight. Zayn watches him lustfully as he does so, their connection palpable.
Matty smirks at me and climbs onto the bed at my feet, spreading my legs wide as he kneels between them. âLook how wet you are, Sweetheart.â He groans out before his tongue tracing the outline of my pussy lips before dipping inside, tasting the sweetness that's dripping from my hole.
Matty uses both of his thumbs to pull me apart as he mutters, âSo prettyâso fuckinâ pretty, sweetheart.â He harshly spits directly on my engorged clit. My hips jerk upward as a shudder runs through me. He groans against my folds, his tongue dancing faster and delving deeper as he works me open, filling me with longing and need.
âYou like the way his tongue feels, petal?â Zayn whispers in the shell of my ear. I almost forgot he was even in the room but Iâm quickly reminded as his forefinger and thumb tweak at my left pebbled nipple.
âShit!â I cry out as Mattyâs thick fingers find their way inside my hole, stretching me wider until both are buried inside me with a single thrust.
Zayn grins wickedly, his cock twitching with anticipation. "You want it, don't you, petal?" he growls, leaning down to nibble on my earlobe. I nod vigorously, my eyes locked on Matty's skilled fingers working my pussy.
Meanwhile, Matty is still going to town on my clit, his skilled tongue flicking and dancing, while his fingers thrust in and out of my core. My entire body is trembling with pleasure, and I can feel the orgasm building up inside me like a tidal wave.
âEnough.â Zayn calls out, âShe doesnât get to cum unless sheâs wrapped around both of us.â
Matty pulls his face from my cunt, his pink lips now a deep shade of red and soaked with my wetness along with his chin slick. He looks up at Zayn with an almost hungry expression, his brown eyes glistening under the dim light. âHow you wanna do this, Z?â Matty questions.
Zayn effortlessly pulls me on top of him, our chests pressed together as our eyes lock. âStraddle me, petal.â he commands softly.
Matty's touch is gentle yet firm as his hands wrap around my hips, guiding me onto my knees. My hands tremble slightly as they press on either side of Zayn's head, supporting me in this position. Mattyâs hand caresses the skin at my hip as Zaynâs hand reaches in between us, gripping his cock, teasingly tapping my pussy.
âYou sure?â Zayn whispers, his voice velvety smooth. Matty chimes in, âYouâre in control, Sweetheart.â
Looking over my shoulder at Matty, I nod. âYes, Iâm sure.â
I want this. I want both of them.
âSame time, yeah?â Zayn mutters out as I lower my head into his neck, dropping to my forearms. The stretch is like nothing Iâve ever felt before, itâs almost painful as both of their thick tips push past the muscles of my opening in unison.
I scream out in sheer agony and ecstasy, tears streaming down my cheeks as they solidify their claim on me. "Oh fuck," I moan out. This is beyond anything I've ever felt before; itâs intense and primal. My body trembles beneath them both as they take over control, their movements perfectly in sync with each other.
âFuck! Take it all.â Matty groans out as they both bottom out. Zayn grunts out at the feeling of Mattyâs cock sliding against his and my walls clench around both of them. âOur girl feels fuckinâ phenomenal.â
As the room fills with their lust-filled moans and pants, I feel my mind going hazy from the intensity of it all. âSâfull. Feel so f-full, God!â I donât even recognize my own voice as I cry out, the sensations overwhelming me completely.
âYou good, petal?â Zayn asks gently, his tone a perfect blend of concern and desire. I nod, still trying to catch my breath. âYeah... Juâ just give me sec.â Pulling myself from Zaynâs neck.
âTake all the time you need, sweetheart,â Matty assures me gently, his hand tracing soothing patterns on my lower back. I let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the intensity of being stretched this wide.
My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a soft moan as I focus on the feeling of their bodies surrounding mine. Every touch, and every movement seems ignite a fire within me, leaving me yearning for more.
âC-can I try something else?â
Zayn raises an eyebrow, a devilish grin forming on his face. âGo ahead, petal. Whatever you want, we're here for you.â
I take a deep breath and gather my courage. Pushing myself from Zaynâs chest, both of them moan out at the feeling as I stand on my knees. My chest heaved at the feeling of the different position. Mattyâs chest meets my back as I lean back into him, the warmth of his body something I can't get enough of.
Zaynâs hands cupped my breast, and the other gripping my hip. Matty follows suit, his muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. âFeel good?â Matty bites at my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down to my core.
âMânot gonna last long if you keep clenching, petal.â Zayn cries out gripping my tit and hip in a bruising manner.
"Please fuck me," I beg, my voice breathy with want as I arch my back to press my ass towards Matty's lap. "Fill me up.â I groan out in desperation.
Matty and Zayn nod in sync, their eyes locked on each other, as they watch me flex my hips to get them to move. Both of them pull out just to thrust back into my pussy at force, their cocks stretching me once again with ease.
"You're so tight," Zayn grunts out between his thrusts. "So damn tight." Matty growls in agreement, "Fuck yeah," before he kisses his way down my jawline to my collarbone and continues to pump into me relentlessly. Their pace quickens until they are slamming into me without mercy, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
My pussy is on fire; it feels like it's gonna split in two by these two men who own me completely. The smell of our arousal fills the air and makes me even more turned on than before; it's intoxicating. Their skin slaps against mine in perfect harmony with each thrust.
I moaned loudly as Mattyâs teeth gently nipped my earlobe, his rough hands tugging on my hair. His cock was still sliding in and out of me, harder and faster now. Matty's hips began to pick up the pace too, his hot breath fanning over my neck.
The feeling of both of them inside me was incredible, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel their sweat mixing with mine, both of them panting heavily. Both of them were entering me at the same speed, and after only a few minutes my vision was going blurry.
âGod sweetheart, yâso fucking tight,â I heard Matty huff out from behind me. I can see Zayn smirk in front of me, his hands reaching down to play with my puffy little clit. âHoly fuck,â Matty growled out, âYou're so wet,â he added between thrusts, licking his lips subconsciously.
âZ-zayn...â I whined out. After one last lift of my hips, I was out of energy to continue riding Zayn. He thrust up into me only moments later, and it felt even better now that they were doing the work.
"Oh fuck," Zayn huffs as driving his cock deeper with every thrust. The head of their cocks hits my g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Zaynâs hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me down onto him as he pumps faster. He growls out, "Feels so fucking good."
âCan feel yâsqueezinâ us petal, yâgonna cum already?â All I could do was nod, my head too hazy to respond. âGo on petal, yâdeserve it.â
âCâmon, sweet girl. Cum around our cocks,â Matty asks against my ear, nipping lightly. âSoak us, sweetheart. You can do itâ you can take it.â I moan in reply, unable to form words as they take me over the edge together. They are in sync like a well-oiled machine, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm with each thrust and moan filling the air around us.
I fall to Zaynâs chest as my whole body shakes, my pussy squeezing their cocks so hard it pushes them out of me. My pussy clenches reflexively around the empty space left by their withdrawal. The sound of liquid splashing onto our bodies filled the room.
Matty grips both his and Zayn's throbbing cocks in one hand, roughly rubbing my sensitive clit with the slick heads. A loud moan escapes my lips as the wet slaps of their skin against mine become faster and more forceful, echoing throughout the room.
âThat's it, baby,â Matty growls, his teeth grazing my earlobe. âLet go. Drench us with your cum."
They both plunge back inside me simultaneously, their cocks filling me up once again. The feeling of being stretched wide open is overwhelming, almost too much for me to handle, but I know that I am safe with them, my two protectors. They slide in and out of me, the rhythm getting harder, faster, more unforgiving.
My eyelids flutter, feeling as though I have drifted into a realm beyond reality. Even in my hazy state, I can sense Matty and Zayn's breath against the crook of my neck.
âSâgood.â
âGonna fill you to the brim, Sâpromise.â
âOur girl.â
I donât know whoâs saying what at this point. All I know is that as the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can feel Matty's and Zayn's cocks pulsating inside me, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. Their thrusts grow more and more erratic, their bodies becoming one with mine in this ecstatic embrace.
âIâm cumminâ,â Matty growled deep in his throat, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending shivers down my spine. And not even a second later I could feel Mattyâs hot ropes of cum filling my tight hole. But Zayn showed no signs of slowing down, thrusting deeper and harder until he too reached his climax, coating my sensitive walls in a thick layer of white.
I can feel my body being moved, hear voices and gasps, and see flashes of light, but I am lost in the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with their cum.
But I never want this to endâthe feeling of being loved and cared for by my boys.
As I lay there, half-conscious, surrounded by Matty and Zayn, I felt their hearts beating on either side of me. The warmth of their cum spills out of me and the smell of our sweaty, mingled bodies fills the air. Their hands gently stroke my skin, calming me.
âAre you okay, petal?â Zayn whispers, his voice rough and tender.
In response, I only need to let out a contented sigh, my eyes fluttering open to look into the smoky depths of Zayn's gaze. The corners of his mouth curve into a warm smile, and I can sense the relief washing over him. Matty leans down, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and steady.
âThink I love the both of you.â
Matty chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my thigh. âFucked ya that good, hmm?â he murmurs, pride evident in his tone. "We're here to give you everything you deserve."
Zayn's lips brush against my forehead as he whispers, "You're our girl. Always, petal.â
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I just want to touch you
Content warnings; pregnancy smut, oral (f receiving), jerking off, cum play, fingering, slight overstimulation, awful writing, swearing, and mustache matty lol
a/n; It's definitely words on a page. Beyond that? Who fucking knows. This is unsurprisingly mediocre/ bad, and lowkey thereâs no plot just smut, but meh who cares! It is also rushed and not really a fic?? Idk I think I just feel weird lol. Anyway, this was all inspired by the new pic of Matty from yesterday and, as usual, a conversation between me and @nowshesdoingitallthetime . Sorry if this is bad! Try and enjoy I guess!
word count; 2.4k ish
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âMatty?â you shout into the empty rooms of the house, the only response you get is the echo of your voice back. As you climb up the stairs you subconsciously rest your hand on your stomach, feeling your baby flutter at the contact. Being 5 months pregnant meant you felt massive, but realistically you had only really âpoppedâ a few days ago, much to Mattyâs joy.Â
Every spare second he has with you, his hand rests on your stomach, Annie is the same whenever she's with the two of you. Most nights recently have ended with Annie fast asleep resting on your bump, and Matty snoring next to you with his hand placed right next to her head. You always stayed awake, as it seemed that whenever you even thought about closing your eyes, baby Healy took that as a message to start moving and keeping you awake.
You reach the top of the stairs, but before you shout his name once again, you hear the familiar sound of running water and realise your boyfriend must still be in the shower. Part of your brain is screaming at you to sneak in there with him, and whilst you're sure he would love that, you decide to just sit on the bed and wait instead.Â
Your whole life, you'd heard how crazy pregnancy hormones were, and you smiled and nodded your head as if you understood, but you now realise you had no idea. The first trimester was mostly morning sickness and feeling nauseous even at the smell of coffee, but so far, the second is having a very different effect on you.
Most notably, your insatiable horniness when it comes to matty. Donât get it wrong, you always wanted to fuck him, that much was clear by the pregnancy itself, but recently it's borderline all you can think about.Â
Needless to say, those thoughts were not helped when he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist, and his facial hair shaved once again in the mustache you'd recently been missing.
When Matty had first shaved his curls off, your initial reaction was pain followed by intense longing for them back, but after a few months, it had been starting to grow on you. You missed having something to pull at, but you had to admit, at certain (most) angles, he looked good.
Despite it being impossible, Matty would swear the hormones were affecting him, too. Seeing you pregnant with his child has unlocked some sort of primal instinct in his head that he can't turn off. All he wants to do is touch you. And Matty could tell from the way your eyes graze his body and the goosebumps growing over your skin that you want the exact same thing. The combination of his half-naked body, the new facial hair, and your pregnancy hormones was making it hard for you to hide any of the thoughts racing through your mind
âHey baby, you have a good day?â Matty asks as he walks over to you, slotting himself between your open legs and bending down to press a peck to your lips. The feeling of his rough hair brushing over your top lip immediately makes you moan, and you can't stop yourself from wrapping your hands around Matty's neck and holding him against your lips.
He melts into your hold quickly, moving his hands to rest on your cheeks as your kiss becomes more desperate with the second, needy moans whimpered against closed lips and tongues pressing their way into mouths.
You whimper in disappointment as Matty drags his lips away from yours, but any complaints you may have had fall from your head as he drops to his knees in front of you. Dragging your legs onto his shoulders and winking at you before slowly pulling your panties off and moving his way up your legs.
âLet me take care of you, yeah? Gotta make my girl feel so goodâ Matty whispers against your skin, kissing his way up your thighs. His honey-brown eyes hold contact with you, you fight to keep your eyes open, but the second he blows a puff of air over your cunt, you close them and let your head fall backwards into the pile of pillows surrounding you. The sheets below you wrinkle as you arch your back against the bed, desperately trying to feel Matty's mouth on you.
He stays between your legs occasionally blowing puffs of mean air and watching you writhe at the feeling, âshit- matty, please. Put your mouth on me so bad I need it. Please, I can't- oh fuck.â The second Mattyâs lips are on you, you feel your whole body shake at the contact. His lips wrap around your clit, suctioning hard and teasing the bud with his tongue.
Matty savours the way you react to his touch, feeling himself growing hard as he studies your every reaction. Seeing your shirt ride up as you tremble below him is driving Matty insane, all he wants to do is burrow himself inside you and fuck you until youâre drooling. But watching the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when his lips suction around your clit is too delicious to stop, his every sense is overwhelmed by you.
âTaste so fucking good sweetheart, fucking made for me arenât you?â Matty mumbles against your core, unable to pull himself away for even a second. The tremor of his voice vibrates through you, and your knuckles grow white from how tightly youâre gripping the sheets below you.
You desperately suck in a breath as Matty dips his tongue inside you, burrowing himself between your legs and smirking into you as your thighs clamp his head in place. The hairs of his mustache brush over your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.Â
A flush covers your skin as your heart races in your chest. The rough graze of his facial hair against your thighs is no doubt leaving burns in its wake. Images of you feeling that same burn every time something brushes your skin rush through your mind and make you gasp. Without thinking, you move your hand to the back of Mattyâs head, holding him tighter against you.
Matty devours your cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he pulls you impossibly closer. Juices drip down his chin like the juice of a peach falling down his face, decorating his chin and bare chest with your slick.Â
His eyes roll into the back of his head at the taste of you, moaning into your core as he consumes you, lust swirling around in his already hazy head. Time dripped like honey when Matty was between your thighs. He treats every second as if it's the last time heâll get to taste you.
âSo fucking pretty fâme, fuck Iâll never get tired of being between your thighs, could fucking live here, can never get enough of you. You'd love that wouldn't you, princess? Always fucking needy for me, my girl.â
You grab one of his hands and unhook it from your thighs, guiding it up to your chest with a sly smile. Matty's fingers brush against your pebbled skin without a second thought, your body involuntarily arching into his touch. Desperate pants fall from your lips, mixing with garbled moans as Matty twists your nipples between his calloused fingertips.
âYou want me to play with your tits angel? Make you feel really good for me, yeah?â Matty whispers into your skin, pulling away from your cunt for just a few seconds, pressing kisses to your thighs and spreading your wetness over your skin in the shape of his lips.
The feeling of sweet release pools at the bottom of your spine, licking up your body as Matty works his mouth over you. He can't bring himself to pull away from your skin again, sucking in breaths for a few seconds as he moves between your clit and your entrance, the rhythmic stroke of his tongue making the ache between your thighs grow almost painful as you teetered on the edge of that all-consuming feeling.
Finally, pleasure bloomed inside of you, your hips stuttering as the buzz of bliss bubbles under your skin. Matty's mouth worked against you and dragged every second of pleasure on for what felt like minutes, shockwaves gripping your body when his nose brushed over your sensitive clit.
Your chest heaves as the aftershocks finally die down, Matty pulling away from you and standing up on shaky legs. Eventually, you manage to force your eyes open, looking at Mattyâs face with a smirk. His mustache was wet with your release, the whole bottom half of his face shiny with your slick.
But before you study his face too long, you find your eyes dragging down his whole body and settling on the unmistakable bulge under his towel. Fuck, he had got hard just from eating you out. Matty had always said heâd happily die between your thighs but seeing he can't help but get an erection just from the taste of you makes you dizzy.
Matty notices your eyes focused on his dick and can't help the flush of embarrassment that overtakes him. Heâs about to insist it's okay, and you don't need to do anything in return. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from your still shaking thighs, he feels pretty good about that. Before he can, though, youâre sitting up and dragging him closer to you as a sick plan forms in your mind.
âPlease cum on me. Fuck I need it,â you beg, pulling your shirt off your head and quickly unclasping your bra, moving your hands to tease and pull at your tits.
Matty feels his brain turn to mush at the sight of you, hearing you begging him to cover you in his release felt like he was seeing a mirage, something too good to believe. But, you were somehow real and looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling the towel around his waist off and dragging him to kneel over you.
âFucking hell, you want that, yeah? Want me to fucking paint you with my cum? You're so hot, Jesus-â The second Mattyâs hand touches his dick he feels himself on the precipe of finishing, the sight of you alone almost being enough to push him over the edge. Calloused fingertips spread his precum over his overheated skin, hissing at the slight drag of his dry skin.
Mattyâs eyes flutter closed but a whimper from you drags them back open, Matty sees you reaching for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his and pulling it off his cock. Before he can complain about the lack of contact, he realises what you're doing. You stick your tongue out and let your spit drip from the tip of your tongue onto his palm, spreading it around with your fingertips and pushing it back towards him.
âYou're so fucking good to me, holy shit. Want me to use your spit to get myself off, yeah? My pretty girl, fucking hell.â the drag of Mattyâs hand is gone, replaced with the sticky noises of him spreading your saliva over his cock.
It only takes a few more tugs before Matty is spilling over you with a shout, watching in awe as streaks of pearly cum cover your stomach and tits, studying the way it pool between your tits, dripping off your rounded stomach.
âDo you think you can cum one more time, angel?â Matty whispers as he gathers the cum streaked over you on his fingertips, brushing over your nipples with his slick fingers. âWanna fuck my cum back into you, yeah? Fill you up with me again.â
âShit- yes, please, fill me up, Matty. please. I need you.â your whole body lights up at his words, and soon his cum covered fingers are brushing over your core and pushing into you. Your body puts up no resistance to his fingers, your walls welcoming his digits.
Your skin was glowing as a thin layer of sweat covered you, your eyes glazed over at Mattyâs fingers thrusting inside you, brushing over spots that made heat prickle under your skin. His pace was purposeful, driving you insane as he burrowed his fingers knuckle deep inside you. His other hand drags down your skin, finding its home between your thighs rubbing your clit mercilessly.
Whimpers and cries fall from your puffy bitten lips, clutching at the sheets below you once again as Matty makes that coil inside you wind tighter and tighter. Each pump of his fingers was a delicious ecstasy, the haze in your head making your vision melt away until only the man in front of you was clear.Â
âfuck, pumping you up with my cum all over again, do you like that angel? Knowing you're always fucking full of me?â Mattyâs voice is husky as he speaks, studying your every move as if you're a piece of fine art in front of him.
His words were the last push you needed, and seconds later your walls flutter and spasm around his fingers as you cum again, moaning wildly as pleasure wracks your every nerve. Stars dance across your vision as you bite your hand, trying to hold in the wrecked groans and cries.
âLemme hear you princess, be good for me and let me hear you cum on my fingers, hmm?â Matty whispers, keeping his relentless pace against your clit and smirking at the slack-jawed nod you give him as your whimpers fill the room around you.
Tremors wrack your body, shaking as Matty eventually slows down his pumping digits, sliding them out of you and watching a few pearls of his release fall from inside you. It's not as much as when he fucks you, but even those few drops make his dick stir. You giggle airly and bring Matty's eyes back to yours, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips.
âHi,â you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few times.
âHey baby,â Matty whispers back, smirking. Matty grabs his towel from the bed, wiping gently over your stomach and cleaning the rest of his release off of your skin. He bends to press a kiss to your belly when he finishes, kissing up your whole body until he reaches your lips once again.Â
âLove you,â he says as he pulls away, cupping your cheek gently. You twist your head until your lips are pressed against his palm, kissing it and mumbling your confession of love against his skin.
#i dont even know what to say???#this is the pregnant smut btw#bewareeee#lemme know if this is weird! thanks <3#rushed tho I'm sorryyyy#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy smut#teacher au!
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the only time i feel i might get better - matty healy
minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!
please reblog if you like it! ᥣđŠ
content: you get sick at matty's and he takes good care of you <3
word count: 4.6k
warnings: mention of vomit, oc is on her period :( , a bad ending, and matty being very very darling.
a/n: hi!! i know i said i wasn't going to post again for a bit but i think this is so cute and its just sitting in my drafts!! enjoy ( and pls reblog if you do! ) :)
She groaned in her sleep, stirring slightly as she felt another cramp tear through her stomach, the ache travelling down into her legs as she tucked them to her chest, brows furrowing at the sudden pain. She hadnât slept well all night, spending an hour of it with her head in the toilet, Matty holding her hair back and rubbing her back softly, bless his heart.Â
Her heart dropped at the thought of him having to see her in that position, retching what little food was in her stomach, up. They were a relatively new couple, having been dating for almost 6 months, and, of course, sheâd had her period around him, but sheâd never gotten it at his place, and never felt as sick as she did right now around him either. She felt horrible, half from the pain in her slightly puffy, bloated, lower belly, and half from the embarrassment of him seeing her like this.Â
Fluttering her eyes open, she saw that Mattyâs side of the bed was empty and, upon further inspection with her outstretched hand, heâd been up for a while, the sheets a crisp cold feeling compared to the warmth of her blanket cocoon. She sighed, wondering if heâd been able to go back to sleep at all after the nights events, before her thoughts of uncertainty were interrupted when he tiptoed into the room, obviously under the impression she was asleep, holding a tray of pancakes, orange juice, a cup of coffee, and a vase of fresh flowers.Â
He stopped when he turned towards the bed, noticing her eyes peeking out from behind the fluffy duvet, and smiled softly, head tilting to the left as her asked her sweetly, âMorning, baby. Feelinâ any better today?â
This earned him a firm shake of her head as she sat up in the bed, lip pouted slightly to show him her discontent. He cooed, placing the tray of food in front of her on the bed, ensuring the legs of the miniature table were stable before he sat down on the other side of the bed, planting a soft kiss to her temple.Â
âDonât have to eat it all if you donât want, honey, I just wanted to wake you up with something nice after you had such a horrible night.â He said, sitting cross-legged next to her on the bed. He pointed to two little white tablets that lay next to her orange juice. âBrought you some Panadol too, baby. Make sure you eat at least a little before you take it, donât want you getting sick again, yeah?â
She nodded, âThank you so much Matty,â She croaked, throat still sensitive from the acidic bile sheâd thrown up in the night, âIâm sorry about last night.â
His eyebrows raised, face scrunching in disbelief as he tried to process what sheâd just said. He moved closer to her on the bed, hand coming to rest on her knee above the blanket sheâd wrapped herself in.Â
âSorry?â He tutted, shaking his head, âYouâve got nothing to be sorry about baby, what'd you mean âsorryâ?â His lips turned into a slight frown, disheartened at the fact that she felt the need to be sorry about being sick.Â
âJu-Just, you havinâ to stay up with me⌠I just feel a bit bad that I ruined our night, I guess,â She spoke sheepishly, noticing the disappointed look on his face as she spoke.Â
âOh sweetheart,â He cooed, moving to place the breakfast tray on the floor, before scooting close to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest, one hand rubbing her back in a light rhythm, the other combing through her hair. âYou donât have to say sorry, âkay? Itâs my job to look after you. Donât ever apologise for being sick, baby. It happens to everyone.âÂ
He felt her nod against his chest, and he stopped his fingers carding through her hair as she looked up at him, thinking twice about leaning up to kiss him as she realised she hadnât brushed her teeth yet this morning.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he shook his head, laughing to himself softly.Â
âBaby, really?â He chuckled, brushing a little bit of sleep from her left eye with the soft pad of his thumb as he did so, â You wanna kiss me, you can. I think weâre way beyond worrying about morning breath, donât yaâ think, darlinâ?â
She blushed, surprised that he could read her so well, shoving her face into the soft fabric of his white shirt, earning another chuckle from Matty, the sound rumbling in her mind and warming her insides, affecting her probably more than it should have given her in her ill state.
She detached from his chest, fishing the tray of food up off of the floor beside her, and placed it on the bed, before leaning into Matty again, his right arm wrapped around her as she picked at the sweet blueberries that decorated her pancakes.
She sighed contentedly, sipping on her orange juice as she lay, listening to Mattyâs steady heartbeat as he sat beside her, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger lazily. Sheâd be lying if she said that this side of Matty didnât turn her on, his need to comfort and protect her rising to the surface in a similar way as it did after heâd been particularly rough with her in bed. The idea of him taking care of her a particularly good one in her mind.Â
She felt a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she sat beside him, glancing up at him occasionally as he typed on his phone one-handed, most likely making note of lyrics heâd thought of, his brain constantly moving 100km an hour. She watched as his slender thumb glid smoothly across his screen, pressing the keyboard expertly.
âThis shouldnât turn me on so much.â She thought, biting her lip lightly as she shamelessly observed him, now sitting up further in the bed to gain a better view.
She blamed it on her period. Sure, Matty was hot, and, God, sheâd fuck him 10 times a day if she had the stamina, lord knows he probably did, but getting turned on by typing? Thatâs pathetic.
Finally, he saw her out of the corner of his eye, lower lip between her teeth and cheeks a light red as she watched him. He raised an eyebrow, turned his head to face her quizzically.
âWhat are you looking at?â He smiled at her and she blushed, quickly averting her eyes to the half-eaten pancake in front of her, picking at it delicately.
He laughed softly, âGoing shy on me, baby?â he asked, bringing the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder up to her hair, ruffling it playfully, before leaning down to press a firm kiss to her cheek.
She tucked herself deeper into his side, having once again discarded the tray of food onto Mattyâs bedroom floor. He wrapped his arm around her once more, giving her a tight squeeze.Â
âYou okay, honey?â He asked softly, looking down at her as she lay on his chest, tracing her finger softly on the front of his t-shirt, âFeelinâ a bit clingy today? Is that it, huh?â
She nodded, moving impossibly closer to him, wrapping both her legs around his left, her arms wrapping around his bicep, clinging to him like a koala.
He chuckled softly at her, peering at her from the corner of his eye as he watched her cling to him desperately. His attention turned completely towards her however, when he heard a small whimper sound from next to him, at the same time as sheâd fidgeted in her spot, causing her sensitive clit to lightly brush the side seam of his sweatpants through her thin sleep-shorts.Â
His eyes shot down to her, fearing that she was having the same horrible cramps she experienced in the night.Â
âYou okay, baby? Tummy hurting again?â He asked, concern evident in his tone.
She was embarrassed, not wanting to admit that the sound was out of pleasure, not pain. So, she nodded, eyebrows creasing together as she looked up at him.Â
It was insane how well he could read her. From the second they met, a couple of months before theyâd started going out, it was like he could see into her mind and knew almost everything she thought and could anticipate what she was going to say next.
Thatâs why looking up at him was a huge mistake on her part. He knew as soon as he looked at her he knew that she was lying, and he thought he knew why.
âWeâre not lying now, are we sweetheart?â He asked earnestly, looking into her eyes as he spoke.Â
âW-what? Why would I lie?â She said, not expecting to be caught out so soon.
He raised his eyebrow at her, expecting her to have admitted her lie, âOh, okay⌠so just now, when you wriggled around for a second, and I felt your cunt on my leg, it was just a coincidence that you made that little sound at the same time? Is that right?â
She flushed red, face turning to dig into his arm to hide, embarrassed at being read so easily, once again. She let out a muffled whine, annoyed both his teasing, and her horniness.Â
He sat up from the bed, unlatching his arm from her grasp to face her.
âBaby,â He cooed, âwant you to use your words when you feel like this, âkay? Want you to tell me what you want.âÂ
She nodded, still covering her flushed face, now with the duvet in place of his bicep.
âI just wanna make sure youâre feeling better after last night, honey. Donât wanna hurt you or anything, yâknow?âÂ
He looked torn. Torn between his restraint and not wanting to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, and his wanting to give her everything she wants on a whim.Â
An idea popped into his head, and he stood from the bed, reaching down to peck a quick kiss to her forehead, muttering a âbe right backâ before exiting the room.
She sat in his bed, awaiting his return as she sipped on the now lukewarm coffee heâd brought her. But it wasnât very long before he came back, having discarded his shirt and sweats for reasons unbeknownst to her - though she wasnât complaining, she could spend hours tracing the outlines of his tattoos - especially his âWe Are Kings tattoo - whether that be with her eyes, fingertips, or tongue.
He walked over to her, boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and flipped the duvet off her, reaching his hand out for her to take.
âCâmon baby,â He pulled her up, âran us a bath.â He patted her on the bum softly as he walked past her and out into the hall. She followed dumbly, brain foggy from the tooth-rotting sweetness of their morning in bed together.
Stepping into the bathroom, she saw that not only had he drawn them both a bath, with bubbles in it, which she knew he didnât like, but had meticulously placed candles around the edge of the bath.
She couldâve cried at the gesture, and she almost did, eyes growing blurry before she blinked the tears away quickly.Â
Matty stepped into the bathroom behind her, kissing her on the side of her cheek, then neck, as he reached for the bottom of her (his) shirt, pulling it over her head softly, before tugging her pyjama shorts down. He helped her step into the warm bath, holding his hand out for her to balance on. Once she was in, and heâd made sure the water wasnât too hot, he tugged his boxers down his legs before stepping into the bath himself, setting himself behind her so her back rested against his chest.
She sighed in content as he brought his large hands up to her shoulders, massaging her upper back soothingly. She leant her head back against his shoulder, Matty retracting his hands from her shoulders to wrap them around her, rubbing her arms up and down soothingly.
He lent down to kiss her on the cheek, instead meeting her lips as she quickly tilted her head to meet him. Meaning for it to be a quick peck, he was surprised when she deepened it, running her tongue along his bottom lip teasingly.
He pulled back, hand resting on her jaw as he guided her lips away.Â
He sighed, âBaby⌠donât make me be the bad guy,â he frowned, not wanting to tell her a strict no, but also not wanting to hurt her whilst she was in her particularly vulnerable state.Â
âPlease,â she pleaded, un-slotting her legs from between his beneath the bubbles to squeeze her thighs together desperately.Â
He shook his head, shooting her a pleading look, âHoney, I just donât want you to hurt yourself or to be sick again⌠I promise, once your periodâs done Iâll do whatever you want me to, baby.â
She furrowed her brows in frustration, annoyed at his refusal. Of course, she couldnât be that annoyed, he was only trying to ensure her comfort and safety, but this didnât matter in her mind, not when she was this horny. What was she gonna do if he didnât give in to her? Finger herself to no avail? They both knew that wouldnât work, and she knew that Matty was the only one who could satiate the need in the pit of her belly.
She spun around in the bath, being careful not to spill any water out of the bath, before pushing away from him slightly to see him better. She huffed, whining âItâs not gonna hurt, promise.â
He raised an eyebrow at her, only now beginning to grasp just how desperate she was, watching as she crossed her legs, heeling digging against her clit harshly, causing her to hiss, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.
She sighed in frustration, pouting slightly as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes.Â
âWhat ifâ what if I said it would make me feel better? I swear, baby, if it doesnât feel good Iâll tell you to stop.â She pleaded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.Â
He eyed her carefully, thinking about it carefully. It couldnât hurt to try, right?
He sighed, lips tugging into a smirk as he finally nodded, ushering for her to resume her previous position, between his legs, back pressed against him.Â
He leant down to whisper in her ear, brushing some hair away from her face as he spoke, âMake sure you tell me the second it hurts even a little, okay darlinâ?âÂ
She nodded, leaning her head back against his chest, lingering a soft kiss onto his chin.Â
He traced his hands up and down her thighs beneath the water, her legs automatically widening like muscle memory. He laughed breathily in her ear at her eagerness, before sliding his right hand to her core, pressing light circles to her clit as he planted soft kisses along her neck, her having tilted it to the side to grant him further access.Â
She moaned softly, bringing a hand up to play with the chocolate curls at the nape of his neck, tugging softly as he began to tease a finger around her entrance, keeping his slow rhythm on her clit.Â
âFeel good, honey?â He spoke softly into her ear, not slowing his teasing motions, but not speeding up either.Â
She nodded, brows furrowed as he slipped the tip of his index finger inside her.Â
âUse your words, baby. Need to hear you say it, âkay?â
âF-feels good, Matty, promise.â She stuttered out, his fingers speeding up slightly on her clit for a millisecond, before it returned to its original speed.Â
âGood girl,â he murmured in her ear, pushing his index finger into her cunt completely, her head slamming back to meet his chest as he curled it expertly.
Her hand that wasnât occupied with Mattyâs hair emerged from the water, where it had been gripping her thigh, and she placed it on her left boob, swiping her thumb over her nipple delicately and squeezing the soft, meaty flesh around it.Â
She arched her back as Matty prodded a second finger into her, curling it as he had the first. As she arched further into his chest, she felt Mattyâs hard cock against her back, and teasingly wriggled against it.
He groaned, fingers speeding up as they fucked in and out of her, his hand that was rubbing her clit now came up to brush her hair out of her face, before he flicked her right nipple playfully, ripping a guttural sound from the back of her throat as he returned his hand to her clit, rubbing fast circles over it with his middle and ring finger.Â
He felt her cunt tighten around his fingers, thighs slamming together to stop his hands from retracting.Â
He pressed his plush, pink, lips to her ear, pressing airy kisses along it as he breathed, âGonna cum for me, baby? Yeah?â He felt her become impossibly right around his fingers, and she moaned loudly as he said, âGonna feel so much better afterwards, baby. Câmon, give it to me.â
Matty fingers stilled inside her as she came, eyes squeezing closed and toes curling as the water in the bath sloshed around them, her loud moan echoing around the bathroom. He waited for her breathing to settle slightly before slowly pulling his fingers out, the water in the bath cleaning them off.Â
She flipped herself over carefully, legs wobbling slightly as she straddled his right leg, her boobs planted flat against his chest. She reached up, planting a soft kiss to his lips, whining softly against them as her clit grazed his leg when she pushed herself up.Â
Pulling away from her lips, Matty tutted in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes playfully.
âStill not done, baby?â He asked, smoothing his hand over her hair and then resting it on her cheek as she looked up at him,
âNo,â she confirmed, half-mooned, lidded eyes peering up at him.Â
He sighed, âWhat am I gonna do with you, huh?â He asked playfully, âToo horny for your own good.âÂ
She whined as she shifted herself further up his body, his rock hard cock laying flat against her slit as it rested on his stomach. He lay back against the steeper end of the bath, hands on both hips, thumbs drawing shapes on her delicate skin.Â
She wriggled her hips slightly, his cock bumping over her clit multiple times before she rose to her knees, almost slipping on the slippery bottom of the bath, luckily being caught by Mattyâs large hands on her hips again.Â
She laughed softly, looking up at him as she did so, seeing him biting his lip softly to keep in his laugh, the rumbling of his chest betraying him. She slapped his stomach playfully.Â
âHey!â She scolded, âDonât laugh at me,â She said with a fake pout on her face.Â
Matty cooed, laughter still rumbling in his chest as he spoke, âAw, sorry honey, it's just, when I said I didnât want you to get hurt, I didnât mean slipping over in the bath and dying.â He giggled as he spoke, and she couldnât help but grin at him, pouncing onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away.
Her brows furrowed and index finger pointed at him as she reprimanded him, trying her best to keep her face straight as she spoke, âOkay! No more laughing,â Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly, âback to sex.âÂ
He nodded stiffly, hand coming up to his head as he saluted her militarily, firmly repeating her previous statement.Â
She giggled softly, lifting her leg up with help from Matty, before shifting herself on top of him completely, his hard cock trapped between her sticky cunt and his firm belly. She groaned as she rocked back and forth slowly, before pushing herself up slightly, grabbing the base of his cock, tapping it on her clit a few times before she pushed it into herself, sighing in content as she sunk down, the full feeling in her tummy satiating the desire sheâd been holding there all day.Â
He groaned softly, brows knitting together as she sunk all the way down onto his cock, her clit brushing against the groomed pubic hair at the base. His hands rested on her hips, rubbing shapes softly as he helped guide her up and down on his length. She was so tight around him, clamping down hard when he moved a hand from her hip down to rub her tender, puffy clit.
She moaned breathily, back arched and head thrown back as she bounced on his cock rapidly, water splashing around the bath and onto the floor. Her right hand rested on Mattyâs âWe are Kingsâ tattoo, providing her with leverage to move quicker, and her left hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, nails digging into his Mortal Kombat tattoo as her orgasm approached her.Â
Matty felt her hips faltering slightly, and her thighs began to shake, causing him to tighten his grip on her hips, holding her still as he slammed his hips up to meet hers. She whined loudly, his thick cock filling her completely, slamming against her cervix with every unyielding thrust.Â
âFeelinâ good, baby? He asked breathily, panting slightly, his curls falling in his face, sticking to his slightly damp forehead.
She responded the only way she could through her foggy, fucked-out brain, squeezing his forearm impossibly tight and keening loudly, before her mouth fell open in a silent scream.Â
He continued his relentless pace, bringing them both closer and closer to cumming. His brows knitted together in concentration as he tried to keep his pace consistent, but he was struggling. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she was afraid that if she didnât, heâd somehow disappear.Â
Thankfully, he could tell she was close, her lower lip pulled between her teeth and cheeks rosy, and heâd be lying if he said he hadnât had to hold his orgasm since the second heâd slipped into her. Something about his cock and her cunt fit so right, he could probably cum just at the thought of it.Â
Matty looked up at her through the mess of wet curls in front of his eyes, âNeed you to rub your clit for me now, âkay honey?â.Â
She immediately obeyed, bringing the hand that was wrapped around his wrist to rub her clit at a harsh pace. She cried out, hand faltering slightly at the intense pressure building in her lower belly.Â
She was so close, she just needed something, anything, to push her over the edge, and almost as though Matty read her mind, he leaned forward, attaching his mouth to her left breast, swirling his tongue around and biting lightly at her perked up nipple.Â
The hand rubbing her clit and rapid hip movements halted as she felt Matty, whose head now rested on her shoulder, still inside her, groaning loudly as he came inside her, rope after rope of his sticky cum coating her walls. She wailed, eyes rolling back into her head as the tightness in her stomach finally released. She leaned forward to bite Mattyâs shoulder softly, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of both her orgasms.Â
She slipped her arms out from between their chests, wrapping them tightly around Mattyâs neck before pressing her head into his neck, sighing contently.Â
Matty smiled softly against her, lifting the hand that still rested on her left hip to rub her back gently.Â
âWaterâs gone all cold, sweetheart,â He said, slightly muffled by the delicate skin of her shoulder.
She shrugged lazily in his arms, murmuring back a sweet, âMâcozy.â
âYâcosy?â He bit back a soft laugh at her lovely voice, âNot gonna be so âcosyâ when you get a cold, honey.â He continued rubbing her back, cooing inwardly when he heart a soft sniffle beneath him.Â
âHow âbout this, baby, let me get out, and Iâll go get your clothes, get you nice and dry, and then we can go back to this exact position in my bed⌠That sound good?â
She nodded weakly against his chest, and that's exactly what they did. Quickly pulling on a new pair of sweats, he remembered heâd laid out some boxers and an old sweatshirt of his on the bed before heâd gotten in the bath, and he was particularly grateful for it now, grabbing the pile off the bed, and a towel warmed from the dryer, before speed-walking back to the bathroom. He knocked softly before walking in, wanting to be safer than sorry, and heard a soft hum from behind the door. A sign to enter, he assumed.Â
Walking in, he saw that she was still in the exact position heâd left her in, knees tucked to her chest, with her chin rested against her knees. He cooed, putting her new clothes on the basin before helping her stand in the bath, opening the warm towel and wrapping it around her body, her hands poking out to keep it wrapped around herself as he scooped her up, setting her down to sit on the lid of the toilet.Â
Grabbing the clothes off the basin, he slipped the soft grey sweater over her head, and pulled his boxers up her legs, pressing a kiss to her forehead once she was dressed.Â
She murmured a âthank youâ, to which he responded by kissing her again, this time on her lips, before picking her up again, placing a hand on her left knee, pushing it to wrap around his waist, before doing the same to her right.Â
Keeping her steady with a hand on her bum, he walked the few steps to his bed as quickly as possible. He held her up with one hand as he used the other to pull back the covers, before carefully crawling into the bed, being sure not to disturbed her comfort in his arms as he did so.Â
Wrapping the soft duvet around the both of them, he looked down at her to see her smiling up at him. He beamed back at her, dimples visible in his cheeks, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puffy lips.Â
She sighed in content, pulling away from the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder again, nose nuzzling against the soft skin of his neck. He smiled to himself, before picking up his phone from the bedside table, checking his notifications quickly before he opened Instagram, scrolling aimlessly through his reels. He swiped upon a particularly funny minions meme, pushing air out of his nostrils in a half-laugh, before angling his phone down to show her. He looked down to watch her reaction, his favourite thing in the world being to see her laugh - it was automatically a great day for him whenever he was the one to coax a giggle from her - but instead saw she was asleep, lips parted slightly, and eyebrows relaxed.Â
He smiled fondly down at her, using the arm she was laying on to rub soothingly up and down her arm. He clicked âSaveâ on the meme, telling himself to remember to show her later, before he opened Safari, logging into Twitter, or âXâ now, - âso fucking stupidâ he thought - looking to see what fans had to say about their new show, âStill⌠at their very best.â
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guitar hands đ¸âď¸- matty healy x reader
summary: You can no longer hide the longing obsession for your best friend matty's hands... word count: 3.8k warnings: 18+ smut, fingering authors note: It's been ages since I've written a fanfiction, so this one might be a bit rusty. I hope you enjoy it, though.â¤ď¸ Part 2
"I can't do this anymore!", you gasped as your best friend Matty opened the door.
You walked in quickly as he opened his mouth, to greet you, but you cut him off before he could say anything, leaving him standing in the doorway, staring at you in surprise.
"I will never date anyone ever again!", you turned around, looking at a very confused Matty who was still holding the doorknob in his hands.
You pointed your index finger in the air to emphasize your words, "And this time I really mean it, so don't you dare laughing!", you frowned furiously in his direction, in a way that Matty finds terribly cute. It's a facial expression you often make when you're mad and Matty can't ever hide his little smirk when he sees you like that. But this usually makes you even angrier, which Matty doesn't mind because, obviously, he loves it.
Sometimes he even teases you a little bit to see that fuming, adorable glance of yours. But he always chooses his words carefully to make sure he doesn't hurt you with anything he says.
You threw your black bag in the corner before plopping down on the couch in his living room, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Still frowning, you focused your eyes on the floor in front of you.
He closed the door and slowly made his way over to the couch. His hair was messy and a few strands of his curls hung over his forehead. He looked a bit drowsy, like he'd just woken up from a nap.
"Well... hello, love.", it was finally his turn to speak. His voice sounded low and sleepy.
He rubbed his left eye, before placing the palm of his hand on his cheek, "It's nice to see you...", he continued.
You didn't say anything.
He sat down beside you, admiring you with a big smirk on his face. Suddenly, he seemed less and less tired. You could literally see the sleepiness leaving his body as his smirk grew wider and wider. In his head, he counted down the seconds, well aware that his silly smile was going to drive you nuts in less than five seconds. One, two, three, four...
"What?" you spat at him, turning your head to your right to face him. "Can you please stop doing that?" you asked, finally relaxing the muscles of your forehead.
"Doing what?" he giggled back at you. The "what" sounded more like a "wha". You've always had a weakness for his strong British accent. Hearing Matty talk gave you a weird feeling inside your lower belly, a feeling you've been trying to ignore ever since you first noticed it.
Matty and you had been best friends since year 9. You met him on your first day of school, just a few days after you and your family had moved from New York to Manchester. After the teacher introduced you to the class, Matty offered to give you a tour of the school. You were extremely grateful to have such a friendly classmate as Matty, and the fear of spending every break alone promptly vanished as he never left your side during breaks, welcoming you into his circle of friends.
You must admit you found him attractive, and he became even more appealing over the years. But he never made any moves that could suggest he wanted more than friendship, so you kept convincing yourself that this wasn't what you wanted either. You somewhat accustomed yourself to the idea of never getting closer to him, which made it easier to live with your hidden feelings. It has been ten years now, and sometimes you were so adept at denying your feelings that you even started to believe the lies you told yourself. In the meantime, you also had a few boyfriends and situationships where you completely forgot about your feelings for Matty due to being preoccupied.
Sadly, each of your relationships turned out to be exceedingly toxic, which made it difficult for you to focus on anything else. You constantly worried about not being enough or being too much. Days without arguments and tears were extremely rare, but Matty was always there for you.
"Oh come on, you know what I mean"
He was about to say something again, but you didn't let him.
"Looking at me like that when I'm mad. It's not funny, Matty! This is a serious situation!"
"A serious situation? Oh, okay. Well, you already said that a few weeks ago, when you came home from your date with that other bloke... Wait, what was his name again?", he paused for a moment as he touched his chin, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to think. After two seconds he gave up, because he really didn't remember the boy's name.
About 10 months ago, your boyfriend of two years broke up with you. It was a tough time for you, but Matty had been incredibly supportive. He let you sleep at his place on nights when you didn't want to be alone, which was almost every night for about a month and a half after the breakup. You cried a lot, and your best friend held you throughout the entire night, calming you down and making sure you had someone to talk to. The two of you shared a few restless nights during which neither of you got much sleep. However, cuddling was nothing new or special since you've been doing this ever since you became close friends. Matty has always craved cuddles from you, especially during movie nights or casual hangouts. You didn't read too much into it, presuming it's a normal thing best mates tend to do, but little did you know that he's been hiding his feelings as well...
When you eventually started to feel a bit better, Matty encouraged you to download some dating apps because he said something like 'the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.' That's also how the singer tried to get over his crush on you. He hooked up with numerous girls over the past years, desperately trying to feel something similar to the affection he feels in your presence, yet each trial remained unsuccessful.
You decided to give his advice a shot, and it was actually an excellent way to distract yourself from your aching heart. Though you didn't have much luck with your dates, you were at least able to get over your ridiculous ex.
"Anyway," he shrugged, "It doesn't matter."
"I don't remember his name either," you said dryly, still not averting your gaze from his face. Matty immediately turned his head to the left, now looking into your eyes as both of you burst into heavy, heartfelt laughter.
"Come here, darling..." he laughed, raising his left arm to pull you into a lovingly sweet hug.
He loved having you around and spending intimate and funny moments like this one with you. Seeing you heartbroken and sad broke his heart into a million little pieces. Lately, he's been struggling a lot with his self-control, not knowing how much longer he'll be able to keep his longing feelings for you a secret.
As you lay in his embrace, head resting on his soft, comfy chest, he snuggled his nose into your freshly washed hair, which smelled like a huge field of spring flowers.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" he mumbled against your head.
You were now completely relaxed, feeling happy in the lovely arms of your friend. "The date was horrible," you laughed, starting to tell your story. "We met up for dinner, and he was talking about himself the whole time! How he goes to the gym every single day... and it was just gym, gym, gym... and then he asked me if I did any sports, and I said no, and then he was talking some kind of bullshit again... but I wasn't even listening anymore at this point," you tittered before continuing, "Then I wanted to order some ice cream for dessert, and then he told me how unhealthy sugar was..." you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.
"No, really?" Matty laughed, still holding you tight. "What did you say then?"
"Nothing. I just grabbed my bag and left."
Matty threw his head back, roaring in laughter. "This is my girl. I'm proud of you," he breathed heavily. "I have ice cream in the freezer. You want some?"
You immediately jumped up at his words. "Yes! Please!"
He got up from the couch, preparing you a bowl of ice cream in the kitchen.
He strolled back to the living room, carrying the cold bowl in his hands. You found yourself lost in your thoughts, admiring his large, delicate fingers. You called them guitar hands, since you've seen plenty of other guitarists having these kinds of hands, but Matty's have been your favourite. The mere thought of his agile fingers touching your neck or thighs caused shivers, leaving your whole body covered with goosebumps. In your dreams, you imagined them slowly unbuttoning your jeans, gently sliding into your panties to...
You briefly shook your head, forcing the end of this forbidden daydream, after staring at Matty like you've just seen a ghost.
"Are you alright?" he questioned, throwing a rather puzzled glance at you.
"Hm...what?" you uttered, shaking your head once again. "Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I was just... nevermind," a slight chuckle left your lips, masking the huge amount of shame you felt.
"Honestly, why was I even mad?" you snickered, trying to change the topic as he handed you your much-needed dessert. "This is just so hilarious. But anyway, I meant what I said earlier. I won't go on any more dates," you licked the spoon delightfully, "I'm done. From now on, I'm going to enjoy my single era alone."
For a very brief moment, a smutty thought crossed Matty's mind as he saw your tongue gliding over the back of the spoon you held in your small, soft hand. He pushed the thought away quickly.
"Whatever makes you happy, love. I'm just glad you're finally over your ex. You were too good for him. You deserve so much more than that," he declared, fantasizing about being the man by your side, knowing you well enough to meet all your unique needs.
"Yes, I know. I don't know what I saw in him," you agreed. "But let's just forget about it, please."
He smiled, pulling you into his arms to place a peck on the side of your head. The Netflix logo popped up on the big flat screen in front of you as Matty turned on the TV. "You wanna stay with me tonight?" he asked his best friend needily, in a romantic, cuddly mood. It had been a long time since your last sleepover, and he was desperate to have you near.
Your right cheek was already pressed against Matty's chest as you were sleepily nestled in his hug, mumbling your answer "Guess you already took that decision for me, didn't you?"
"Yep," he stated, resting his head on yours. Though he couldn't imagine anything better than lying there with the one person he loved, his gracious smile was tinged with melancholy, as he couldn't shake the doubt that you would never reciprocate the depth of his feelings.
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You found yourself waking up alone in the soft embrace of Matty's bed, the night still cloaking the world outside. With a sleepy sigh, you shifted beneath the covers to get up. The door stood slightly ajar and the enchanting sound of a guitar drifted into the moonlit room.
You opened the door, following the echoing noise of music that came from the living room. Matty was sat on the couch with a guitar on his lap, wearing his blue nike sweater. His messy curls tangled all over his forehead, making him look so effortlessly handsome in the gloomy warm light of the fairy lights hanging from the bookshelf.
He was so deeply focused in playing, he didn't even notice you already stood in the living room. Seizing the moment, you took the opportunity to observe him, particularly captivated by the way his hands deftly fingered the chords on the guitar, moving with such grace as if they were dancing in silent harmony with the music.
He looked up to see you standing in front of him, adoring your dozy appearence as he stopped strumming the strings of the guitar.
"Morning, sleepyhead", he greeted you in the usual flirtatious way. "I couldn't sleep. Wanted to work a bit on that new song. Was it too loud?"
"No, it's fine. It sounds good. Can I listen?"
"Course you can. Sit down", he demanded with a grin on his face as he continued playing.
You loved the sound of Matty's new song and even though you tried your best to concentrate on the rythm of the music, you couldn't help yourself from staring at his hands again. The way his fingers nimbly glided over the fretboard, made you think about all the other things these supple hands could do to you. A sinking feeling of guiltful embarassement was spreading inside your stomach. You hated having these lustrous thoughts while sitting in front your best friend.
While you were still submerged in your shameful thoughts, Matty slowly emerged from the trance he typically falls into when he plays the guitar. His gaze drifted over to you, curious about what you were thinking about the new piece. He observed you for a moment until he realized you were absentmindedly fixated on his left hand.
Recalling a similar situation from earlier that day, he recognized the same expression on your face as when he had brought you the bowl of ice cream.
He stopped playing, causing you to look at his eyes as your consciousness returned. "Is anything wrong with my hands?"
"What? No, why?", you raised an eyebrow, snickering nervously. "What could be wrong with your hands?"
"You've been staring at my hands again!"
"I don't know what you're talking about. When did I stare at your hands?"
"Well, just now? And earlier when I gave you the ice-cream?"
"I haven't!"
"You have! And it's not the first time I caught you doing that..."
"I was just wondering which chords you used", you declared, visibly annoyed.
"You're such a bad liar."
"No, it's true!", you tried to defend yourself.
"Ah, so you were staring? "
"I wasn't!", your voice grew louder and louder. You weren't angry at him but at yourself for not being careful enough. What if he finds out about the feelings you'd been trying so hard to hide all these years? What if your friendship ended right now, right here, in this night? The enormous weight of fear and sadness settled like a lump in your throat, making it hard to swallow. You had to swallow though, since you already felt tears coming up that needed to be hidden at all cost. It was impossible for you to gulp without making a noise as the lump of woe was already way too big to be swallowed in secret.
"Gaslighting...", Matty teased in a lighthearted manner instead of being serious or mad. He knew he was right, especially now that you seemed so offended by his question.
"Okay, that's enough. I'll go home", without hesitation you bolted upright from the couch.
Matty immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist with his right hand, while still seated on the couch, holding the neck of the guitar with his left one. You turned around to face him as he was looking deep inside of your eyes. Contrary to your expectation he was still far from being furious. You caught a glimpse of him still holding the D chord as your eyes darted around. His thumb rested on the e string, tightly gripping the guitar's neck.
"It's quarter past midnight. You're not going anywhere", he stated with a slight chuckle, his playful demeanor both infuriating and comforting you. He endeavored to soothe your frayed nerves, but his touch and gaze left you feeling uncomfortably giddy, leaving you unable to think straight. You swallowed hard, meeting his piercing stare.
As Matty's intense gaze locked onto yours, he felt the floodgates of longing burst open within him. No longer did he bother to conceal his desire.
'Now or never', he thought to himself, 'do it, you muppet!'
With another firm grip on your wrist, he summoned up all his courage, guiding you towards him with a sudden movement as he finally crushed his lips onto yours. After years and years of dreaming about this exact moment, it now became reality. And it felt even better than both of you could have ever imagined. Setting the guitar aside, he placed it to his left on the couch, drawing you closer. Pressing you gently against the cushions, he positioned his body on top of yours, eagerly seeking your lips again.
In the next thirty minutes you were having your long awaited make out session, filled with lots of wet and fiery kisses along with tender, passionate touches.
No words required, Matty was overjoyed and now well aware of the fact that you returned what he felt for you. Even though Matty didn't mention a single word, you knew it too.
"I love you so much, baby", he confessed, right before he started to work his way down your neck, placing gentle kisses on your soft skin, "I've been meaning to do this for ages"
"I love you too, Matty", you whispered, still not knowing if you were awake or dreaming.
As he was passionately devouring you, he could feel your body trembling while lust was written all over your face.
"I didn't expect you to have such a dirty mind, though.", he smirked against your neck.
"What do you mean?", your voice was shaking.
"You haven't answered my question yet"
"Which question?"
"Why you're so obsessed with my hands...",
"Matty please...", you whined.
"What?", he asked as his lips were still clung to your neck, "Tell me what you want me to do with my hands"
You gulped as feelings of overwhelming embarrassment came flooding over you again.
He slowly moved his hand from your back over your chest, sliding it down your belly, causing you to shiver even more. He stopped at the button of your jeans, resting his hand on your waist as he peeked up to lock his gaze with yours. With fluttering eyes you glanced down at him, wondering why he stopped. The intense craving for having his fingers inside of you became unbearable.
While Matty was grinning from ear to ear, finding pleasure in torturing you with his teasing touches, he raised an eyebrow at you.
"Please, Matty... I...", you stuttered, still not being able to speak properly.
"Tell me, love"
"I...", your words came out as a faint whisper, "I need you. Matty, please..."
"Where?", he whispered back at you.
"Inside me...", you finally gave him the words he wanted to hear, not caring about another wave of shame that was crashing all over you.
Not waisting any more time, he unzipped your jeans, slowly making his way into your slip. By the time his soft fingers reached your clit, you closed your eyes, throwing your head back in deep pleasure. A heavy moan left your mouth, as you were electrified by his heavenly touch that you've been craving so desperately.
"No, no, no, no, no!", he complained, "I want you to look at me."
The inability to move made it impossible for you to follow his command.
He tightened the grip between your legs as he repeated his order, "I said look at me!"
Continuing his teasing game, Matty was about to pull his hand back out of your pants, due to your disobedience, but you immediately stopped him by grabbing his hand to keep it in place. "What are you doing?", you questioned, wanting him to continue what he started.
"Uhm.. pulling my hand out.", he answered casually with a shrug, pretending it wasn't part of his little game. His plan worked out immediately when you looked at him with that cute, furious frown on your face.
"No! Why?", you protested.
Matty leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered "Because only good girls deserve to be fingered by Matty Healy."
"But..."
"And you aren't one", he gently pecked the skin of your neck again.
"I am", you moaned in response to his soft kisses.
"Don't think so. If you were, you'd do what I say"
"Please Matty stop teasing me now! I can't take it any longer"
"Hmm... seems like someone's being really needy...", he kept on playing with you, "will you be a good girl for me now?"
"Yes, Matty. Yes, I will", you answered impatiently.
"Then look at me.", he said as he carefully put his hand back between your legs and this time you were following his command, being the good girl he asked you to be, though it was definitely not easy for you to keep eye contact with him.
"Now you are being a good girl. I want you to keep looking at me, okay? Will you do that for me, darling?"
You nodded in response, "Hm... yes."
All of a sudden he pushed his middlefinger inside you, causing a loud moan from you.
"That's what you were thinking about when you watched me play guitar, isn't it?", he gently whispered in your ear.
"Maybe...", you admitted between your lusty moans.
"I knew it.", he smirked, "Couldn't quite believe it though..."
"Hmm..", you hummed as he continued his skillful work with his fingers, beaming you into another dimension of reality.
While listening to your ravishing moans he kept on talking, "My best friend is a dirty slut. Unbelievable. But I'd be lying if I said i didn't think about you every time I wanked.", he winked at you with a dirty smile, roughly jabbing another finger inside your dripping wet pussy.
"Matty, I... I think I...", you stammered, having difficulties to breathe.
"Yes baby, cum for me, please", he permitted, but you were already collapsing in heated pleasure as you eventually broke the eye contact, letting your head fall onto his chest, gasping for air.
With his free arm, he hugged you, pressing your body tightly to his own. He gave you some time to calm down while you were catching your breath, before he slowly pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth, so you could lick them clean. "If that was part of your phantasies too...then...", he shook his head with a radiant smile on his face while you seemingly enjoyed sucking your juice from his elegant guitar hands, "...like... who are you? And what have you done to my best friend?"
"Shut up, Healy!", you laughed after letting go of his fingers, "and cuddle me!"
You snuggled yourself into his loving embrace, but Matty had other plans....
"Nah... later, love.", he told you with hungry eyes, "I'm not done with you yet."
Part 2
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Chicken Shop Date | Part 8 |
By @imagine-that-100âââ and @alovesreadingâââ
Description: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, itâs managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, youâve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who youâve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.
Word Count: 28.6k
A/N: Hey besties!! Weâre back and this oneâs another fun one for you! We were reminiscing about the UK tour writing this one, giving those good days a CSD twist and we hope you enjoy it loads. It was so much fun to write the shit everyone would get up to on the road, but can you believe this one was meant to be the end of this series? Mentalllllllll. Please make sure to check out the authorâs note at the end of this as itâs an important one. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! xx
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~*~*~*~ 14th January ~*~*~*~
âBaby please.â
The begging has been going on for about half an hour. Itâs come and gone in waves but Mattyâs getting more and more desperate and more persistent.
âPlease baby, please.â Matty pouts, looking pained now, âI need you.â
You raise your eyebrows at him, in yet another way of questioning him. His arms are tight around your waist, not letting you move from straddling his lap because he thinks that will be how he gets his way.
âYouâre being so needy.â You smirk, shaking your head, not giving in to his pitiful pleas.
âPlease, please, please.â He looks like he could start crying and it takes everything in you not to laugh. You try and push yourself up off him but he grips your hips even tighter, not letting you move an inch away.
âMatty.â You sigh, your hands resting on his shoulders as you tell him, âI canât.â
âYou can.â Matty changes tactics then and leans in and kisses his way up your neck until heâs whispering in your ear, âPlease baby, I really want you to come.â
âNo,â You grab a handful of his curls then and pull him back so you can look at him and say, âI canât come on tour with you Matty.â
Your boyfriend whines, âBut you said before I even asked the question that you donât have anything planned until you go to Copenhagen in February. And youâre coming to half the fucking dates anyway. Please.â
âI will be in the way.â You shake your head.
He promises, âYou wonât!â
âMatty, I would be like a spare part, not to mention your tour bus would be full to the brim if I tagged along.â You shake your head, not seeing at all how he could change your mind.
âYou wouldnât,â He frowns, silently scorning you for thinking like that before a hint of a grin comes to his face as he says, âAnd youâd be sleeping in my bunk, with me.â
âThat's going to be so comfy,â You roll your eyes, âTwo tall people in a coffin sized bunk for more than two weeks.â
âThanks for admitting Iâm tall baby, but listen.â He looks all proud of himself for his height for a second before he goes into getting his points across again, âWeâre in hotels in Cardiff and back home for Manchester so itâs only like a week on the bus really.â
âThe bus isnât the issue Matty.â You sigh, giving him the honest answer, âThe issue is Iâll be in the way, feeling useless.â
The bunk wouldnât be an issue for you at all. You both practically sit on each other's lap when youâre with no other company anyway so sharing a small bed will be the least of your worries. You just know that youâll feel useless and that youâre a hindrance to things running smoothly.
âCharliâs coming,â Matty raises his eyebrows, âYou saying sheâs useless?â
âShe has musical value.â Your excuses fall easily from your lips, but you canât help but smile at the way heâs begging, âCanât you just be happy with me coming to the dates Iâm already coming to. Youâll see me every five days.â
âSo there's absolutely no reason you canât see me for the other four in between.â Matty acts playfully annoyed, saying that through his teeth before he leans in to kiss you. âBesides, you really think youâre coming to the gig and then I just leave you that night? Absolutely not⌠I have needs.â
âYou have my Instagram.â You backchat and Matty groans loudly.
Thereâs a ghost of a smile on his lips as he says, âWhilst I love that you put your Golden Globes dress on there for me to wank to Y/N, Iâd prefer it if you were just there to wank me off instead.â
âSo romantic.â You snort in laughter.
âPlease, youâre obsessed with me and my boys and my music.â Matty pouts with absolutely no dignity left, âAnd Iâm obsessed with you. Please come on tour with me?â
âYouâre right, I am obsessed with you,â You smile, kissing his nose to combat the bad news youâre about to give him, âBut no, Iâm not coming on tour, and thatâs that.â
~*~*~*~*~*~
So, Matty persuaded you to come on tour.
It ended up being as easy as him teasing an orgasm out of you, followed later by three phone calls. The first to Amelia, where he asked for proof that you were free - which you were - and then asked if he could steal her best friend away to join him on tour, and Amelia only laughed but didnât hesitate at all to say of course.
The second call was to his manager Jamie. Where Matty asked Jamie to explicitly tell you how it was not an issue if you came along, and he even said that you could help their photographer Jordan put together a few social media posts if you really wanted something to do. But you were welcome to come along regardless and that the 1975 family would be lucky to have you.
And the third call was to the queen of pop herself, Miss Charli XCX. And it was Charli who really made you agree to joining them as she pleaded with you to tag along. She jokes how she canât be the only groupie to come along on tour with them (Carly apparently didnât count) and if youâre really honest, you just canât say no to Charli at all. It feels wrong to, so after ten minutes of her and Matty giving you their best arguments, you gave in and agreed to join them.
That evening you and Matty went over to your flat where you packed a large suitcase full of everything you could need, and the next day you were on the tour bus with them heading on the rest of their UK tour. And god, you were so glad you agreed to join them.
Thereâs never a dull moment in that tour bus, itâs either the lads managing to make everyone laugh with their random occurrences, sharing spliffs turning into funny stories being aired for everyone to laugh at or games that end up in the same interesting way they started as.
Being around for soundcheck felt like youâd won some kind of prize. A glimpse into how it all works is so entertaining for you, not to mention them singing to an empty arena that pretty much just has you, Charli, and Carly in it is so much fun.
There have been so many times that youâve caught yourself just staring up at them on stage and being in awe all over again. But Matty canât help but find you so entertaining, youâre either singing loudly along at the barrier before Charli pulls you to dance with her, and he is smiling the whole way through what he usually finds boring and inconvenient.
Matty has absolutely adored having you come along on tour. Your presence alone makes him so much more joyful, and everyone who was present for the beginning of the tour has seen the difference. He feels more himself, more alive, and so much happier. And itâs all down to you.
The boring moments on the tour bus, you made them so much better for him. The hours he had to sit with his vocal steamer on, it made it so much nicer when you were lying with your head in his lap or his in yours. Youâd both play with each other's hair, listen to music, and now and again chat to each other and the others. But Matty couldnât stop grinning the whole time.
Even during the first few performances when you were somewhere lost in the crowd and he couldnât find you, still you made your presence known to him. The first time it was just accidental though, you had written him a note as everyone was discussing the setlist and youâd slipped it into his pocket as a joke thinking he would notice and check.
Matty, however, hadnât noticed your sleight of hand in the green room and he later found the note when he reached into his pocket half way through the Being Funny section of the set. He pulled out the crumpled up piece of paper and opened it on stage, accidentally laughing down the microphone when he read your words.
Iâm trying this again: play antichrist x Pretty, please xx Picture me pouting at you, how can you say no to that? xoxox
The singer was well aware the crowd of people were confused about the note that they could see on the screens, and his laughter, but all Matty did was pocket the note again (fully intending to keep it) and grab his guitar and start playing the chords to Iâm In Love With You.
The next day he caught you putting another note in his pocket but he kept quiet, wanting to read it on stage again as a little reminder of you to look forward too during his set. And it's again before heâs due to play Iâm In Love With You that his hand dips into his pocket and he finds the note.
Heâs smiling instantly, expecting it to be another note pleading for Antichrist, but instead this one is a little different, yet still entirely you.
I need a hug and six months of sleep x (maybe a kiss too)
When he laughs at this one, he hears George ask what's so funny through his in-ears but he elects to ignore him. Once again just picking up his guitar and singing the entirety of Iâm In Love With You with a huge grin on his face.
The 3rd time itâs Cardiff night 2 and when he reads the note that night he knows youâve done it on purpose. Youâre a fucking menace who loves to tease him even when youâre not in his presence. As that night the note read:
You better think of me on that settee x
He didnât laugh that night, no instead his dick twitched and he was reminded about your morning in the hotel and how you were both interrupted before anything could happen (you fell straight asleep as soon as you got in bed the night before) and you had been subtly teasing him all day. Whispering things in his ear, leaving longing touches on him knowing he couldnât react how he would if the two of you were alone, and then the note.
He didnât need you to explicitly instruct him to think of you during consumption, as he always did anyway. But this time he put a little more effort into his performance, hoping to tease you a little in the crowd.
And tease you he did. That night you watched as he teased himself on screen, smoking and letting his hands trail down his body until he squeezed himself through his trousers, and your mouth went dry with want when he simulated pulling on someone's hair. On your hair.
Needless to say that when you got back to the hotel room that night, you were on your back almost instantly, Mattyâs head dipping between your thighs until you were on the verge of coming undone on his tongue. But he edged you time and time again until you were whimpering, pleading for him to fuck you like no one else could.
It was lucky you were spending another night at the hotel really because Matty doesnât know what he would have done if you were both stuck not being able to find any relief until another two days' time when you were due in Glasgow. Thankfully he didnât have to find out. You both alleviated the tension between you that night and again the following morning before you all returned to the bus to start the long drive up to Glasgow on their off day.
The journey wasnât so bad, you got to have a good laugh with the band, especially loving the time you got to spend with Adam and Carlyâs little boy. You got to play with him when he wasnât down for a nap and Matty loved every second of seeing you and his nephew interact.
You remember that afternoon, Carly had just changed the baby after he woke up from his nap and sheâd let you have him. One of your favourite things to do with him was sit him down on your lap and read him one of his little books he had and let him blabber on and on as he tried to copy the words you were saying. But he had started crying in the middle of you trying to get him to say âorangeâ and you couldnât find a reason for why he was so upset.
Uncle Matty had come to the rescue and got him from you, and it was when he picked him up that he realised he needed another change, so you went with him to change the babyâs nappy.
It was going so well, you distracting baby Hann keeping him happy and calm as Matty changed him, but Matty made the awful mistake of letting him hold the baby powder. It was once he splayed out the new nappy under him, the baby waved his arms happily at the freedom, Matty had been bathed in talcum powder.
Matty immediately froze, face and hair covered in white, his top had a few streaks of white powder sticking to it and baby Hann had managed to get some on his little chest and arm but he had giggled loudly with you when you cackled at the situation.
Blowing harshly to get rid of the talcum off his lips, Matty huffed out a soft, âI didnât know it was open.â which amused you even more, doubling over in laughter but taking away the powder bottle from the babyâs hands so he wouldnât continue making a mess.
Your boyfriend loved to pride himself in doing everything right so youâd taken the mishap to tease him a bit, âUncle Matty struggling for once, who wouldâve thought?â
Heâd only rolled his eyes at you, and you watched out of the corner of your eye how he rubbed the powder off himself as you wiped it off the baby and finished changing his nappy.
When youâd gone back to the lounge with everyone and placed a happy again baby Hann on your lap and continued trying to get him to say the names to different fruits, you found him looking at you with adoring eyes.
But not even the sparkle in his eye would make you forget what had happened, so, letting the baby speak gibberish as he harshly pointed at the banana on the bookâs page, you turned to Matty and sighed, âI wish I had taken a picture.â
His smile had fallen and he glared at you before rolling his eyes to chat back sarcastically, âIâm sure you do.â
And the rest of the day you had made a joke of ruffling his hair swearing there was some more talcum powder left. The last time you do this, he ends up telling you itâs just his grey hairs and you exaggerate a gasp, pretending like youâve just now realised.
âRight, I forgot youâre an actual grandad.â You sucked air through your teeth like the fact was making you wince.
But then he went all cute when he flipped it around by reminding you, âAnd youâre a grandma so itâs meant to be, really.â
A chuckle was your response, which died quickly when he pressed his lips on yours to kiss you sweetly, half to shut you up and half because heâd been dying to for the past few minutes.
That afternoon, both of you ended up catching some alone time, which was really nice when youâre on a bus with sixteen other people. Youâre in the back lounge listening to one of your many playlists, both with an AirPod in each ear and lying on the back settee with Matty behind you while youâre watching as the world goes by as you travel further north.
Youâre sitting between Mattyâs legs, your back against his chest and you both occasionally catch yourselves singing or humming along to the music. Matty wouldnât change the scenario for the world, he gets to lie there with you against him, kissing the top of your head whenever he feels like, and he absentmindedly plays with the end of your hair.
The singer doesnât even mind when one of his songs starts up, he finds it amusing that you have absolutely no shame with it being on there. And knowing now that itâs one of your new favourites he even loves hearing you softly sing along.
âDo you think that Iâve forgotten?â You quietly sing, âDo you think that Iâve forgotten? Do you think that Iâve forgotten, about you?â
Hearing that though makes Matty frown, and he waits until you sing it again as confirmation. His biggest fan in the world and now also his girlfriend, has got the lyrics wrong.
Heâs trying not to laugh when he gets your attention, âBaby?â
âYeah.â You ask, tilting your head back a little to look up at him.
He looks really pretty with the way the dimming light is hitting his face through the window. His skin is like it's glowing with the way the sun shines on him, and you find yourself thinking youâre so lucky again especially with the way heâs smiling at you.
Matty canât help but smirk, âYou know youâre getting the lyrics to that wrong, right?â
âNo Iâm not.â Instantly you frown up at him, entirely defensive.
âYes,â Matty tries not to laugh, âYou are.â
Your frown deepens, your whole face scrunching up as you ask, âWhich bit?â
âThe main bit,â He tells you, âDo you think I have forgotten⌠youâre singing âdo you think that I've forgottenâ.â
âTheyâre the lyrics.â You nod, looking at him like heâs stupid.
He canât stop himself from chuckling, âNo theyâre not, baby.â
âYeah, they are,â You nod, sitting up a little and turning to look at him properly, âIâve been singing that since the album dropped.â
âY/N,â Matty grins, entirely amused by you not believing him, âI wrote the song, I think I know the lyrics.â
At that you scoff, âYou literally tell people that they are brave for getting lyrics tattooed because you have a tendency for changing them.â
You have a point there to be fair. So Matty just nods down to your phone and tells you to, âListen to the song again then if you donât believe me.â
So you do, you start About You again and when you really listen to the lyrics, the little shit might be right. But youâre not having it still, and your denial only makes this even funner to Matty.
You huff when the song ends, still frowning, âAs soon as this bus stops weâre going to HMV so I can buy a CD or a vinyl or something so I can see the lyrics.â
âBaby.â Matty says knowingly, whilst grinning like a fool.
âNo,â But youâre not having it, âI donât believe it until I see it officially in the lyrics in the album.â
âY/N,â Your boyfriend tries to remind you, âI literally wrote the song.â
âAnd yet I don't trust you even a little bit.â You say, getting yourself up and giving him a snarky smile before you pinch the airpod out of his ear and head back to the others in the main lounge.
On your way you can hear Matty laughing but he doesnât say anything when he enters the room a moment later. All that he does is grin, knowing heâs right for once, and the grin stays on his face for another hour until youâre pulling him off the bus and into the bustling city centre.
You had to be quick, getting your shoes and coats on and into an anonymous enough state that you wouldnât be recognised. Well, mostly Matty, hip putting his hood up instantly wrapping himself up in his big coat with sunglasses on as the light was starting to disappear. You did feel like an idiot when he put sunglasses on you too, but then he reminded you that you were keeping your relationship out of everyone else's business for now so he even pulled up your hood too.
You were on a mission to reach HMV before it closed and thankfully you got there with about 20 minutes to spare. It was nice walking hand in hand with Matty though, and chatting about what was going on around you and all the stuff that you liked that you saw in different shop windows.
Matty tried to suggest you go in and have a look before everything closes but you pulled him along with you until you were inside HMV and had a CD of Being Funny In A Foreign Language in your hands. Your boyfriend finds you adorable when you had a grin on your face when you picked it up, as if it wasnât going to be on the shelf. He canât help but smile at you.
But his smile falls from his face when you walk up to the A section and pick up a copy of AM and tell him, âIâm going to get Flo to get him to sign it for me.â
Matty just shakes his head and pulls you along to the till, wanting more time wandering around while the shops were still open. Once you handed over the CDs, thankfully Matty managed not to let you pay for them as he beat you to getting his phone on the card machine, something which you scorned him for until you were out of the shop and he shut you up with a kiss.
With the rest of the evening free, you and Matty ended up having an impromptu date. You ended up walking to the Cineworld which wasnât a far walk and you ended up going to watch M3GAN as there weren't many other good options. This you thankfully ended up paying for, much to Mattyâs dismay, but you reminded him that you said you would be paying on the next date so you got your drinks and popcorn too.
Both of you sat in the back corner where you happily remained undetected by anyone and Matty couldnât stop smiling at the fact he got to hold your hand for the entirety of the film. Even if the film was mediocre at best, he was glad he got to chuckle away with it with you by his side.
Only when you both made it back to the bus just after 10:30, did you find that it was just Adam, Carly, and baby still on board, as everyone else had gone out drinking. They were watching a film in the back lounge so you and Matty just said a quick hello before keeping to yourselves.
There was a quick conversation about possibly going to join the others but Matty didnât want to. He selfishly wanted you all to himself for a while longer. It's when you get your shit out of your bag that you notice the CDs that until now have remained untouched. You pull Being Funny out with a smile and turn to your boyfriend whoâs already noticed what you have and is smirking at you, waiting expectantly.
Youâre eager to wipe that look from his face so you sit down beside him and carefully take the CD out of the sleeve it comes in and you pick out the lyrics sheet. Finding About You is easy but then your world crumbles, youâre wrong.
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
Matty cackles when your face falls and you just silently fold the sheet back up and slip it back beside the CD with a look of defeat on your face. Your boyfriend pulls you into him and you fall into his chest as you stubbornly stay rigid in his arms.
He giggles, âI told you so.â
You push yourself out of his grasp, jokingly keeping the annoyed facade going and you push the cd into his chest as you get up, âYou can sign it now for that comment, dick.â
âAw,â Matty coos and throws the CD to the table. He jokes as he wraps his arms around you, still wanting to laugh, âKnew you were only with me to make money on Ebay.â
âGot that right.â You nod and Matty just cackles as he places kisses on your cheeks.
The following night in Glasgow when soundchecking, Matty pulled you onto the stage with him as he sang the correct version of About You, and he pulled you around the âhouseâ with him. And you pretending not to be impressed lasted about 10 seconds because you just ended up grinning and singing along the entire time.
Even more so when he had you kneel down on the floor in front of the table and he stood on it and reached down with his microphone to put it against your chin, exactly like he did to the girl in the Robbers music video. Needless to say, you got all flustered but you played your part anyway, even sticking your tongue out like the girl did in the video and Matty let his fingers dance across your tongue for a second.
When you knelt back on your ankles, so you could sing along with Polly, Matty then got down and sat on the edge of the table and he slowly leant in to kiss you. âHaving fun?â He mouthed and you gently nodded until his lips took yours. It felt magical kissing him on stage, especially because you knew it all felt a little bit meta with it looking exactly like the Robbers video as he was singing the follow up to it.
That night on stage at the actual show, your note made Matty laugh, reminding him of yesterday with the talcum powder incident with his nephew.
Greys looking beautiful tonight grandad x
The Glasgow crowd was great, you loved every single second of being in that crowd. You spent a bit of your time with Jordan that night, going to different places with him and watching him take pictures from afar before you ultimately made yourself at home in the pit.
You thought that this being your 6th show, you would have somehow found it less painful to leave the pit during Give Yourself A Try, but itâs not. It still pains you each time you do it, but thankfully you can still hear it when you disappear off to head backstage with Jamie.
It ends up being an hour and a half before you end up back on the bus, and that night you were heading straight down to Manchester. Somewhere youâre really eager to go because youâd only been a handful of times and you really didnât know the ins and outs of the city like Matty does, so when he promised you a tour you got really excited at the thought. You couldnât wait till tomorrow to get there.
But it was that night on the bus when you needed to squeeze out of the bunk to get yourself a drink that you noticed your tote from the previous day was folded up on the table. You grab it, intending to put it in the mesh pocket of yours and Mattys bunk so you donât lose it, but instead you feel CDs. And thatâs when you remember your purchases.
You take them out, smiling when you see AM, knowing Flo will find it funny that you bought it. But itâs when you see Being Funny that youâre a little shocked and your heart doubles in size.
Never for a second did you think Matty would actually sign the CD for you, but he did sign his name in the top right hand corner with three kisses underneath it. But itâs what heâs written on the left side that has you melting.
// Be A Riot //
Itâs then that you know that the man who wrote that for you is probably the most special person in your life, as even though it may seem like such a simple lyric to write, it means so much more. You fully allow yourself to give in to every little happiness he brings you from that moment on, and it starts with you going back to your bunk and plastering hundreds of kisses across his face before you settle down and whisper to each other just how obsessed you are and falling asleep in each other's arms.
~*~*~*~ 20th January ~*~*~*~
Manchester is so much fun, especially with Matty by your side. He really is the best tour guide, and he had been everywhere else youâd been, but he seems to come alive in his hometown.
He holds your hand the entire time, both of you dressed in your disguises so no one spots you wondering around the day of their gig. It made you giggle at the amount of people in 1975 tops that you passed but thankfully Matty evaded detection.
You felt like you were watching your boyfriend's Zane Lowe interview all over again because Matty took you around the same places the video showed. But it was so much fun with Matty explaining to you properly and in detail the shit that he and the boys got up to when they were younger.
First he takes you around the Northern Quarter, he shows you the square of bars that will be heaving later on that night and he shows you the spot where he wrote The City back in the day and you donât even try and hide your smile from him.
Going to Afflecks and seeing their poster up on the wall surrounded by so many other posters of musical legends fills your heart and you canât help yourself taking a quick picture of it to keep for yourself.
You were gutted you couldnât take a picture with it but when you look up the stairs to the right and you catch a glimpse of a photo booth, you almost drag Matty upstairs with you so you can freely take a picture together without risking getting caught.
Heâs faster than you when he pays for the pictures once youâre inside and the curtainâs drawn, and you both quickly put your hoods down and take off your sunglasses so that you donât take pictures in your disguises.
At first you think 6 poses is going to be a job for you to come up with in less than 5 seconds in between pictures but your boyfriend makes you giggle so much that it comes natural when you mess about in front of the camera.
Mattyâs cute though, cupping your jaw and giving you a sweet kiss for the last one and when you see them all printed, you melt in his arms. He steals one last kiss as you finish getting yourselves back into your disguises and you make sure to carefully put the photo strips away before you walk out of the booth.
Before you have to go back to the venue for soundcheck, he takes you to Gorilla and when you get there he tells you what he has planned for the gig theyâre going to have there.
He nonchalantly says, âWeâre doing all of self titled.â and you gasp loudly in response.
âWhat?!â Is the only thing you can say after that information has been dumped on you.
Matty chuckles in amusement, âYeah⌠Thought youâd like that news.â
âNot when I have a trip to Copenhagen planned for Ameliaâs Birthday!â You hide your face in your hands and take a deep breath before asking, âDeluxe version or just the regular version?â
âWhat happens if I say deluxeâŚâ Matty taunts you with a smirk, but when you drop your hands and glare at him very seriously, he presses his lips together not to laugh.
âYou better not.â Itâs all you warn him with, even the thought of that happening makes you sick.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, dropping a kiss on your cheek and then one on the corner of your mouth and right before he can trap your lips in a sweet kiss, he whispers, âThe regular version.â
You allow yourself to melt into him for a bit, but when his tongue teases your bottom lip, you pull away to make him suffer a bit for what youâre going to miss soon. Your hand comes up to his cheek and you pat it softly, âIt better be.â
Going back to the venue was a bit more hectic than you expected, you had to be very careful with not getting caught by the big queue of fans lining up outside the venue for the show. But once inside, thanks to Mark and Scott being the absolute best, being around everyone again is a relief. A newfound sense of familiarity that youâre growing to cherish, therefore youâre dreading the end of tour in only 10 days.
When you walk out to watch the lads on stage and you see Charli up there with them, George guiding her into the house through the door and showing her the way around, your jaw drops.
âAre you the surprise tonight?!â You ask loudly, your hand hovering over your mouth in shock.
Charli offers you a smirk and nods, âYes baby!â
You squeal in excitement, and watch as she quickly rehearses what her entrance will be like. She puts on a little show for you as she sings a few scattered lines of Vroom Vroom into a microphone that doesnât play through the speakers. Of course she couldnât soundcheck properly so that no one could hear and ruin the surprise, but she trusted that it would go smoothly when the time came for her to walk in on stage.
Carly, Charli and you are standing against the barricade fence after your pop star friend has finished her brief rehearsal and you watch the lads soundcheck with a big smile on your faces.
Their banter makes you all laugh, and you all join in taking the piss of each other here and there. When your boyfriend taps his trouserâs pocket with his brows raised, you know itâs his silent way to ask about getting a note tonight and you wink at him in response. A cute blush rises on his cheeks and his voice grows sweeter when he starts singing the chorus to Oh Caroline when heâs instructed through his in-ears.
Your note makes him giggle as he flushes from head to toe, he can feel his cheeks warm and that feeling you give him envelops him entirely. A bubble of happiness bursts inside him and it coats every inch of him, all because you saidâŚ
Obsessed with you x
He sings with a bit more intent after that. The fact that itâs Manchester theyâre playing in and that he wants to impress you even more, makes for his voice to come out beautifully sultry and youâre left in awe hearing him come to life on stage.
Like you expected, Amelia was shocked to the core when you facetime her with the little bit of signal you get as Charli is about to walk on stage, and you all but scream the lyrics out along with the pop queen and the rest of the crowd.
After that the gig just kept getting better though. Your boyfriend got a Greggs sausage roll thrown at him and he was giggling as he picked it up and took a bite and then spat it out. It certainly gave everyone a laugh, the band included, and they continued their set.
When the gig finishes and you head back to the greenroom, Matty comes all sweaty to you and traps you in a hug that then turns to him wrapping an arm around your waist and using his other hand to cup your jaw and pull you in for a dizzying kiss.
âObsessed with you too.â Matty says once he pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours and nudging your nose with his in a cute eskimo kiss.
He feels as you scrunch up your nose and you lean in for another quick kiss, humming into it as a sign of approval. You donât think youâll ever grow tired of hearing him say those words to you, it always manages to make you putty in his hands.
Drinking with everyone and enjoying the wave of energy after the show is so fulfilling every time. An excuse to celebrate the bandâs talent and their continuous delivery on a great show. So itâs easy to let time fly by as you do: cracking jokes, laughing at the guysâ occurrences, sharing their funny views of the crowd, talking about how mental it had gotten when Charli came out.
Soon enough itâs time to leave the venue but youâre surprised when you get to the bus and your boyfriend tells you to get your stuff because youâre staying somewhere else tonight.
You were expecting a hotel room to be the destination but when you sit in the back of the Uber Matty has ordered, he tells you with a massive grin that the plan for tonight is, âWeâre staying at Deniseâs.â
Matty doesnât miss the way your face lights up at the news and he feels your heating cheeks when you hide your face in the crook of his neck with a soft squeal of excitement only he hears.
It takes about half an hour to get to Deniseâs house so when you walk through the front door, you find her half asleep waiting for you to get there. She greets you sweetly, this time remembering your name instead of calling you âchicken nugget date girlâ, and only after a few minutes of small talk she excuses herself to go to bed.
Lincoln isnât far behind her, making everyone a brew before he goes upstairs to join his wife whoâs probably already asleep despite him making her a cup of tea too. Louis chats with the both of you a little more before he calls it a night too.
Your boyfriend doesnât waste more time after his family leaves to drag you upstairs, promising heâd show you around tomorrow. He was also knackered and he had wanted to have you all to himself for ages now, so itâs very quick that you find yourself walking into his childhood bedroom and smiling at the glimpse into a younger Mattyâs mind.
You look at the pictures he has on the walls, of the four boys among other friends who he went to school with or met at various parties. You spotted Flo in a few of them too and itâs so adorable to you that you get a glimpse into the people they used to be.
You were smiling and asking questions about them all, even telling Matty that a photobooth picture of him and Flo from when they clearly first got together was cute. You like that he hasnât shut off that part of his life and the picture is still up, because after all his experiences have made him into the man who he is today.
Matty smiles at the memory of it but he just takes the photobooth picture that the two of you took today and puts it up in a free spot on his wall. That warms your heart deeply, you canât stop grinning as the both of you then get settled.
The singer jumps on his bed, flopping down on it and you giggle watching his hair flying everywhere and eventually coming to rest almost over his eyes. Matty just lets out a long sigh, clearly loving the feeling of lying on a proper bed again and you must admit you canât wait to join him.
Matty makes no effort to get himself undressed, other than kicking off his shoes and socks and pulling his tie even looser. Instead he watches you, not even bothering to hide how much heâs grinning as he watches you make yourself at home in his room.
His grin only gets bigger when he watches you get undressed and he mutters under his breath how fucking good you look which just makes you flush a little but you choose to mostly ignore him and instead ask for one of his tops. He points over to a drawer where he knows there will be some and he smiles watching as you pull out his Revelation Records original bold top and slip it on.
You finish changing and come to sit down on his bed, grabbing your skincare stuff and start blindly applying it to yourself. That is until Matty exaggeratedly coughs a few times clearly expectantly as he wants you to do his too like youâve been doing every night youâve been away.
Heâs all smiles as you rub the various creams into his face, even kissing the palm of your hand and then over the tattoo on your wrist followed by a small thank you when you finish. After that though he puckers his lips at you, and you giggle as you scooch down the bed and get comfy enough to kiss him how he wants.
Your heart feels very full, being in your boyfriends childhood bedroom, kissing him goodnight after heâs put on an excellent hometown show, with only the warm light of his bedside lamp letting you see just how big his smile gets. Itâs really difficult for your heart not to stretch to a certain place too early, but you love everything about this new relationship despite only being in it for such a short amount of time.
But with him kissing you so sweetly, how he always does, and him pulling you into him so youâve got practically no space between you, itâs not a shock he always makes your heart stutter. You love getting lost kissing him, itâs certainly a favourite pastime of yours.
And you love the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair, how he clutches you tighter when you do to his curls and the groans he lets out when you pull on them.
You do just that and just like you were expecting, his mouth hangs open for a second when he lets out a groan. You canât help the giggle that escapes you, giddy from the affection and the realisation of how youâre growing to anticipate his actions.
The sound of your bubbly laugh lights up a spark inside him. The walls of the dam that contains all that he feels for you burst and it all comes pouring hot and sticky, melting his insides and flipping a switch that makes him eager to translate the mess of his emotions into something you can understand.
He presses your lips a bit harder then, hips bucking forward and pressing in between your parted legs which has you gasping. Your tongues meet and taste each other when he catches his chance to do so, fingers digging into your skin as his hold grows with intention.
Matty doesnât want to let you go. He doesnât think he ever will.
But he wonât get ahead of himself. He wants to make you feel good, like you do to him with just your presence, with the simple sweetness of your laughter, the warmth of your touch, your silly jokes at his expense. He could go on and on, every day adding a new thing to the list.
In your head, a very different train of thought is going on. Youâre entirely too aware of where you are and who is in the same space as you, so feeling him getting increasingly eager about getting off with you, you have to be the one to cut things before they move past a point of no return.
âMatty.â You smile, knowing where this road leads and itâs not somewhere the both of you can go in his childhood bedroom.
âMmmh.â He hums against your lips, keeping them against yours not wanting to stop kissing you at all.
You repeat yourself, âMatty,â this time hoping he takes the hint.
He reluctantly pulls away, quickly asking, âWhat?â as he pecks your lips a few more times.
Youâre grinning as you tell him with knowing eyes, âCalm down.â
But that makes your boyfriend frown a little, âWhatâs wrong?â
âWeâre in your Mum's house.â You remind him, almost finding it funny he forgot, âShe'll hear us. Your whole family will hear us.â
âNo they wonât.â Matty shakes his head, knowing heâs not been caught out before so he doesnât expect he will now. âRelax, I wanna make you feel good baby.â
âMatty.â You try to reason with him, still not entirely sold on the idea.
The sheer embarrassment of Denise knowing youâve shagged her son in her house a mere 20 days after first getting with him is something you donât think you could ever live down. Youâre aware sheâs a legend and a lovely person so she would probably never comment on it even if she did hear you, but you don't know if you could handle the embarrassment of being looked at with knowing eyes.
âCome on, I know you can bite those pretty lips to stop yourself being loud.â Matty grins, dragging his thumb over your already puffy bottom lip. âCan you do that for me baby?â
Instinctively you nod, always wanting to be good for him, but then you realise what youâve just agreed to, âBut-â
Mattyâs already chuckling at you giving in and then catching yourself. As soon as he sees that nod of yours he moves his hand from your hip to between your legs and feels that youâve soaked through your underwear which makes his jaw lock and your âbutâ catch in your throat and whine.
Your boyfriend starts drawing circles over your clit through your underwear and if he didnât have the confirmation of what you want already, the buck of your hips into his hand certainly gave it to him. And Matty canât fucking wait to have you unravel underneath him again, heâs dying to at this point.
Your boyfriend kisses you sweetly again as if heâs not already doing anything sinful, âYou gonna let me make you feel good?â
You nod a little in his hold, âYeah.â pleasure already creeping its way up your spine.
âGood girl.â He smirks before kissing you deeply once more, before pulling away and telling you to, âRelax.â
But there's only so much relaxing you can do when a man is kissing his way down your body, heading to where you want him desperately.
Your boyfriend teases you beyond belief, that sinful tongue of his licking up your already soaked underwear just to make you choke on your breath and bite your bottom lip harder before he decides he wants to play with you a little more. After pulling your underwear off, you expect him to go straight to where youâre already throbbing for him, but no.
Matty decides that now is the time to appreciate a womanâs thighs. Slowly he kisses, licks, and bites his way down your skin, building your anticipation again and again until your hips gain a mind of their own and start bucking towards him, it makes Matty chuckle at the same time you plead for him to stop teasing you.
Only after you beg him once more does he give you what you want. Matty laps at your clit like a man starved, knowing exactly how to tease you now and he smirks to himself when your thighs tremble beside his head before dipping his tongue down to drink you in again.
He notices the way youâre holding your moans to yourself, huffing as he flicks your swollen clit with a skilled tongue, your teeth digging harshly on your bottom lip to quiet your whines when he sucks on your clit.
A pop slices the struggling silence in the room when he pulls back, and you find how at the pressure of keeping quiet, his praise heightens your need by a tenfold. âSo good for me baby.â His words fall sweetly from his lips, lashes fluttering as he looks up to you and you nod in agreement, hips writhing as an attempt to get him back to what he was doing.
âThink you can hold those pretty sounds as you cum on my tongue.â Your boyfriend says next, dropping a string of kisses on your inner thigh, taking the opportunity to dig his teeth on your skin as if pushing you to the edge and see how much you can take until you break your silence.
You nod frantically, your eyes closed, teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip only letting the tiniest hum of confirmation spill. And youâre sure Matty smirks again before he moves back to your core, only giving you a few seconds of teasing when his hot breath hits your core and you squirm at the feeling.
His wet and bold tongue comes to meet your dripping centre and itâs a blinding feeling of relief and tightening pleasure that just promises to drive you insane. Youâre almost holding your breath so that you donât make a noise but the faster he becomes in his movements on your clit, the more you fail. Your breath grows heavy and it starts leaving you in gasps, hands clawing at the sheets of the bed so tightly so you donât let your whines slip past your lips.
Senses go into overdrive, all you can see is white behind your eyelids but your ears are catching so well the wet sounds of his mouth on your slick cunt. Your hips become erratic when the coil in the pit of your stomach tightens to an eye-watering degree.
All he can think of as he watches you writhe beneath him is the word mine. He watches his stunning girlfriend losing her mind at the way his tongue moves. He can't help but stare at the way his girlfriendâs chest rapidly rises and falls as he can see the way her hard nipples stand against the fabric of his top before you use your free hand to tease yourself. Youâre all his and Matty forces himself to commit the moment to memory, banking it up for another inevitable lonely tour night when you won't be able to join him.
A breathy and desperate, âMatty, f-fuck,â reaches his ears and, along with your shaking legs and your white knuckle grip on the sheets, it lets him know youâre about to let go. So he hums, encouraging you to give it all to him. And the vibration of it is just what you needed for that tension to snap.
Matty canât tear his eyes away as you cum on his tongue, your flushed chest heaving as your breaths become messy and your back arches. The taste of you mixed with the sight of you makes him grind his hips harder into his bed, needing that slight bit of stimulation himself.
You come down with a few gasps at the feeling of his tongue still teasing you, sore fingers letting go of the bedding to tug on his curls and pull him away. He looks up, a devilish grin plastered on his face showing heâs proud of what heâs achieved before he dips back down, cleaning up the mess heâs made.
The tight grasp you have on his hair doesnât deter him, if only it encourages him and youâre left focusing on not making noise instead. Youâre biting your tongue so hard just so you donât make a loud noise but youâre struggling a lot so you just beg, âMatty, please,â as you tug on his locks once more and thankfully he listens.
You pull on his curls until he moves with you and he crawls back up your body. Itâs a messy kiss you pull him into, tasting yourself on his tongue has you whining and wanting more of him.
Matty rocks himself into you a few times and the friction of it on your overstimulated clit has you gasping. Heâs hard, probably enough for it to begin to be painful, so you break your kiss to ask him, âDo you want me to give you head?â
He kisses you again, his hips grinding against you again, and when you groan he kisses your neck he whispers, âI want to be inside you.â
God, you really want that too, but you know you canât. âNo.â You shake your head.
Matty chuckles, pulling up to ask with a grin of disbelief, as if he canât feel how wet youâve already got again through his pants. He teases, âYou donât want to shag me baby?â
He kisses down your neck, bruising his way down your skin drawing short moans out of you as you pull on his hair, wanting him to continue. But then you remember where you are, âMatty, everyoneâs gonna hear.â
You only just kept quiet as he was giving you head. Youâre going to be absolutely done for if he fucks you too.
âNot if you trust me.â Matty locks eyes with you as he asks, âDo you trust me?â
âYes.â You nod, not trusting anyone more than him at this point.
He grins, pulling on your top a little, âTake this off for me then baby.â
You do as you're told and strip off your top as Matty sheds himself of his clothes. He dumps his tie and his shirt where he was previously lay beside you before getting up to pull his pants and underwear down.
Pressing your thighs together when you see just how hard youâve made your boyfriend is little relief. Mattyâs busy gawking at your body though, aching even more than he was without his restrictive clothing. He pumps himself twice, his breath catching as he does but he canât stop when he looks at you lying on his bed like that.
Your boyfriend goes to move back to the bed but you shake your head, telling him, âCondom.â
âThought we scrapped those?â He asks with a curious smile.
You tell him sternly, âIâm not having us make a mess and look at your Mum's face as we put the sheets in the wash.â
It almost makes Matty chuckle, instead he just smiles, âOkay baby.â before routing in his bag to find one.
Matty puts it on with ease before he finds his home perched back between your legs. And considering you âdidnât want him to fuck youâ, he almost finds it comical how desperate youâre looking beneath him right now.
Your boyfriend kisses you deeply again, you can still taste yourself on his tongue and that along with the way he holds your jaw has you moaning against those sinful lips of his.
The kiss only gets messier as it goes, your hands desperately clutching onto him as he presses himself on you. The heaviness of his cock presses and rubs on your clit as his hips move, in a desperate attempt to chase your second orgasm, you move your hips in tune and it just feels too good for your mind to remember youâre supposed to be quiet.
He chuckles against your lips before he pulls away completely, his hips pulling away as well make you whine at the loss of the delicious friction. But you peel your eyes open to see what heâs doing, thinking that heâs doing this to edge you.
You watch as Matty reaches to the side and you see him grab his tie. He wraps it over the knot that's already in it a few times which makes you ask, âWhat are you doing?â
âKeeping you quiet.â Your boyfriend smirks, âOpen.â
Your stomach drops, realising what that means, and you do as you're told. Matty sees the way your eyes get that little bit darker as he puts his tie in your mouth.
When he comes back close to you, pressing himself against you again, he watches your teeth digging into the fabric in your mouth, a moan being muffled by the tie so he smirks seeing that it works.
âGood girl.â Matty praises you, leaning in to have his face hover above yours and watch every little detail on your face as he finally goes to fill you up.
His right hand goes down to guide himself to your centre, teasing your clit by rubbing it with the tip of his cock which elicits a mewl thatâs drowned by the fabric on your mouth. Heâs enjoying it far too much, the visual of you gagged underneath him and almost desperate to have him inside you makes Matty impossibly hard.
Slowly he stretches you out, biting on his bottom lip as he goes further and when he feels your nails scratching his back as he bottoms out, Matty grabs your arms and pins your wrists over your head. He crosses them so he can keep them in place with his left hand but before he starts moving, he asks for confirmation that youâre not uncomfortable with what heâs just done, âThis okay baby?â
Your hasty nodding is entirely amusing to him, he loves seeing you surrendered to him like this. He pulls his hips back the furthest he can without completely exiting you and in a strong swift movement, he bottoms out again.
Slow and hard, thatâs the pace he sets and it has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You had never been gagged before but you find yourself really enjoying it, the thrill of having to have your mouth stuffed with his tie not to get caught has you even more turned on. And adding your hands being pinned over your head as your boyfriend pounds into you, is enough to have you a mess of muffled moans and whines.
Just thinking of the situation has you clenching hard around him and he doesnât let it go unnoticed, âOh you like this?â Matty smirks, âSuch a whore, arenât you?â
He feels your thighs tighten around his hips, clearly enjoying being called a whore and it makes his smirk more prominent. His eyes are full of lust as he asks, âJust want me to ruin you, is that right?â
Nodding desperately, you need everything from him now. Your hips buck at him when he does that and you whine a little on the material keeping you quiet. Matty kisses your neck a few times then, and you can feel his smirk, clearly loving having you exactly at his mercy. And you canât even pretend youâre not loving it either.
âFuck baby.â Your boyfriend heavily breathes, his eyes darkening that little bit more feeling just how tight you are wrapped around him. âYou look so good. Feel fucking amazing.â
He fucks into you mercilessly, quickly finding the angle that has you almost thrashing beneath him and he knows heâs found your g spot. You canât even meet his thrusts anymore, the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach is almost too much and the blinding heat that stirs inside you has you biting hard on his tie.
Your eyes screw shut and head throws back further into the pillow as he continues whispering vulgar things about how he loves having you like this into your ear and teasing you about just how much youâre enjoying it.
âCome on baby, I can feel youâre close. Cum for me.â Matty says as he kisses just under your ear, biting your earlobe and dragging between his teeth before sucking on the part of your neck that he knows makes you weak. âPlease baby, be a good girl and let go for me.â
And it doesnât take much more than the promise of praise and his hips meeting yours over and over to have you finishing. It hits you and itâs like a blinding white heat runs up your body and takes over your senses.
Matty watches you orgasm beneath him, entirely awestruck at the way you lose yourself. Itâs lucky he gagged you because you moan loudly as your high takes over and he can only manage a few more thrusts with how tightly youâre clenching around him.
Itâs only seconds before he cums too, filling the condom and moaning down your ear which adds to your own orgasm tenfold. He fucks into you a few more times to drag out the pleasure running through you both before he slows and settles himself, freeing your wrists and pulling his tie from your mouth as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Your arms fall down over his shoulders, entirely weak just like your body feels but you let your fingers run back into his hair when he lifts himself back up looking at you like heâs drunk. You giggle a little before you kiss him and itâs the sweetest sensation after being fucked by him.
Matty grins when he pulls away, and you giggle at each other before Matty leans down and gives you a little eskimo kiss, before again admitting, âIâm obsessed with you.â
Your heart is so full, you don't even hesitate to say back, âObsessed with you too baby.â
Matty blushes at that which makes you giggle again and you pull on his hair so he comes back for one last kiss. After that you both decide a shower is in order and as Matty disposes of the condom and goes and grabs the both of you a towel, he embarrasses you.
âWeâll have to sneak out tomorrow morning.â He tells you with a small grin on his face.
You ask curiously, âWhy?â
âBecause that tie did nothing, you were so loud.â Matty tells you, his smile full now.
Your jaw drops at that, thinking back over it and you frown, âNo I wasnât.â
He starts chuckling, disagreeing with you in jest, âSo loud baby.â
He just wants to make you sweat a little. You were fine and he knows for certain no one will have heard anything, he just loves getting you flustered.
âI wasnât, you cheeky sod.â You whine trying your best not to smile and fake annoyance. You pick his tie up and throw it at him as you say, âYouâre not all that Healy.â
He laughs, batting the tie away with ease but he tilts his head and narrows his eyes a little, âYou say that, but I just gave you two orgasms.â
âAnd?â You shake your head, letting him know he isnât god's gift, âSo does my vibrator.â
Matty canât help but think touche, but he opts to tease you instead, âAnd that's a show Iâd definitely like to watch one day.â
Instantly, your face flames and you start glitching. You stumble trying to come up with some backchat but no coherent words form and the moment for you to be slick passes, so you just end up waving for him to leave, âGo and get me a towel, you twat.â
Matty cackles as he leaves the room doing as he's told. Before the both of you know it, youâre in the shower together and even though it should be steamy and hot, itâs probably one of the cutest things either of you have done together.
Youâre both giggling and then catching yourselves, mostly you shushing the both of you, as you donât want to be found out. But despite the both of you not making it interesting in a sinful way, you end up washing the other's hair.
It started with you shampooing his hair, and when it foamed up and his hair went stiff you couldnât help but giggle when you morphed it into a mohawk. You joke about him looking good until he threatens to cut his curls to bring his mohawk back and you decline his offer with a look that screamed that you would kill him if he did. You tell him not to touch those curls of his.
And when you carry on giggling as you mould his hair into different shapes before you let him rinse it out, Matty canât help but get a little in his head about everything as he admires you and giggles along.
If society didnât deem that the two of you were far too early on in your relationship, Matty would get on one knee here and now and properly propose to you because he just genuinely canât think of anyone better for him. Youâre perfect, and the fact you get on like youâve forever been the best of friends but also have an amazing relationship is the entire package for him.
It might be far too soon, but when you know you know. And Matty has never felt this way so intensely about someone for such a long time, heâd forgotten how it felt to crumble down inside at the sight of someone he felt so much for just existing. The world feels better and brighter when youâre in his presence and you make his heart ache in a way he now knows heâd missed.
After a shower filled with cute kisses, longing touches, and lots of giggles, the both of you get out and head back to his room to dry off. Even when you put his top back on and both get cosy in bed together and youâre just chatting about where heâs going to show you tomorrow, he just holds you close, thanking his lucky stars you came into his life.
Falling asleep to the sound of the otherâs voice promises smiles that stay on your faces for a bit until your slumber switches them into pouts, your arms wrapped around each other and fingers clutching tight as if there was a possibility of one of you evaporating if you dared let your hold run loose, legs tangled together and heavy breaths hitting each otherâs skin.
Your heart grows in size when youâre in Mattyâs arms and you know just how fast and hard youâre falling for him when your brain deems it not enough to have him present daily in front of you, by your side, for he materialises in your dreams and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Even in your sleep-driven imaginative scenes he manages to make you a mess of grins that reach your eyes, rumble of butterflies filling your stomach, tingling going to every inch of your body.
And waking up, finding him there still, with his curls a mess over the pillow and those lips you love to kiss up in a pout as he continues to breathe slowly in his sleep, makes you almost feel like youâve somehow managed to hit the jackpot youâve silently been praying for your whole life.
To find the one.
And you think youâve found him. You really hope you have.
~*~*~*~
Being shown around the infamous Wilmslow by your boyfriend was one of the highlights of the whole tour for you. You had such a good time, you already canât wait to go back for a proper stay there.
The both of you slept in a little that morning, coming downstairs to greet everyone else at 11:30 which after your late night it didnât seem to surprise anyone. Thankfully it seems no one caught on to what happened in Mattyâs childhood bedroom because nothing was said and there was no knowing glances or anything.
You all had a cooked breakfast that Denise and Lincoln made which acted as a lovely brunch, satisfying your hunger for most of your day out. After you all finished your meal and chatting, Matty decided he was showing you around for the day which you were more than happy with.
Denise throwing her suggestions in for where to take you really made you giggle, Matty sighing at a few of them as he was already going to take you there but she apparently ruined the surprise. But you loved that she told him to take you to where he used to work because that did give you a giggle.
Matty gave you the bigger tour first, opting to take the car to show you his and the boys' old high school and he told you so many stories about the shit they all got up to back in the day. You would pay so much money to be a fly on the wall back then and experience it like a film playing out to you.
He showed you his old house that he lived in before he was a teenager, and on the drive he pointed out the other boys' childhood homes, telling you Adamâs house felt like a second home to him and that his Mum, Sue, always felt like his second Mum.
Your journey ends with him taking you to Carrs park where the both of you have a nice long walk together, sharing stories and walking hand in hand as you find out more about each other. Matty tells you of the summers that he and the boys used to come down to the park all the time and on hot days they would mess about in the river.
He tells you about when Flo would come over for summers to stay with Adam in Manchester instead of staying in Sheffield, and about how she apparently always preferred her Aunt and Uncleâs home over her own. That he taught her how to skateboard at the skate park that was also in the park which he showed you and you made him promise that in the summer he would bring you back and show you his skills.
You both walk around the park for just over an hour before you head back to the car, and Matty continues with his tour. This time he parks up just off Wilmslow highstreet and you walk down with him.
He shows you The Rex cinema which if you both had more time here he would have taken you to see a film but he promises to bring you back for a date night. To make up for it, he takes you a few doors further down and buys you a few cocktails in Revs, your favourite being the Mean Girl one that comes with a post-it note pegged onto the glass that says âSo Fetchâ.
Matty ends up having a few drinks too and itâs only after youâve both had two cocktails and 3 flavoured shots each that he realises you both drove here. Thankfully that gets quickly resolved by him phoning his brother and he promises Louis that if he comes to drive you both back, he will buy him a bottle of vodka and pay for his taxi from home to the car later.
Whilst in Revs, you spot a photobooth and after how cute the last ones were, you canât resist doing another one. These pictures turn out to be extremely coupley, but you blame that on being tipsy and loving your boyfriend's lips on your own. The print was black and white and the camera captured your kisses, giggles, and funny faces and you download the digital version instantly so you can put the cutest one as your lock screen.
You go on your merry way after another few drinks, Matty walking you further up the highstreet to the big Sainsburys so he can get his brother's alcohol and you canât help but giggle at the mere sight of it. Even more so now because youâre tipsy.
Matty already knows why youâre laughing, but when you ask him, âIs this the Sainsburys?â and he confirms it is the Sainsburys, you get so excited. As if him mentioning the supermarket in a song makes it a landmark you have to see.
You make him giggle though when you run off in front of him in the shop and only when he catches you up and you scorn him does he understand what you were doing. Itâs when you tell him, âNo, pretend you don't know me and come flirt with me.â that he canât stop giggling.
The fact that youâve gone hours without food meant the alcohol has gotten to you and your tipsy state is hilarious to him. The fact you want to be a girl he flirts with in a Sainsburys is all the more wholesome to him though, at least this time he knows he will have an effect on you because itâs so easy to make you putty in his hands.
He does the little roleplay you desired and he loves the way youâre grinning at him, even though the pick up line he used was utter shit, he can tell youâre all flustered. And you only get worse when he breaks the charade and whispers other explicit things in your ear of what he would like to do to and with you and you have to push him away from you, the proximity too much to bear when he gets you too embarrassed and worked up.
You can just about look at him again when you leave the supermarket and he grabs you hand as he continues to show you the last few things on his tour of his home. He walks you back down the highstreet, this time on the other side of the road to let you have a nosy at the shops, before walking straight over the road.
He takes you to his Caffe Nero where he used to work and the both of you get a coffee, in hopes to make the both of you less tipsy, before he walks you down to the Chinese he used to work at as a delivery driver. After a quick conversation, you and Matty decide you want something from there for your dinner, so he quickly phones his family to see if they want anything too.
Turns out they do, and after placing a big order with them, Louis comes and meets you to drive the both of you back to their home and you all have a big family meal. The vodka that was bought is cracked open almost immediately and the three of you end up having drinks together while Denise and Lincoln make themselves a mocktail pitcher to share as you all chat about everything and nothing.
Never have you felt so at ease in the presence of your partner's family, especially the first real time youâve spent with any of them. Maybe itâs because they're northern, or maybe it is just because they are fantastic people but youâve never felt so welcome in your life and youâre so thankful for them.
You even get told funny stories about when Matty was little, and your favourite anecdote about him is that when he was really little he had a lisp. You start teasing him and saying odd words mocking a lisp and your boyfriend pretends to be unamused, but it gets even funnier when you and Louis start doing it together. Denise and Lincoln cackled as Matty was getting more and more annoyed, but thankfully a kiss to the cheek appeased him when you got up to get you both another drink.
The family's kindness really makes you not want to leave, and you really will reluctantly do so tomorrow morning. Even more so when Denise hugs you so tightly before she heads up to bed and she thanks you for coming to stay and for such a lovely evening, and she makes you almost tear up when she tells you how much of a good fit she thinks you are for her son and how welcome you are to their family.
She calls you the daughter she never had and it makes you get a little lump in your throat and you just squeeze her tighter before thanking her again for being so hospitable to you. Youâve had such a good time, you drag the night out, trying to stop yourself from getting tired even when you and Matty head back upstairs to bed.
Matty knows what youâre doing and he finds it adorable but he reminds you that youâre too much of a Grandma to try and stay up late for two nights on the trot. As soon as he gets you changed into his top and your head hits his pillows, your eyes close and Matty laughs at the effort it seems to be taking you to reopen them.
So you donât have to, Matty just sheds off his clothes down to his underwear and he gets in bed beside you after flicking the lamp off, but he practically lays on top of you wanting you to cuddle him. Even when you're falling asleep you donât fail to root your fingers into his curls and you hum in satisfaction as you play with his hair for a few minutes, but as soon as you stop scratching his scalp, he knows youâre asleep.
But he doesnât follow you, instead he stays up for a little while longer and he moves back just a little so his eyes can go over every inch of your face. He wills himself to learn every detail of your face by heart, almost counting the freckles scattered on your skin as if that was a piece of information he had to live by, as if he had to look for constellations in the sky that resembled them as closely as possible just so he could feel you near when he eventually goes away.
Matty doesnât realise heâs brought his hand up to your face until you squirm under the touch of his fingers grazing your cheekbones softly. He stills at your sudden movement but his smile grows on his face when you end up humming, like you're encouraging him to continue as you fall deeper into your slumber.
Your growing warmth beneath him and the sound of your hums lull him to sleep, blissfully pressing his head on the pillow after heâs dropped a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and trying his hardest to continue looking at your gorgeous sleepy face for as long as his tired eyes allow him.
Even when his eyes manage to close and itâs too hard to peel them open again, he can see you burned into his eyelids and on the forefront of his mind is every moment heâs gotten to share with you today and these past few days of tour.
Selfishly, he wishes for them to never end. If thereâs one thing he would do anything to have is you beside him all the time.
Please, he says in his head and he hopes whoever can grant him that wish is listening.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next tour stop is Nottingham and driving down there after being in the ladsâ hometown is enlightening. It seems like being in their hometown, even if itâs just for a day, fills them up with a surge of energy that had been wearing down throughout the past few months theyâve spent on the road.
So of course, the time it takes you to get there is spent between them all going about the lounge taking the piss at each other and smoking, fighting over the most mundane opinions and even over a chocolate bar they found hidden away in the shelves.
The argument of who deserves to have the chocolate has been going on for over 10 minutes, everyone proposing their reasoning and it is growing more and more ridiculous by the minute. They keep making fun of each other's excuses and loudly counter proposing something that backs themselves up.
âItâs just chocolate, break it into pieces for everyone to have some.â Adam sighs in response to the bickering that keeps growing in volume which mixed with the few hours of sleep heâs had, is threatening to cause him a headache.
âNo, thatâs not fun.â Ross scowls at him like heâs a buzzkill for being the voice of reason in this debate. Instead, a cruel and fun way to get people to fight over the last chocolate comes to his mind and he smirks as his gaze sweeps everyone in the room. âWho has the saddest story?â
Georgeâs huff in annoyance is loud and it makes you think that this is definitely not the first time a play like this has come about to settle an argument. Still, you frown and ask, âWhat?â confused at the random prompt.
But your boyfriend answers before Ross can, âIt's a game we play, we give a different condition for a story each time to see who wins what weâre short of. This time the saddest story wins the chocolate.â
Your hesitant nod seems to be the only confirmation Ross needed, as if you were the one calling the shots this time to he places the chocolate back inside the cupboard and sits back in the booth to close call out whoâs staring with their anecdote.
The first to go is George who talks about how his childhood dog died and though you find it tragic, the guys just roll their eyes and ask for the next one because theyâd heard it way too many times before.
The rest of the band follows along, Adam refusing to participate because he finds it pointless and Matty skipping just because heâs fine being a spectator. Pollyâs anecdote makes you pout as you listen to her and you end up giving her a little hand squeeze when sheâs done. And then itâs your turn.
âY/N?â Ross raises his eyebrows at you, a challenging look as if heâs entirely sure you donât stand a chance to win this.
But you surprise him when you straighten in your seat, roll your shoulders and sigh heavily to prepare yourself mentally, knowing youâre so taking the chocolate for yourself.
âIâm playing to win this, okay?â Is your hint of a warning of whatâs to come but no one really takes it that seriously.
âOh go on then, doubt you can beat Pollyâs.â Matty taunts this time, a giggle almost weaving through his words.
You shrug, not really giving into the teasing of his words and you start your story, âOkay so this was about five years ago, I was at a party of sorts with my ex. For context I was with him for over three years, we were really happy and I loved this person right.â You almost laugh at the memory, just because of how pathetic it had made you feel for so long until you realised you were far better off.
Clearing your throat, you continue, âThen we go to this party but it's just like at his mates house and we're all there chatting outside around the fire pit and then the question gets asked, âwhere do you see yourself in twenty yearsâ so each of us go round answering. Everyone mentions kids, marriage, dream jobs, blah blah blahâŚâ
You wave your hand to diminish the importance of what was said and they watch as the corners of your lips twitch in amusement, âSo I go and I say everything I hope for, that I want to be happy, have my own house which I share with the person I love, as I'm holding hands with my ex.â Your eyes catch everyone looking attentively at you, waiting for you to continue, âWhatever, I carry on talking about having my own family and everyone is smiling and loving my answer but then my ex has his go.â
You take a deep breath before you go on with the worst part of your anecdote, âMy ex said, âIn twenty years I think I'm still going to be trying to find the girl of my dreamsâ.â
At that, you hear everyone gasping and when you let your eyes go up to see the group of people around you, you catch a few with their hands covering their mouths and a few just freely letting you see theyâre jaw dropped.
What you donât get to see is the way your boyfriendâs face has fallen completely, his heart sinking to the deepest pit of his stomach and he genuinely feels sick knowing someone had the audacity to say that. It feels like something clicks as to why you were so insecure when it came to you thinking he was âsettlingâ for you after hearing that.
But youâre not quite done yet, chuckling a bit at their reactions, you brush a strand of hair behind your ear and add, âAnd he didn't just leave it there. He went on to elaborate on what he was looking for. And just like all of you, all of his friends went deadly silent and were just looking at the two of us. I went entirely numb for a minute, but in that time I somehow managed to say, âhope you find herâ in the most monotone voice and got up and left.â
A few beats of silence pass, everyone too astounded to even find out what was correct to say in such a situation.
Until Ross breaks it with a simple, âThatâs fucking brutal.â which makes you snort out in laughter.
âI know. Can I have that chocolate now?â You extend your hand out for him to give you the prize, you know no one will dare to disagree that your story was the saddest.
And he nods, âAbsolutely, fucking hell.â
You watch as the bassist gets the chocolate from the cupboard and gives it to you, and after thanking him softly, you notice the way everyone is still silent, so you turn to them and call them out for it, âOkay, everyone lighten up, itâs been a while since then.â
Thankfully the mood lightens after you win their game, things move on when people get various phone calls and you start concentrating on your phones and whatâs on the TV again. Your past doesnât plague your mind in the slightest as youâve already buried that away with a nice little bow of trauma securing it away, and you have no intention of letting it get you upset any longer than it did a few years back. It was most definitely his loss anyway and youâre doing miles better for yourself these days.
You move on quite quickly, forgetting about it minutes after everyone went back to normal and you were more sidetracked with baby Hann and the chats you were having with Carly. But Matty couldnât get it out of his head.
He found that his heart still felt like it had been beaten to a pulp for you. It hurt him a lot hearing how someone who you let yourself be vulnerable with and who you opened your heart to, said something so awful and completely disregarded your relationship like it was nothing.
God knows if someone said that to him it would never not plague his thoughts or have a permanent sinking feeling in his chest. He canât help but think just how strong you are to have got through something like that and to be as happy and bubbly as you are now.
Since meeting you and getting to know you properly, Matty has always found himself incredibly lucky to easily make you smile or laugh that he canât imagine ever saying anything so horrible to you. It makes him want to cherish you even more, to protect you from anyone who could be so cruel and hold you closer and tighter than ever.
Which is what he ended up doing. He didnât bring it up until you were alone that night in the back lounge of the bus just after the last few others had disappeared off to bed.
Youâd not long since had a call with Amelia and your manager that started off as business related and as soon as your manager bid you goodbye, you had a good catch up with your best friend. Youâve probably not gone this long without seeing her for a while and you were both getting withdrawal symptoms so you definitely enjoyed your chat with her.
You were equally excited to get back to the fun conversations that always filled the bus, but you werenât surprised that it was only George and Matty that were coherently talking when you went back to socialise. Turns out youâd been chatting to your best friend for the best part of 3 hours and it was nearing 11pm and with it being an off day everyone was lazy and heading to bed early which you donât blame them for.
This tour and your boyfriend have really fucked with your sleeping pattern, a month ago you would be tired at this time but now you rarely get tired until 2am. But it meant more time being in Mattyâs presence and cuddling up to him awake in his bunk where you talk about anything that comes to mind until you eventually drift off so you donât mind in the slightest.
Even now after George has just headed off to bed, you just find yourself relaxing in your boyfriends hold that little bit more as you pay attention to the BBC Three show thatâs playing silently on the TV. Or that is until your boyfriend gets your attention again.
âIâm sorry that happened to you.â Matty whispers in your ear, a kiss being pressed on your cheek right after and his fingers clutching your waist tightly like you could be taken away from him if he wasnât cautious.
You let your head rest on his shoulder so you can look up at him and in slight confusion, you ask him, âWhat?â
âWith your ex. Iâm sorry he did that. It was awful to hear and thatâs not a par on what it mustâve felt like.â His fingers rub circles on your waist, under your shirt so his touch is warm and soothing on your skin.
Turning in his hold, your arms go around his shoulder and your fingers play with the short curls at the nape of his neck as you shake your head, âOh no, itâs okay.â
âItâs not okay at all.â His eyes are wide, thereâs no way heâll ever come to terms with the fact that you had to go through something like that.
You sigh a bit heavily, because you know heâs right but itâs been so long since then and it has led you to where you are now so you have no complaints. Your nails scratch softly at his scalp, âI know, but Iâm glad with the way everything has worked out.â
Softly, like heâs scared it will set something off that you wonât like, Matty asks, âWas he the guy who you last went out with?â
You nod, âHe was the last guy, yeah. I met a girl a year after and we were together about eight months but she kept getting jealous of the dates I was going on and the flirting yet she also wanted me to take her to the dates with me so she could meet the celebs and it all just ended in a big argument so I just decided I was done.â His face is screwed up in a frown that lets you know how he finds that, and you give him a side smile as if agreeing on how bad that was.
âEveryone after her has been one night things which were hit and miss but Iâd convinced myself I was better off alone anyway.â Itâs easy for you to be honest about this all with him, so you continue, âNo one was gonna get it and Iâd sort of come to terms with the fact that I wasnât going to find anything again.â and itâs even easier to let him know how it all changed, âUntil you.â
You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he breathlessly asks, âMe?â
And a giggle escapes you when you reassure thatâs exactly what you meant, âYeah, you.â
âWhat changed?â One of his hands comes up to lift your chin up slightly, fingertips slowly dragging down your jaw and the softness of his touch makes you lean into it.
âWell for a start I was never going to turn down another date with you.â Your lips purse as you try not to smile embarrassedly at your admission, âBut then you came round to mine and you were the sweetest. You hugged me when I got upset at your album, you came round and surprised me and bought me a Christmas present.â
Your heart swells in your chest as you remember, your eyes stay on his and you find yourself wanting to forever be under his gaze because it just has goosebumps erupting on your skin, heat rising up to your cheeks and a tingling hitting every corner of your being, âYou make me nervous, and Iâve not felt nervous talking to someone in the longest time, I missed that.â
Thereâs a need to clear up your words when you realise it could come across wrongly, âBut I wasnât nervous because youâre the lead singer of my favourite band. I was nervous because of you.â His delicate smile reaches his eyes, those crinkles youâve grown to love showing just how happy your words are making him and he continues his delicate tracing of your features as you add, âThe things you do when you talk to me, when you smile at me or smirk at me. You make me the best kind of nervous.â
His thumb teasingly runs across your bottom lip, your breath hitches in your throat and you hold it there until his finger runs down to press on your chin softly, âI still make you nervous?â
âAll the time.â It comes out in a whisper but itâs wholehearted because itâs the actual truth, âI love it when youâre not actively trying to make me flustered.â Thatâs a bit of a white lie, because you do love it when he teases you even though he makes it so hard for you not to be embarrassed by it in public.
Matty pouts slightly, âBut seeing you flustered is how I know itâs all working.â
He makes himself sound so innocent like that, you roll your eyes in fake annoyance, âYeah, yeah. You just love watching me squirm, I know.â
And then that smirk you love breaks on his face and it all comes together when he chats back, âLove watching you do more than squirm.â
It makes you so incredibly giddy, he can definitely feel the heat growing on your face at his words, âYeah I sure know you do, you little shit.â You narrow your eyes, an attempt to appear menacing.
He snickers at your effort, offering you an eye roll and a sassy, âOh but you love it.â as a response.
âI do.â You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you agree. Thereâs no need to keep anything to yourself anymore, you think, and how liberating is it that you can just cup his face and pull him in for a sweet kiss to show him just how much you adore him.
Your tongue teases his bottom lip and he lets your tongues meet without a second of doubt, he hums when he tastes you and you hum back to let him know how much you enjoy this. It is so easy letting time pass when your lips are moving with each other, your fingers clutching each other tightly and oxygen be damned for your one priority is showing what you feel through your kiss.
You pull back panting when you can no longer kiss without feeling like youâre gonna pass out from lack of oxygen in your lungs and he takes the opportunity to bring back what started it all, âIâm sorry he made you feel like you werenât enough.â
âThank you for making me feel like I am.â Your head tilts as you say, doe eyes almost sparkling at him like a love sick puppy for him.
You swear it was impossible to feel stronger for him until he nudges your nose with his and your lips brush together as he says, âYouâre more than enough, baby. Iâm the luckiest to have you.â
All you can do is press your lips against his but before you can deepen the kiss, youâre pulling back enough to look at him deep in the eyes and let him know once again, âObsessed with you.â
Matty experiences something new every minute he spends with you, he swears, because itâs so incredible the way his heart easily swells in his chest with everything you do and say. Itâs so easy for him to reciprocate, almost painful to keep it in that heâs, âObsessed with you too.â
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Nottingham show was nothing short of incredible. As per usual the boys gave their absolute best and delivered a gig that you know for a fact people wouldnât forget (you know the feeling far too well of wanting to go back in time to experience their shows over and over again throughout the years) and Mattyâs interactions with the audience made you laugh as per usual. Especially when he gave them four songs to choose from and even after Paris lost to Menswear, he decided to still play Paris after it.
Your note being, I certainly like you better when you take off your clothes ;) x that night assured that he went absolutely unhinged for you on stage during Too Shy. You found yourself sweating at his intent hip movements as his eyes swam through the crowd in search of you, winking your way when he found you and you had to hide behind your hands all flustered while the girls around you squealed, entirely unaware of your presence and thinking it was meant for them.
Leeds comes next and you have the best time too, especially when he opens your note and cackles loudly when he reads, Drive Like I Do, when? instead of a cute note like he had been expecting.
He surprises you when Robbers comes on and he sings the climax of the song in the style of the Drive Like I Do version of the song. You scream so loud at that, joining the crowd's cheers and when the next song starts, youâre left feeling all gooey inside at the fact that the littlest things you can mention will end up in him trying to appease your wishes.
Newcastle is entirely shocking to you. You were excited to be there, especially since Matty mentioned Tim would be attending and youâd finally be able to meet him, but youâre absolutely not ready for the surprise you got once you got to the venue.
It had been slightly hectic, since people were swarming the place so you had to sneak into the venue almost being shielded by George and Rossâ big frames as you hid in a massive hoodie and some glasses to try and keep your identity hidden.
You find yourself shaking in anticipation as youâre walking between George and Ross on your way to the greenroom, trying to have a pep talk in your mind so that you calm yourself down about the prospect of meeting your boyfriendâs Dad.
Of course the lads caught onto your shaking hands that you were wiping on top of your hoodie, Ross teased you for being nervous but George assured you itâd be alright. So you settle a bit, slowly coming to terms with it and preparing yourself to offer Tim a smile as soon as you step through the door of the greenroom.
But when you get there and see that Lewis fucking Capaldi is there, you canât help but let out a squeal of excitement. The Scottish legend who in a few months you know you already have a date booked in with, makes you so excited. You run to hug him hello and heâs equally excited to see you there.
Tim makes you cackle when he says, âIâll be offended if I donât get hugged just as enthusiastically.â behind you and you let go of Lewis to greet the comedic legend. Youâre glad your reaction to Lewisâ presence served as an ice breaker because then the conversation with Mattyâs Dad flows easily and you find yourself laughing at the fact that you were so nervous about meeting him when heâs an absolute sweetheart.
Spending the day in Lewisâ company is as funny as you couldâve imagined and the filming of him taking the piss out of what Matty does on stage makes you cackle laughing. Thankfully with the other singer distracting your boyfriend, you could easily sneak your note into his pocket today, and you felt quite proud of that one.
That night you stay back behind the stage to watch the show (the crew gave you some in-ears so you could still hear everything the way that you would if you were in the main bit of the arena). Tonight your note was Obsessed with you and everything but Newcastle arenât winning the cup baby xoxoxo and when the camera shows Matty snorting at it and shaking his head, pocketting it again before grabbing his acoustic guitar, it made you giggle and when Lewis asked you about it and you told him, he started laughing too.
This had all come about because like George had been roped into supporting Newcastle United by his best friend, you had been dragged in to support Manchester United because thatâs Ameliaâs football team. Yesterday was the first leg of Newcastle's semi-final in the Carabao Cup which you all watched and you were happy for Matty that they won 1-0, but tonight was Manchester Unitedâs first semi-final match and you had a good feeling your team was going to win. Regardless though, you did think that you would end up playing your boyfriendâs team in the final, and you canât let him get too comfortable so you kept teasing him yesterday saying regardless of if they win, Manchester United will beat Newcastle.
The show moved on quickly, and it wasnât a surprise that you started tearing up when Tim goes on stage to sing All I Need To Hear and youâre glad youâre right next to Lewis because he makes you laugh when he makes a joke about how the band would be more successful if Tim replaced Matty.
When itâs time for Lewis to go on stage, youâre left alone until your boyfriend surprises you with his presence after he quickly got changed and the rest of the band tagged along so you all could watch Lewis together.
Of course you lot piss yourselves laughing when people go absolutely mad when the text Special guest: Harry Styles comes on the screen and then it only grows louder once the door opens, but to their disappointment itâs not the Watermelon singing man.
Lewis makes it funnier when he waves at everyone, laughter can be heard from the crowd and it grows louder when he walks up to the mic and says, âMy name is Harry Styles and itâs good to be here. I know what youâre thinking; âHe looks different. He sounds differentâ.â And with one last adjusting of his guitar strap, he adds, âBut make no mistake I am Harry Styles.â
But your amusement dies in your throat in a split second when he starts strumming on his guitar and he starts a song you have been dying to hear for far too long.
If anyone told you a few months ago that youâd be hearing Antichrist be performed live at a The 1975 concert for the first time by Lewis Capaldi, you wouldâve thought it to be the most far-fetched joke anyone could come up with. But here you were, already crying at Lewis singing the first line to a song youâve waited so long to hear in concert.
Matty doesnât realise how bad your state is until Lewis sings, âIs it the same for you?â and you shake with the sob that rips through you. The visuals on the big screens were making him laugh and he assumed your soft shaking was just a product of your laughter, the sound being drowned by the loudness of the crowd singing along. Heâs entirely taken aback by your reaction and in instinct he wraps his arms around you from behind you.
He hears you tearfully but softly singing the next verse but you fully let your broken voice rumble with the crowd for the third verse.
The buildup to the bridge starts and they lads take a few seconds of silence to clock onto your state and giggle. They didnât expect you to have such a reaction to Lewis singing the song, and Ross is a cheeky bitch so he points it out.
âThis is exactly why weâre never doing this song.â If youâre crying this hard then the bassist wouldnât want to imagine how badly the people in the crowd were looking.
You donât even allow yourself to form a proper answer and instead you let the song dramatically reply to him. You point your finger at him and George who is right beside him and belt out the bridge almost entirely enraged at what heâs just had the cheek to say.
But that doesnât appear menacing to them, George and Ross laugh and you can feel Mattyâs chest shaking with laughter behind you. Even Adam was giggling away at your emotion and it was only making you sob harder as you sang. You donât even have the mind to think about how embarrassing this might be when you look back because youâre completely overcome by emotion.
Theyâre not done taking the piss out of you when the song is over, and youâre left shaking your head at their jokes whilst you wipe the tears off your face, Mattyâs lips pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder but you feel his breath hit your skin whenever he laughs at any of the guysâ quips.
Lewis announcing, âI was going to sing one of my songs next, but I thought it would just be better to play a Taylor Swift song.â has you gasping way too loud, interrupting another joke Ross was about to make at your expense but your reaction to the Scotsâ introduction of the second song is enough to earn you a round of cackles.
George is louder this time and his giggles are so contagious you find yourself laughing with them, that is until Lewis starts singing the Taylor song youâve loved so much since you were a teenager and the waterworks start again.
It is all such a mix of emotions, you canât help the tears streaming down your face. Itâs the song being played right after Antichrist, itâs the feeling of Mattyâs arms wrapped tightly around you and how he sings it softly to you in your ear. Youâre purposely keeping your volume to a decent point so you can hear your boyfriend singing it to you.
If he wasnât holding you, you wouldâve melted and died on the spot. Your legs feel wobbly from the crazy storm of butterflies fluttering inside your stomach and thereâs a burning heat that runs through your veins that melts your insides.
âYou alright baby?â Matty asks you softly when the song is over, brows furrowed as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
You nod softly, just letting your tears run down your cheeks until they stop but heâs on the task in a matter of seconds. He stands before you, hands cupping your jaw and thumbs swiping at the tears staining your skin.
Through his in-ears he hears they gotta go back on stage in a minute but before he rushes back with the lads, Matty showers your face with pecks. When he reaches your lips though, he canât help himself and locks your lips in a sweet kiss, one that lasts longer than needed because George is yelling at him they need to go and so is the crew member talking in his in-ears again.
You pull back and push him softly so he can go, and just because youâre feeling better and in a jokey mood now, you give his arse a slap before heâs gone from your side. He looks back at you with a smirk, right as he gets to the door and winks at you. Youâre left smiling like an idiot, waiting for the show to continue.
Lewis teases you throughout the rest of the show, at first for crying at what he did but then when Matty did something like wink into the camera or thrust at the audience. The Scot was a big tease and whilst you pretended to hate him for it, you had such a fun evening singing along to the boys with him.
Unfortunately, with there being a show the following day in Liverpool and Lewis heading back out on tour, you couldnât go out and have a few drinks together that night. But you all bid him goodbye, you give him a hug and tell him that you and Amelia will be seeing him soon.
It felt bittersweet saying goodbye to Tim, but he told you that you had to come back up to Newcastle with Matty as soon as you were free to and he would happily show you around the city properly. Before you even know it, youâre back on the road.
You passed out pretty much as soon as you got on the bus and Matty found you in the bunk fast asleep about 5 minutes after you said you were heading to bed. Just before he climbed in to join you, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips hoping not to wake you and he was grateful he didnât disturb you when he cuddled himself into you and slowly fell asleep himself.
Waking up outside the arena in Liverpool was an interesting ordeal. There wasnât a gated section where the buses could go here so when you and Matty woke up and were hoping to head out for a walk, it was a little difficult because there were fans outside.
So a little plan was devised to combat this, and it was orchestrated and quite literally carried out by George. The drummer suggested that you wrap up in a hoodie and have the hood up and that he would carry you out and into the venue, and people would automatically assume you were Charli and that you were asleep.
The queen of pop had gone back home to London after the Manchester show, along with Carly too but no one but those of you on the tour knew that. So George carrying a girl into the arena seemed like a perfect way to get you in unseen and keep your relationship underwraps.
There was an alternative, that Ross carry you inside in the same way, but as soon as you made a joke of that's a good way of socialising with him more, Matty chipped in quickly and cut that idea off. So it was Mattyâs jealousy that decided that you would be carried the 10 metres into the venue by George.
And thankfully it went fine and there were a few fans who made a fuss but George just smiled and kept walking with you in his arms. Your legs were around his waist and your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you hid yourself away into his neck until the metal doors closed.
Once they did, you looked up at George and grinned, he laughed at your grin and smiled back. You couldnât not tell him as you were in his arms though, âYou smell really good.â
âThanks babe.â The drummer winks, resulting in you immediately becoming flustered.
Matty heard and saw all this, so with a brief look of jealousy and distaste, he nudged his best friend, indicating to put you down. However, the drummer instead smirked, âNah, sheâs mine now mate.â
If that didnât have you internally choking, the drummer moving his hands to your arse for the briefest few seconds to tease his best mate did. Youâre winning at life well and truly, youâre certain youâll die a happy woman.
After that, George let you return to your feet and you and Matty went about your day. It was quite early and both of you didnât sleep well really despite falling asleep quickly. The bunk was definitely beginning to get uncomfortable now, so youâre certainly excited to be getting closer to being back in a proper bed.
Matty however, thought ahead and booked the two of you a day room at a nearby hotel which you both walked to after you had a sneaky walk around the docks, thankfully not being recognised by anyone. The room was stunning, and not even because it was fancy, it was just because after not sleeping in a proper bedroom since you were in Manchester it felt like a luxury.
A luxury which both you and Matty tarnished completely because you both did more than sleep in the bed and made most of the time you had alone with no need to worry about being quiet. You both napped after you wore each other out but then you both showered together which ended with both of you on your knees one after another.
After checking out and getting a taxi back to the venue, everything went smoothly. There was even a surprise waiting for you, which may be another best moment of the tour, because thanks to the fan who threw a sausage roll on stage back in Manchester, Greggs have sent the band a PR package.
Itâs a glorious sight. 13 hot sausage rolls and a dozen different pasties for you all to feast on before the show. It was amazing and youâve never seen food disappear so quickly in your life.
After that, you and Matty both greeted Denise and Lincoln who made the trip up to come and watch the show again. You were sticking to being in the pit again tonight and you went out just after Denise said goodbye to the boys.
When you got to the pit, you couldnât help but laugh when you saw the crowd yelling and waving at Denise who is up at the top of the first tier of seats. She waves to her fans like the true queen she is and before you know it the show starts.
The show is as amazing as it always is and the crowd is as loud as ever. Youâre screaming along with all of them, every line to every song at the top of your lungs but your yells of excitement are interrupted the moment the consumption interlude comes and, while everyone is screaming even louder at the sight, youâre speechless in embarrassment.
Youâve never felt such regret for sleeping with your boyfriend before, but when Matty did the consumption interlude that night and he took his shirt off, revealing to the 11 thousand people (Denise and Lincoln included, plus the band and the crew) that youâd scratched his back to shreds earlier. Your jaw dropped when you saw the red marks lining his shoulder blades.
You quite literally consider running away and never showing your face on this tour or to anyone on it afterwards but thankfully the show carries on and after a few songs you manage to forget about it. Itâs a shame everyone else doesnât forget though, because when you head backstage after the set has ended, you get endlessly teased for it.
If that wasnât bad enough, the day after, the fans figured out that it wasnât George carrying Charli into the venue in Liverpool. The bright side was that they didnât know it was you but they found out it wasn't the queen of pop in the drummerâs arms because Charli attended an event at the same time as the gig back in London so the conspiracies went on and on. Twitter seemed to connect the girl in Georgeâs arms as the one who had marked up Mattyâs back and they seemed to just take the piss out of Matty for it because he wasnât strong enough to carry you inside himself.
It made you and George laugh, but your boyfriend not so much. The next day he took every excuse he could to pick you up off the ground whether it was just to prove the point, or just to twirl you around to make you giggle. At one point he gave you a piggyback ride and he ran around the room filled with all the boys in it, even making Jordan take pictures of the two of you.
Jordan sent you both the pictures that night, and one of the pictures that came out where Matty is running but you and him towards Jordan is so funny. In the first, you and your boyfriend are giggling as he's zooming past the camera but you are both grinning line lunatics as you clutch him.
The second one though is your favourite because it was caught just as you lent around over Mattyâs shoulder and his head was twisted towards you, and you were both laughing at each other as he held you up. You were fairly certain you kissed him afterwards too just before Matty raced back around the room.
Before any of you knew it, you were on the plane over to Ireland. The night you got there, you stayed in a hotel and with your free day before the next gig and Matty showed you around the sights. You had such a fun day being a tourist and your boyfriend showed you his favourite spots he always tried to come to when he was in Dublin. And to end the night off, you and the rest of the boys all ended up going to a pub where traditional Irish music was being played inside and it was so much fun.
The Dublin show was the second to last date of the tour and everyone had been incredibly excited about it. Of course, it had been a bit sad seeing this leg of the tour coming to an end but it had all gone so well that you felt more like celebrating the conclusion of such an amazing tour than sulking over it being over.
But it wasnât the nostalgia of seeing the tour ending before your eyes that made the mood come down when you were all gathered in the greenroom at the venue, instead it was Jamie letting Matty know what a certain tabloid was planning on putting out about him on the next dayâs paper.
You instantly caught the change in his behaviour and did your best to cheer him up a bit, which thankfully wasnât that hard because he seemed to have gotten over it when it was time for you to go out into the crowd and him to get on stage.
That night, you kept your note sweet but funny, using his lyrics to try and steal at least a giggle out of him. When he read that it said, You got a pretty kinda dirty face x he chuckled to himself and pocketed it with a smile that reached his eyes. You were relieved seeing him smiling harder now after the note and you silently hoped it would stay that way until the gig ended.
But you celebrated too soon, because he went on to let the large crowd know about the situation right before singing Love It If We Made It and your heart got heavy seeing the clear distaste and upset on his face.
Matty didnât let it hold him down though, because he went on to give a passionate rendition of the song and you got goosebumps as you watched him enraged and growling out the lyrics.
Unfortunately, after the show was done, the high came down quickly when you all walked back into the greenroom to the news of the article having been published online already and reading it was upsetting.
You watched as your boyfriend read it multiple times, getting more and more angry every time but he kept it to himself, only letting scoffs and shakes of his head show to everyone. The rest of the band read it and called bullshit on it, rolling their eyes at the way something had been twisted and taken way out of proportion.
It was when you got in the bunk together later that night, in the tour bus on your way to Belfast, that Matty properly let his emotions show.
He let angry tears fall from his eyes silently with you cradling his head on your chest, your right hand rubbing his back soothingly as your other hand was on his head and softly scratching his scalp.
It broke your heart hearing him getting this worked up and upset, your head a tangle of confused thoughts as to how people could be so quick to jump to the worst conclusions when taking a singular second of a moment out of context to fit their villainizing narrative.
âIâm sorry.â Matty apologised as he sniffled, picking up his head from your chest slightly so that he could wipe the tears off his cheeks.
But you shook your head, letting your hands come up to cup his face so you could take on the task of wiping his tears, âDonât apologise, baby. Itâs what Iâm here for.â
You pulled him back down to rest over you and he didnât have it in himself to deny the comfort that you were bringing him so he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and, right after he left a soft kiss on your skin, he quietly asked, âAm I a bad person?â
âNo, youâre not.â You replied in a heartbeat, not even a hint of doubt crossing your mind, âPeople just love making others seem worse than them so that they can feel superior. Itâs so fucked.â Your fingers tangled in his curls and pulled on them slightly, just so he could look at you as you continued, âEveryone knows the person you are, and you would never do that. You donât stand for that. Theyâre always looking for something they can turn into a scandal and itâs so unfair that they do it at your expense.â
His teary eyes watch you intently for a few seconds, silence engulfing you entirely but your eye contact doesnât break. Thatâs how you catch the tear that falls from the corner of his eye with your thumb quickly and you have to bite your bottom lip not to cry yourself.
Matty doesnât say anything and you canât blame him, itâs upsetting enough to see him go through this so you cannot imagine what it must feel like being called such a name for an action that got completely misinterpreted.
He kissed the palm of your hand softly, wet lips pressed on your soft skin adoringly with his eyes closed as if heâs indulging in it all.
âLetâs just go to sleep okay?â You suggest delicately, whisper breaking the silence and the heaviness of the moment, and youâre so glad that he nods and melts right into you.
After a long minute, you hear Matty sigh and you stay awake until youâre certain heâs asleep. Only when you register his steady breathing and the absence of his sniffling, do you will yourself to close your eyes and get some rest.
~*~*~*~ 30th January ~*~*~*~
Today, you woke up still feeling your chest heavy after everything that had happened last night. But itâs Ameliaâs birthday and she's flying over to join you on the last day of tour, so you were excited to go pick her up from the airport, but that unfortunately meant having to leave an upset Matty for a bit just as the crew is starting to bring everything inside the venue.
Earlier that morning, whilst you had gone to the small bathroom in the bus, Matty had read the article once again and when he caved and went on Twitter to see what was being told, he felt his blood starting to boil in anger.
You can see it on his face even now that youâre back. You had managed to make it back to the venue, this time with Amelia beside you, just in time for soundcheck and despite the fact that Matty sounds amazing, itâs written all over his face just how much this is all bothering him still.
On the way back to the venue, you told Amelia what happened and the boy's reaction to it, so she was up to date. But despite the slight atmosphere, you werenât going to let it affect your best friend's birthday.
The boys greet her warmly when she arrives and they all ask how sheâs been. She gives you all the gossip that youâve missed out on from the chicken shop offices along with other industry stuff that sheâs heard. The boys find it quite amusing watching you both back together, itâs easy for them all to see youâve both missed each other, itâs certainly like what any of them would be like with any long time apart.
Before long, itâs time to soundcheck and whilst you see Mattyâs mood dip a little at that, you donât comment on it despite it being written all over his face. The last thing you think would be helpful is drawing attention to it in front of everyone. So you just peck his lips quickly before you part ways and you head down to the pit with Amelia, fully intending to dance to a few songs with your best friend. And dance you do, to Too Shy, Itâs Not Living, Sheâs American, and a couple more. However, the short practice takes a turn.
It surprises you when the singer turns to George and tells him theyâre soundchecking Pressure right after theyâve finished soundchecking Oh Caroline. You feel your chest contract as you hear him angrily spout the lyrics, constantly taking sips of the water bottle that he keeps throwing to the ground beside his feet and rubbing his face like being in his own skin is annoying him.
The feeling in your chest gets even worse when after a few songs, he mumbles something into the mic and the lads start playing Me.
The second the song starts and you recognise it, you feel your heart sinking and you canât even try and force a smile at Matty when he catches a glimpse at you. His eyes almost evade you as if it hurts him to have you seen him this way, but he keeps getting annoyed at every little thing from then on.
First, he keeps complaining about the volume of his mic compared to the rest of the instruments and after the third time he signals the sound guys to change it, he huffs and rolls his eyes as he gives up on everything. The next thing that happens is that he messes up the lyrics and makes them all start again, and that happens twice which has Ross grumbling under his breath at Matty.
Unsurprisingly, you and your best friend watch as the tension sweeps over the stage. The bassist muttering things clearly annoys Matty a bit more than it normally would and it seems like his thoughts start tangling together after that because he misses a line and starts later than he shouldâve and the second he realises his mistake, he explodes in anger.
âNo- Stop. Stop!â His arms are wailing around, brows in a permanent frown and his cheeks a hint of pink from how worked up heâs getting, âItâs all wrong!â
Adam lets his head hang at the outburst and George just watches Matty like heâs trying to find the best words to approach him with but Ross has had enough with his attitude so he just airs out his thoughts without much of a filter, âIf youâre gonna change the setlist last minute then at least fucking try to properly soundcheck it mate. Weâre all doing our parts alright.â
Matty knew they were all playing it right and it was just him who was unable to get it together and at least practice it well, âI fucking know Ross, okay?!â Heâs almost shaking from anger, feeling like Ross isnât even trying to understand where heâs coming from, âFucking hell. Go and get called a fucking Nazi and see how it feels.â
âYou think that hasnât upset us all?!â Ross hisses in annoyance, âWe fucking get it Matty but youâre being a right dick right now.â
âYou know that it isnât true so why are you letting it get to you this much? Youâve never let this shite get to your head before, why now?â Ross has a point with what heâs saying but the reasoning goes over Mattyâs head when the bassist adds, âWeâve been through shit like this before, just stop caring like you always do.â
Matty takes is the wrong way and heâs fuming as he says, âAnd whatâs that fucking meant to mean?â He doesnât even let Ross speak though, because heâs quick to interrupt whatever heâs about to say with a scoff, âYouâre such a fucking twat, Macdonald. Thatâs it. Iâm not doing this anymore.â
Not even caring to put the microphone back on its stand, Matty throws it to the side and starts walking off stage, long strides that have Ross shaking his head, âYes, fucking leave. âCos thatâs the best solution.â
Matty turns around to spout a venomous âFuck you Ross.â and the last thing you hear him say before he disappears back inside the venue is, âGreat fucking friend you are, you arsehole.â
Youâre fully speechless watching all that happen before you, Amelia squeezes your forearm in shock and that snaps you out of your trance.
Your eyes go to Ross, who looks away when your eyes meet, then to George who just gives you a crooked smile and finally to Adam, who smiles softly at you like heâs trying to comfort you from afar.
âItâs just one of his tantrums, heâll be alright.â Adam waves off as he sets his guitar on its stand, âHe just needs a bit of time.â
You nod and sigh, the heaviness in your chest becoming more prominent, âShould I go check on him?â
âIf you want?â George says once heâs down from where his kit is set up and shrugs at you with a bit of worry on his face.
Ross is the one to warn you though, âHe might snap at you though, so donât take it personal if he does.â
âRight.â You nod absentmindedly, trying to think of where Matty might be. You let your bottom lip free from between your teeth and turn to your best friend before youâre off to find your boyfriend, âSorry Ames, Iâll be right back.â
Shooting Amelia an apologetic look, you start walking past her and she manages to get a little chuckle from you when she calls, âSâokay. Go get your man.â
You make a dash for the backstage area and arrive at the greenroom the quickest you can, and thankfully Matty is right there pacing the room with his head in his hands. His hair is sticking out in every direction from how much heâs pulling on it in frustration.
Careful to not startle him, you clear your throat as you walk into the room and stop when youâve barely crossed the threshold. âBaby-â You try to ask him if heâs alright, but he interrupts your words when he looks up at you, red eyes with tears threatening to spill out at any second, and basically throws himself into your arms.
The weight of his body hitting yours has a huff slipping past your lips but your arms are quick to clutch him tightly and you allow him to just silently cry into you again. Instantly, you start whispering sweet nothings as you try to calm him down, but nothing works for a while.
Slowly, you guide the both of you to the nearest settee and when you take a seat on it, you encourage him to get comfortable with you. He has his legs thrown over your lap, his head hidden away in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
Matty is fully silent the whole time, just letting everything out on you and you try your best not to get upset yourself as he cries. 10 minutes must go by when he sniffles continuously and takes deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down, and he lifts his head up once heâs managed to stop crying but not before leaving a bunch of pecks on your neck.
âIâm such a twat, Iâm so-â He tries to apologise in a panic, retreating to his space on the settee so he peels himself off you and that has you frowning.
âDonât.â You interrupt his attempt at an apology and turn to him with a soft expression, your hand comes up to his face and cups it, thumb rubbing on his cheek and feeling the stubble creeping on his skin. âItâs okay, baby. Nothing to apologise for. You feeling a bit better?â
Your boyfriend lets his eyes close at your touch and he hums as confirmation in complete honesty. Heâs so glad he can let himself be this vulnerable into you and he certainly notices just how much comfort you bring him because just your presence helps him settle down a bit after what had happened.
âGood.â You mumble in response and, cradling his head, you pull him onto you so he can rest on your chest while you hug him.
Despite all the bullshit that has gone down, seeing how you react in this situation and how you comfort him has his chest swelling. Thereâs no denying it anymore that youâre one of the best things that has ever happened to him and some thoughts start to clear up in his mind, all about the feelings he has towards you and a hint of how he mightâve underestimated them a little.
About 5 more minutes go by before the band and Amelia come back into the greenroom, their chatter quieting down when they walk into the room. They are wary about the state Matty was in and they donât really want to disturb him if it was affecting him that much. There will be a much better moment to talk about it later so they will keep their mouths shut about it until the time comes to bring it up.
Amelia walks up to the drinks table and gets you and herself a water bottle, it really is so that you can give it to Matty because she doesn't want to disturb the singer. But when she walks up to you and hands you the bottle, you smile at her and thank her and the mention of her name makes Matty lift his head up to see your best friend.
He offers Amelia a forced side smile and youâre both surprised when he says, âMâsorry for ruining your birthday Ames.â
Amelia clicks her tongue and waves him off, âYou havenât! Thereâs nothing to apologise for, Matty.â
Your boyfriend gets himself up and pulls her into another hug, âLet me make you a drink, as an apology.â
âMaybe that apology I will accept.â Amelia giggles and she gives Matty a tight squeeze.
Your curly haired brunette smiles at your best friend before letting her go, and he looks between you and her before clapping and rubbing his hands together, âLetâs get the party started then.â
You donât get in the way of that at all, George gets involved immediately grabbing a can out of the fridge and Rebekka and Polly all grab drinks too. Thankfully once music gets put on, the atmosphere settles a little and you relax that little bit more. And youâre really thankful to everyone wanting to make Ameliaâs day special.
After you all end up having your first drink and raising your glasses to your best friend, you quickly grab your boyfriendâs attention for a moment, just to tell him, âIâm just gonna run to the bus. I need to get something, very quickly.â
âYou remember the way back here, right?â Matty double checks, and heâs about to offer to come back with you until you assure him.
âI do.â You promise, and you cheekily ask, âCan you please make me another one of those cocktails for when I get back?â
Matty just grins though, âOf course baby.â
Quickly, you kiss him before you head out and Mattyâs heart races that little bit when you turn back before you walk out and you catch him smiling at you.
He feels himself blush at the way you wink at him before you disappear off and he takes a second to calm down before he preps the drink you requested. He chats to your best friend with ease and Matty can tell himself getting that little bit better because she provides him with a good distraction. Even if she is jokingly asking if youâre boring him on tour yet or if your excitement has dwindled during the gigs.
When you come back 10 minutes later, everyone notices because when you come back in because as you do, you flick the lights off and when all eyes go to the door, they see you smiling with a birthday cake in your hands. You start off singing Happy Birthday to your best friend and you walk toward her with a grin and laugh through the lyrics when you see her cackling at the fact you have bought her a childrenâs Spiderman cake.
Youâre glad she found it funny as all of this Andrew Garfield hype definitely wasnât going to leave her anytime soon. After you set the cake down just before the song finished, Amelia blew out her candles and turned to you to give you the biggest hug ever. She thanks you a bunch of times and you giggle telling her how much you love her and have missed her and that you hope she has a fantastic day. After you say how excited you are for her to open her presents, and she promises sheâll open them when you both get back to the hotel, she notices that youâve changed.
âOutfit change?â Amelia asks with a grin, as she knows exactly where sheâs seen this outfit on you before.
You grin and nod, âHad to get my party fit on, Ames.â
âCourse.â She laughs, and you notice the way Matty grins as he realises what youâve changed into as she says, âYou look hot.â
You wink at her and smile, âThanks bestie.â
She winks back at you before turning around herself and heading over to socialise with Ross.
âParty outfit?â Your boyfriend moves over and wraps his arm around your waist. He canât help but knowingly ask, âYouâre wearing this for me?â
He doesnât even have to ask. He knows you are. Why else would you be wearing red leather pants paired with a cheetah print, long sleeve top?
You shrug nonchalantly, trying not to let the grin tug at your lips, âMaybe?â
âBrings back good memories.â Matty says as he comes around to stand in front of you and he wraps his arms around your waist.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of your first date. You genuinely canât believe that your favourite singer is now your boyfriend, and it all started in a chicken shop in Cricklewood. âAmazing memories.â
Matty has genuinely never been so glad he agreed to an interview. And yes maybe he will eventually admit that he requested to have the date with you, but heâs beyond glad that he did because you have changed his life so much, and itâs certainly for the better.
âThe bandana is missing though.â He points out with a soft pout on his face, you canât hold back from pressing a quick kiss on his lips.
âI didnât pack it. Sorry baby.â You truly wish you had taken that red bandana with you now but you think the outfit looks recognizable enough without it.
He quickly finds a solution in his head, âI can sort that out.â A red bandana is easy to get, he figures.
ââCourse you can.â You scoff out a laugh, but your amusement settles deep in your chest to add to the adoration you feel for this man. âKinda wish it was raining right now, you know?â Your voice raises in pitch slightly and your smile grows bigger on your face when you think back to that moment, âWanna kiss you in the rain again.â
Matty blushes and smiles so big, it reaches his eyes, wrinkles showing at the edges and it makes you melt as he says, âDo you?â
You hum as you nod, âI really do.â And just to taunt him you feign pity as you say, âWhat a shame, isnât it?â
His eyes go from your down to your lips and up again continuously, you lick your bottom lip purposely as if daring him to kiss you but he sighs shakily and agrees, âWhat a shame.â
You want to laugh, his self control clearly crumbling because his gaze keeps dropping down to your lips, so you wrap your arms around his neck and with a toothy smile, you say, âJust kiss me, silly.â and Matty is not one to say no to anything you want.
However, your kiss is interrupted by Amelia and Ross gagging loudly beside you as they approach you with shots in hand. Turns out having tequila shots was the birthday girlâs wishes and you are pushed to downing the hellish liquid multiple times while you wait for the show to start.
Right before youâre off to the pit, you all have a little toast to the tour and to Amelia and itâs so cute being part of this little family. It warms your heart looking back and seeing how everyone had welcomed you into the tour and itâs even more special when you see your best friend also be treated like one of the family.
Youâve caught her giggling around with the band all night, having long conversations with Polly and Ross and even whispering about god-knows-what to Matty before you leave. It has you curious how they seem to be scheming something in secret until the very last minute you have in the greenroom.
But you forget to ask what they were talking about when youâre rushing out of the greenroom and itâs hilarious because, since youâre so tipsy, you and Amelia are giggling uncontrollably as you make your way through the pit.
Your note tonight is perfect for what Matty has schemed with Amelia, and he thinks itâs such a cute coincidence that youâve written, Baby you look so cool x (youâd originally written babe but scribbled the e and written a y just underneath it) without knowing what is going to happen when the band starts playing Robbers.
Next comes the Charlie Chaplin cover of Smile which never fails to make you do just that, even if Matty acts all drunk and lonely on stage as he sings. You think itâs a beautiful song and youâre so happy that youâd got to see him sing it so often. But what happens next shocks you and the entire arena beyond belief.
It sobers you up watching the bit play out on stage, unbelievably so when you see Matty break down into tears holding Rossâ shoulder and apologising to him as Ross is forced to stand there and not react. You canât even tell if heâs crying for the bit or not, it worries you.
As soon as you knew the consumption interlude was coming, you headed backstage needing to know if everything was alright because even though he had played 6 more songs after that bit had happened, he seemed a bit off.
So you appeared backstage and your arms opened up for him to run into them the second you saw him and youâre so glad he clutches you tightly and promises you heâs alright after you ask him if there was something bothering him.
He didnât have much time to stay and chat to you, since the crew had gotten the stage ready for the at their very best section quickly so you reluctantly let him go with a sweet kiss that he thoroughly enjoys despite being rushed back onto stage.
Once heâs gone back on stage with the lads, you figure itâs better for you to be close to the stage just in case he gets upset again, so you go to the far left side of the stage where typically the crew watch the show from and stay there for the rest of the show.
Or at least that is what you were planning to do until your boyfriend takes the opportunity of An Encounter drowning the arena to start a little monologue which sparks your curiosity.
Matty smiles into the microphone and adjusts his in-ears as he walks over to the edge of the stage and leans forward as if heâs about to tell the crowd a secret. âYou know, this next song has become a lot more special this past month and I wanted to share with you the reason for why that is.â
Listening to those words knowing that Robbers is next makes you turn slowly to your best friend and you find Amelia smiling brightly as you and you just know she has to do something with this because of the mischievous glint in her eyes.
There isnât a chance for you to even ask about whatâs happening when she drags you into the back of the stage and up the stairs so that youâre right beside the house. Youâre so confused but you have to take quick steps so you donât fall and it is when youâre almost by the door of the house that she pulls out a piece of red fabric and when a bit of light manages its way over where you are standing, you realise itâs a red bandana - the one you were missing.
âPut this on.â Amelia holds the bandana out for you.
But youâre so confused about everything, and why youâve been moved to behind the stage, and what the bandana is even for, so you blankly ask, âWhat?â
âGod- Okay,â Amelia half laughs, before she takes control of the situation as your confusion isnât helping, âIâll put it on you then.â
Your best friend spins you around so she can tie the material at the back of your head before turning you back and adjusting the bandana so itâs over your nose and itâs in the perfect position.
âWhatâs going on?â You ask as sheâs doing this.
Your confusion doesnât help when you can also hear screams from the audience and Mattyâs muffled voice too. Clearly somethings going on and youâve been left in the dark.
Your best friend looks you dead in the eye and pleads, âTrust me okay.â But you canât settle.
âAmes, whatâs happening?â You repeat yourself and she must be able to see the panic in your eyes because she answers you.
âYouâre gonna go out there for something your boyfriend has planned.â
Itâs an instinctive reaction to immediately be defensive, âWhat?! No!â
âYes, come on!â Amelia grins, and quickly goes on to guilt trip you, âFor me? For my birthday?â
âAmesâŚâ You trail off, feeling like youâre frozen because you have no idea what youâre meant to do. Especially when she hands you a black bandana.
But your best friend spells it out for you, âAs soon as Matty opens the door, youâre gonna tie this around his neck, okay?â
âOkay.â You say in a bit of a rush, your blood flooding with adrenaline so you blindly accept what sheâs telling you. She adjusts your red one on your nose again, making sure itâs perfectly positioned as she instructs, âAnd keep this one around yours.â
You not without really knowing youâre agreeing yet you respond, âOkay.â
âGood luck,â She grins at you like a proud mother, âYou got this.â
âAmelia-â Youâre about to beg her for something more, but before you can the door in front of you opens, almost making you jump.
Your boyfriend stands at the open door with his hand already out for you to grab, the dreamiest smile on his face and youâre so nervous, youâre feeling a rush of a million emotions in one second.
And then your gaze drops to his chest in full show because his shirt is open and when you realise heâs somehow managed to get the Robbers shirt and is proudly wearing it for the song. It knocks the wind out of you, your throat goes dry at your lack of knowledge of whatâs about to happen that involves you but Matty looks so happy compared to earlier that youâre willing to take part of whatever heâs planned.
That sultry, âHey baby.â which makes your stomach flutter, snaps you out of the initial shock.
âWhat are we doing?â You ask through the bandana, almost frozen in your spot but he encourages you to take a small step forward.
âPutting on a show.â He pulls back and grins before he looks down at you and squeezes your hand as he says, âYou look gorgeous.â
âI-â Whilst the compliment makes you blush, youâre not really sure itâs the time as you want more instructions from him than flattery. Regardless though, you end up stuttering a, âThank you.â
âI got you baby. Letâs go.â Matty squeezes your hand tightly and this time you donât hesitate to step out to him as you hear An Encounter begin to fade into your favourite song. Your boyfriend turns to you once more at the entryway to his house, the both of you just beside Rebekka and he still shields you from most people as he leans down to say into your ear, âDo what we did the other day in soundcheck, okay. Iâll stand on the table and when I go to sit down you crouch, okay?â
âOkay.â You nod complacently.
Kneel down in front of him, you can do. Youâve had practice at this point and youâll be fine.
Your boyfriend checks once more, looking into your eyes intently for any discomfort you may be feeling as he asks, âYou okay?â
âYeah.â You promise him, nodding.
You trust Matty completely. If he wants you to do this, and be a part of his show, youâre going to do it as best you can.
The singer grins, leaning down again quickly to promise, âI got you.â and as you smile beneath the bandana, he also kisses just over your ear which makes you get flustered all over again.
And then suddenly youâre hit with a mass of screams and itâs difficult to even listen to the music that is being played around you. If you didnât have those in-ears already in you would be fucked.
Matty walks just one step in front of you, pulling you across towards George, but only for a step until he turns back towards you and pulls you into his body. His hand lands on your waist and he slow dances you towards the white door as the drums kick in and everyone screams again.
Little do you know, more screams take place because on the screen, it comes up with, Special Guest: New Robbers Girl. Itâs a detail which you will certainly be laughing at later but in the moment you have no idea as your boyfriend is dancing you across his stage.
You giggle, knowing exactly what heâs doing and what heâs referencing as you dreamed about someone doing this with you when you were younger and you first watched the music video that still to this day has you in a chokehold. Despite your heart beating wildly, you let him lead you like that, spinning you both around until you are through the door and see Polly and Jamie who give you big smiles.
Thatâs the moment Matty frees you from the short dance but he pulls your arm until it's fully extended and youâre gently dragged along in the direction of the stairs. It's again another reference to the beginning of the music video and you love it with all your heart.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, it doesnât take you long to reach the place where you know youâre gonna be standing which is right by the coffee table and once your boyfriend turns you around by the waist so youâre facing him, you catch Adam smiling at you and it definitely helps to settle your nerves a bit.
But Matty starting to sing brings all of your attention back to him, goosebumps erupt all over your skin at the charged energy of the arena and the way he sounds with the crowd singing along.
In your hands remains the bandana Amelia gave you just before the door opened, and you remember what youâre meant to do with it when you clutch it tightly between your fingers. So you bring it up to his neck so you can tie it on the back, but your actions still when he sings the next line staring directly into your eyes.
âGod only knows but youâll never leave her,â the conviction in his eyes makes you melt inside, your knees get weak and your heart swells and the flood of every feeling this man brings you comes in even stronger when he reiterates into the mic, âNever.â
You arenât sure how you manage to tie the bandana around his neck when that happens, but youâre soon smoothing your hands from his shoulders down to his sweaty taut chest and you genuinely feel like you need to pinch yourself just to make sure you arenât dreaming.
His fingers wrap around your wrist and slowly he walks backwards until he hits the coffee table and he gets up on it. He doesnât even have to guide you where to go because youâre positioning yourself right in front of him, looking up as he continues to sing.
The lights on stage showcase his beauty, and you canât help but get lost in how good he looks in his element. Itâs different seeing it from up close, the brown of his eyes glistening under the lighting and his curls being illuminated like a halo around his head.
âBegging babe stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.â You watch him intently and you canât help but grin at the way he nudges the microphone against your chin for that final stay.
Matty can tell just how big your smile is from the way your eyes are half closed and the apples of your cheeks moving to bring the bandana up the slightest bit. And he smiles just as brightly, nothing has ever felt more right to him than this.
As heâs singing, âOne more fight,â Matty slowly steps down from the table and you know your queue. You start to kneel down and when you do Matty sits on the end of the table.
Youâre singing along with him, not giving a shit if he can hear you or not or whether itâs ruining what he had planned but you canât help yourself. Heâs singing your favourite song to you.
He reaches the first, âWill I know you.â and as Adamâs guitar begins to ring in the background, Matty leans in and you know whatâs coming. You welcome the way he gently grabs your jaw over your bandana and he pulls you in.
In the short gap between the verses, Matty presses his lips over yours, through the red material youâre wearing, and you canât help but smile as you close your eyes to kiss him back. Itâs a weird sensation, kissing but not quite, but you can feel his smile through it and you can see the joy on his face when you both pull away seconds after the crowd erupts in screams.
What the fuck is happening? Is all thatâs going through your mind at the moment.
Your mind just canât really grasp reality at the minute, not when your boyfriend is making one of your teenage dreams come true. Hell, your boyfriend is your teenage dream come true.
Both of you stay in that position as he continues onto the second verse, with you singing along as he looks into your eyes. Matty can tell youâre doing this, and he doesnât need to see beneath the material to know that your lips are pulled into a huge smile, he can tell just from your eyes alone.
âYouâve got a pretty kind of dirty face.â Matty grins over his microphone as he sings that line at you. But he doesnât stop there, he gently traces his finger down the centre of your face as he does and it has people screaming that little bit louder, along with you doing the same internally.
As he continues, he doesnât let his touch stray for long. Instead, he takes a piece of your hair and starts toying with it. Twirling it around his finger over and over as he sings, âAnd when sheâs leaving youâre home, sheâs begging you to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.â
Your eyes glimmer with adoration and your heart feels like itâs about to burst in your chest when he sings, âThereâll be a riot, cause I know you.â and he takes a hold of your wrist where âBe a riotâ is inked on your skin and he plants a chaste kiss over it.
It isnât long that you can stay short circuiting over the gesture, because heâs sliding his hand up from your wrist to intertwine your fingers and helping you back up to stand on your feet.
The song starts building up, his voice becoming more passionate and so does his touch which goes from your hand to cup the side of your neck, bringing you a step closer to him. His fingers lace through the strands of your hair, twirling them softly before letting them fall.
And you know it then, what heâs going to do, knowing which line is sneaking up on you and you nod, reading his mind about it. Itâs subtle and reassuring, and itâs warmth that envelopes you as it pours out of both of you when you know that this is it.
Mattyâs finger tentatively comes to rest over the bridge of your nose, hooking on the edge of the bandana and he slowly peels it down your face as he sings, âBut if you just take off your mask,â
The screams of the crowd when your face is finally revealed are deafening, yet it feels like youâre inside of a bubble. Just you and Matty. No one else. And this is your moment, just you two and thereâs absolutely nothing else you could ever wish for.
Your cheeks hurt from how big youâre smiling, and his own smile is making it harder for him to continue singing. That and how badly he wants to seal this moment with a kiss, how badly he wants for everyone to know just how strongly he feels about you, how badly he wants for everyone to see how youâve got him at your mercy entirely because heâs sure thereâs nothing you could ever ask that he wouldnât do.
âSing it for me babies!â Matty shouts to the audience and he holds the microphone out towards them so they can scream, âNow everybodyâs dead!â but your boyfriend has other ideas for you two.
With his other hand, Matty cups the back of your neck and firmly and fiercely kisses you as the crowd screams the lyrics at the both of you. He lets the wire fall over his arm as he drops the microphone so he can get it again with ease later, but he brings his now free hand to your waist, wrapping it around your lower back pulling you into him, until he consumes you entirely.
Itâs instinctive that your hand roots into his curls at this point, the other grabbing hold of his open shirt, pulling it towards you making sure he canât escape either. Your heart is pounding, entirely running on adrenaline, and completely overwhelmed with the feelings you have for the man whoâs holding you in his arms.
Matty never wants to let you go and you hope he doesnât either. Over the loud screams you can barely hear the song anymore but you know heâs missed more than just that one lyric. Itâs only when you just about hear the others singing through your in-ears, âHeâs got his gun.â that you realise youâve both got too wrapped up in the moment.
Yet, still in your hazy mind, you manage to register your favourite part of the song and youâre the one who pulls back and breaks the kiss solely to tell him, âBabe, you look so cool.â
His face is flushed, curls dishevelled just how you like them and that loopy smile on his face that melts your heart, and he looks into your eyes in a way that you just canât describe, his lips parting and letting a soft exhale to hit your mouth before he sings to you, âYou look so cool.â
Suddenly, he remembers heâs meant to sing so heâs hastily getting ahold of the mic again, but he interrupts himself and cuts the run heâs meant to do as he sings the word âcoolâ when he watches your lips move as you sing along and he canât be arsed singing anymore when youâre right there in front of him.
He throws the mic to the floor, the wire falling down his arm so heâs free to cup your face with both hands and pressing your lips together feverishly. His arms wrap around the back of your neck, and he brings his hands up to your hair to pull on it softly once before heâs crossing his forearms behind your head so he can pull you impossibly closer to him.
You moan softly into his mouth at his desperation, matching it with the way your fingers dig into the flesh of his waist where youâre holding him tightly as if there was a chance that he could be snatched away from you if you werenât careful. You kiss until youâre lost for breath, only parting when you need to for air but it's never for more than a split second.
There's a push and pull between you as the rest of the band finish playing the song with huge smiles on their faces. If Matty came into the kiss a little too strong youâd try and take a step backwards but he quickly follows you, keeping you in the kiss, and he would lean backwards pulling you forwards.
The song unfortunately ends and that's when you force yourself to pull back from the kisses. But when you do, Matty just grins and he turns towards the crowd, pulling you with him and he moves so he can hug you from behind quickly so you can take in the applause.
âAll for us baby.â He says into your ear, and you canât help but turn around to quickly hug him, a little embarrassed being up here in front of so many people.
Your boyfriend giggles but doesnât hesitate for a second to hug you back as the applause rings on. After a second though you pull back and Matty takes your hand in his and he starts moving the both of you back over to Adamâs side of the stage so you can get to the stairs.
Matty lets you walk in front of him, making sure you get up the stairs alright, and then he lets you walk back across the top of the stage towards the âfrontâ door. George and Rebekka grin at you as you walk past which gets you a little more embarrassed but you embrace it when you get to the door and you look out at the huge audience again.
You blow them all a kiss and give them a big wave and smile which makes everyone scream again and it makes you giggle. When you turn to look at your boyfriend again, heâs already grinning at you and he gives your hand a squeeze, and just the way heâs looking so cute and so gooey, you give him another kiss.
Itâs quicker than your last few but it means just as much as those ones. You can feel each other's smiles which cuts it a little shorter but youâre grinning like fools when you step back towards the door again.
Like a gentleman he opens the door for you and as youâre about to go through he pulls you back in for another kiss. Itâs a short kiss but itâs one you cherish so much, even more when you part and at the same time you both mouth, âObsessed with you.â at each other. You take a step through the door but before you can walk through, you feel yourself get all flustered as he looks at you, before you can walk through the door though he holds your hip and tells you, âWait here a second baby.â
Matty quickly pecks your lips one last time, before he jumps down from the top stage, onto the settee and then he quickly crouches down to pick up the microphone from near the edge of the stage where he threw it earlier. He sighs with a toothy grin on his face once his eyes are back on the crowd. Seeing this many people witness you and him finally out and not sneaking around makes him incredibly happy.
âY/N Y/L/N, ladies and gentlemen.â His voice rings through the speakers, as he turns to watch you wave goodbye to the mass of people in front of the stage and you quickly blow him another kiss before you turn to walk back through the houseâs door.
âWow, what a girlfriend reveal!â Matty breathes out with a giggle at the end, as soon as youâve disappeared behind the door. Heâs so giddy, he just canât conceal it and he doesnât really want to so he gives in and proudly shares with the crowd as he grabs he walks up and down the stage, âIâm a very lucky man. The luckiest in fact, can you believe Iâve managed to snag one of the hotties from Chicken Shop Date?â
The crowd gets loud again but the noise doesnât stop the thoughts from leaving the singerâs mouth entirely unfiltered, âI know I canât. Still have to pinch myself every morning when I wake up next to her. Sheâs truly the woman of my dreams.â Matty feels his cheeks get hot at the admission, a string of giggles slipping past his lips.
At least the screams he gets as a response feel like validation so he continues with it, âSorry for being soppy but, I mean⌠You lot know her, how could I not?â Heâs trying to elongate the micâs wire, knowing which song is next on the setlist and how heâs gonna want to go all around the stage.
But as he finishes unknotting it and pulling it the most he can, he looks back up to the people before him and adds some more, âIsnât she just fucking gorgeous as well?â
Matty truly could speak about you for hours, itâs not even been a month since youâve officially gotten together but he has so many things about you pinned to the forefront of his mind and thereâs so many things that he thinks about you that he could honestly find himself lost in sentences regarding all that you are and what youâve achieved and every little thing you do.
So itâs no surprise that his tongue wants to let loose and spill all of these thoughts out but then he hears George call him, âSimp,â through his in-ears and all of the band giggles when it stops Matty in his tracks.
He turns around to look at the drummer with a glare and he calls him out, âAlright George, piss off. I donât say shit when youâre with Charli.â
It makes the crowd laugh and holler, some of them spouting comments in the air that get lost in the chaos of so many people shouting at the same time but in a couple of seconds it settles and a particular scream manages to make itself clear out of the crowd and Matty cackles loudly into the mic, âSomeoneâs just said foursome.â
George laughs into the mic as well, and Matty manages to hear something along the lines of, âYou can be in the corner recording.â in between the crowdâs loud screams at the prospect of the lewd proposition.
âLetâs not bring that back to Y/Nâs attention please, Iâve already gone through that chat.â Matty admits with a cheeky smile, hoping that youâre listening to this and already picturing in his mind the way you must be flustered at this talk being had on stage in front of thousands of people.
And you are flustered, fanning yourself because you feel scorching hot after everything that has happened in the past ten minutes. So much so, youâve had to sit down and youâre now watching the screens backstage as you listen to your boyfriend.
âI feel faint.â You let Amelia know, your brows are softly pinched together from how lightheaded and hot youâre feeling but still staring at the screen in front of you with a look that Amelia reads instantly.
With the adrenaline dying down, you canât quite believe youâve just done that. You got your robbers kiss, your moment to your favourite song that youâve only dreamed about since 2013. And now, you and Matty are public. You canât stop smiling despite the way your heart is beating out of your chest.
Amelia sits beside you, her arm going over your shoulder and she pulls you into her as she giggles before kissing your cheek.
âYouâre down bad.â She concludes, she can see it written all over your face and it shines through your eyes and her heart swells in her chest for you.
Sheâs never seen you so happy.
Despite how soon it may be, you nod in confirmation, âI am.â
From the way your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and the tingling you feel rushing to every corner of your being, you know itâs more than the adrenaline pumping through your veins that is making your heart beat wildly. After what just happened on stage, thereâs no way you can deny that your feelings for Matty are getting stronger with every second you spend by his side.
Itâs crazy. Itâs rushed. Itâs far too soon. You can almost clearly hear everyone telling you.
But you know in your heart, nothing and nobody has ever felt more right.
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A/N: We hope you enjoyed this one because we truly loved writing it so much. We were so emotional thinking about how this was originally the end, so glad we got more content to continue writing about! We just wanted to say that weâre not having the Friedland podcast in this story because we have no interest in touching that subject in a work of fiction that we consider an escape from reality. Instead, since this is a continuation of NRIACC Matty and he wouldnât have ever taken part in that, weâre having the Brits as they were meant to happen and weâre so excited to write that evening and share it with you guys. Thanks so much for reading again, and for your patience and all the love you give this story, yous are the best! xxÂ
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A Girlâs Best Friend // dad!Matty
CW: none! Just fluffiness
WC: 1,836 words
A/N: Iâm back! Finally got my writing spark back and I canât wait to continue sharing my ideas xxx
The soft, hazy light of early morning filtered through the curtains, casting pale beams across the room. You could feel the faint warmth of Matty's body pressed against yours, his arm wrapped around your waist, his breath steady and slow. The house was stillâuntil the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor broke the silence.
You blinked awake, groggily adjusting to the daylight. Matty, still half-asleep, groaned beside you. You turned to look at the source of the disturbance, a small figure standing at the edge of the bed, clutching her favourite stuffed bunny. Her big eyesâthose dark, familiar eyesâwere wide, and there was a slight quiver in her voice when she spoke.
"Mummy... Daddy..." Rosie whispered, her small voice thick with sleepiness. "I feel... sick."
You sat up, heart immediately lurching with concern. Matty stirred beside you but remained half asleep, only half aware of the situation.
"Rosie, sweetheart, what's wrong?" You reached out to her, pulling her onto the bed, wrapping her in your arms. She was warm, her forehead resting against your shoulder, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she snuggled close.
"I... my tummy hurts," Rosie mumbled, her voice small. She looked up at you with those round, innocent eyes, her face scrunched in discomfort. "It hurts..."
Matty's eyes fluttered open then, his messy curls tumbling over his forehead as he blinked at the scene. "What's going on?" he asked groggily, his voice heavy with sleep. "Is she okay?"
"I think she has a stomach ache," you said, running a hand through Rosie's hair. "Do you feel sick, darling? Do you need some water or...?"
Rosie shook her head. "No..." She hesitated, twisting her fingers around the bunny's floppy ears. Then, after a long pause, she looked up at you, a little tearful, and said in a tiny, nervous voice, "I don't wanna go to play school."
Your heart softened, the knot of worry dissolving slightly. Matty, fully awake now, sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. "Ah, baba...." He leaned down and scooped Rosie into his lap, hugging her tight. "You don't have to be scared, you know that? Play school is fun! You're gonna have a great day."
"But... what if the other kids don't like me?" Rosie's voice quivered, her eyes wide with worry. "What if they don't want to play with me?"
You looked at Matty, both of you reading the same sentiment in each other's eyes: she was just scared. She was only three, but the world felt like a massive place to her sometimes.
"Rosie," you said gently, lifting her chin so she looked at you, "you're so special, sweetheart. And you know what? You're really brave. You'll make friends today, I'm sure of it."
"But what if I don't?" Rosie whispered, her lower lip trembling.
Matty let out a soft chuckle, pulling her close. "Sweetheart, if you don't make a friend today, it's okay. You'll make lots of friends eventually. But I know you're gonna be so good at making new friends because you're funny and smart and kind."
Rosie still looked unconvinced, though. Her stomach ache didn't seem to be a real physical one; it was all in her head. She wanted to stay home with you both, the warmth of the bed, and the safety of familiar arms. She wanted to be with her parents.
Matty glanced at you with a knowing smile. "Hey, love," he whispered, his voice low and comforting. "I think we need to show Rosie how brave she is, don't you?"
You nodded, smiling back. Matty's hand reached over, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Rosie's ear.
"Why don't we do something, huh?" Matty said, his voice teasing but soft. "How about we make a special breakfastâmaybe pancakes? You know, the ones with the big smiley faces, like the ones we made last week?"
Rosie's eyes flickered with interest. "The smiley pancakes?" she asked, her voice wavering but curious.
"Yeah, those," Matty grinned. "And after that, we can drop you off at play school together. Mummy and I will be right there, watching you be the star you are."
You could feel Rosie relaxing in Matty's arms, her body no longer as tense. She smiled a little, then yawned, still rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
"I guess I could go," she said softly, her little face lighting up with a tiny smile. "But... can we do the pancakes first?"
"Of course," you said, laughing softly. "How about thisâafter breakfast, we'll all go for a walk, and then you can show us all the new things you learned in play school. Deal?"
Rosie nodded eagerly, her earlier fear melting away. "Deal!"
Matty winked at you, his hand gently squeezing yours. You both knew that play school would be a bit of an adjustment for Rosie, but the moment you all shared this morning was one of those small, perfect reminders of how much love and warmth your little family had. Matty's mischievous grin and that sweet, familiar warmth he carried made everything feel like it would be alright.
As the three of you made your way downstairs to start breakfast, the nervousness in Rosie's eyes was already beginning to fade. Today would be a good day.
And maybe, just maybe, the pancakes really would help.
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The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen, and Rosie had perked up considerably. She was now sitting at the kitchen table, her legs swinging excitedly beneath her, a half-eaten smiley face pancake on her plate. The soft clinking of cutlery and the hum of morning chatter surrounded you as you came down the stairs, dressed and ready to bring Rosie to school, as Matty flipped another pancake, humming one of his songs under his breath.
Rosie had been more quiet than usual, but it was clear her nerves were slowly slipping away. Every now and then, she would glance up at Matty, her little face lighting up with a mixture of awe and affection. You could see the shift happening in herâher earlier worries about play school starting to unravel.
Matty sat down beside her, placing a fresh plate of pancakes in front of her. "Alright, love, how are we feeling now?" he asked, ruffling her hair as he slid into the seat next to her.
Rosie poked at her pancakes for a moment before looking up at him, her big dark eyes meeting his. She bit her lip, thinking hard, then suddenly smiled and said, "Daddy..."
Matty looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"You're my best friend," Rosie said, her voice full of sincerity. "You always make me feel better."
Matty's face softened, a warm smile spreading across his features as he blinked, clearly caught off guard. "I'm your best friend?" he asked, his voice a little softer than usual.
"Yeah," Rosie nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with the movement. "You make me laugh, and you're always nice to me. And when I'm scared... you're there."
You watched the exchange, your heart swelling. Matty, of course, was completely smitten. There was something about being called best friend by your three-year-old daughter that was bound to melt anyone's heart. And for Matty, a man who often expressed himself through music and words, those simple but genuine words meant more than anything.
Matty leaned over and pulled Rosie into a big hug, squeezing her tightly. "Well, you're my best friend, too," he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "Always."
Rosie hugged him back, squeezing her little arms around his neck. "So I don't have to be scared of play school anymore, right?"
Matty pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes, his fingers gently brushing a curl from her face. "Of course not. You've got your daddy and mummy, and we're always with you, okay? Even when you're at play school. You can think of us whenever you need us."
Rosie's eyes brightened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!" She gave her dad a big smile, and her whole demeanour seemed lighter. She then turned to you, her little hand reaching across the table to grab yours.
"Mummy, I think I'm ready," she said, her voice full of newfound confidence.
You smiled at her, squeezing her hand in return. "I think you are, love."
Matty looked at you with a proud grin, raising his eyebrows as if to say, See? She's ready. Then, leaning back in his chair, he chuckled softly. "Guess we've got a play school champion on our hands, huh?"
You laughed along with him. "Yeah, I think so. I'll bet she's going to have a blast today."
After a few more bites of pancakes, Rosie climbed down from her chair, still clutching her bunny, and headed toward the living room to gather her things for school, having gotten her dressed while Matty made the first place of pancakes, she was raring to go. Matty stood up to follow her, his hand resting on your shoulder as he leaned down and kissed your temple.
"She's amazing," he whispered, his voice low but full of affection. "She's so strong, and she doesn't even know it yet."
You nodded, leaning into him. "She's got you to thank for that, I think."
Matty smiled, his eyes softening. "Maybe. But she's her own person, too. She's got that fire in her that we donât have."
You watched as Rosie, now a little more sure of herself, came back into the kitchen with her tiny backpack, her bunny tucked safely under one arm.
"I'm ready!" she announced proudly, her earlier hesitation completely gone.
Matty crouched down to her level, adjusting the straps of her backpack. "Alright, champ. You're going to have an amazing day. And when you get home, you can tell us all about it, yeah?"
Rosie nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Okay, Daddy! You and Mummy will be there to pick me up, right?"
"Of course," Matty said, his voice full of warmth. "We wouldn't miss it."
As you all walked to the door, Rosie gripping your hand with her tiny one, Matty gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Remember, you're my best friend, and you're gonna do great. I'm so proud of you."
Rosie beamed up at him, her little heart full of love and courage, and with one last wave goodbye, she was off to the car ahead of youâoff to take on her day, her fears forgotten, and her confidence restored.
Matty watched her go for a moment, his expression filled with a mixture of pride and tenderness. You caught his gaze, your eyes meeting his with a quiet understanding.
"Best friends, huh?" you whispered with a smile.
He nodded, his hand sliding into yours before you and Rosie headed on the road. "Best friends. And she's the best thing thatâs ever happened to me."
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