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cayleeuhithinknott · 2 days ago

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valentine’s day with bodyguard!matt.

heart divider: @bernardsbendystraws

pairing: bodyguard!matt & popstar!reader

valentine’s day isn’t exactly in his job description.

matt’s job is to protect you. to make sure no crazed fan gets too close, no paparazzi backs you into a corner, no threat ever reaches you. he’s supposed to blend into the background, standing firm between you and the rest of the world. he’s not supposed to indulge in things like this—soft, sentimental, dangerously affectionate things.

and yet.

he’s standing in front of you in the doorway of your hotel suite, arms crossed, watching as you unwrap a single red rose from the cream-colored silk ribbon he tied around it.

you run your fingers along the delicate petals, smiling as you bring it to your nose. “you got me flowers?” you tease, glancing up at him with an amused glint in your eyes. “that’s cute, matt. are you blushing?”

his expression doesn’t falter, but the sharp exhale he lets out tells you everything. “don’t push it, rosebud,” he murmurs, stepping further into the room.

you bite your lip to keep from grinning, but the warmth in your chest is impossible to ignore. for a man as closed off as matt, gestures like this aren’t just sweet—they’re monumental.

“you didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, setting the rose down on the table. beside it sits a tray of your favorite chocolates, a bottle of wine, and—your heart clenches—a handwritten note in matt’s unmistakable scrawl.

he shrugs, hands slipping into the pockets of his suit. “figured you deserved something nice.”

god, he’s impossible.

your chest tightens with affection as you pick up the note, your fingertips brushing over the edges before unfolding it. matt shifts behind you, clearing his throat like he suddenly regrets writing it, but you ignore him, scanning the words he so carefully penned.

happy valentine’s, rosebud. don’t go making a big deal out of this. but you should know—i’d do a hell of a lot more than this for you. always. — matt ㅤᵕ̈ ‪‪❤︎‬

your stomach flutters.

you turn to face him, heart racing. “matt…”

he shakes his head, already anticipating whatever sentimental thing you’re about to say. “don’t.”

you take a step closer. “i have to.”

he sighs, running a hand down his face before muttering, “you’re really gonna make me regret this, aren’t you?”

you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “absolutely.”

his hands find your waist, firm and sure, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you expect him to pull away—to remind you that this isn’t part of the job—but he doesn’t. he just holds you there, staring down at you with that unreadable expression that makes your knees weak.

“you’re sweet,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

he hums, thumb brushing lightly against your hip. “only for you.”

your breath catches.

there’s a shift. a slow, lingering moment where the air thickens, where the space between you crackles with something heavy, something unspoken.

his fingers tighten their grip just a little. his body inches closer to yours.

“you have no idea,” he murmurs, voice dropping, “how hard it is to keep my hands off you sometimes. how hard it is to keep my thoughts to myself.”

your pulse stutters.

“then don’t,” you whisper.

his eyes darken. matt’s fingers flex against your waist, grip tightening like he’s barely restraining himself. his jaw tics, eyes dragging slowly down your body, taking his time, like he’s committing every inch of you to memory.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, voice thick and low. “the only reason i keep my hands somewhat to myself is because if i start…”

his lips graze your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. his hands slip lower, fingers skating over your hips before sliding down, gripping your ass with a slow, deliberate squeeze.

“i won’t stop until you can’t even fucking stand.”

your breath hitches, heat curling deep in your stomach as his fingers flex, his body pressing closer, the tension between you crackling like a live wire.

he leans in, mouth brushing against your skin, voice dropping even lower.

“strictly off the record, of course.”

at that point, you knew that by the end of tonight, all you’d remember was how he made you forget everything but him.

a/n: okay i loved this like okay tensionnnn okay sexyy

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