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god-has-entered-my-body · 7 months ago

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Facedown - Matty Healy

A/N: I don't shag men irl, so soz if there are any inaccuracies regarding the ins and outs of anal xx thank you to my mates @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff, @man-im-so-high and @awellposhmagazine for indulging in my stupid questions and mental breakdowns in the GC❤️

wc: 7k

content warnings: smut, fluff, dirty talk, pegging, praise, also a bit of degradation depending on how you look at it, use of sex toys (strap), mentions of lingerie/matty in womens clothing, sex shops, spit, masochism, cursing, polaroids/cameras, so picture kink?, girlie immortalizes him in a picture let it be poetic

“I want you to fuck me.”

You choke on air. Matty is a blunt person, always has been, never really caring for beating around the bush. You didn't mind it, but you feel like he could’ve worded that a bit more eloquently. He’s laying on top of you, hair tickling the bottom of your chin, curls obstructing a bit of your vision.

“Okay, fucking hold up, what?” you're convinced you've misheard him. Even he wouldn't be that blunt. He takes a deep breath, his tone slow and condescending

“I said, I want you to fu-” you hit him, giggling in disbelief. He jumps back in surprise, a grin spreading onto his face. He was actually serious.

“I fucking heard what you said, jesus.” Matty has this look in his eye when he’s about to do something he knows you won't like, this glimmer in his eye, and you see it so clearly. His hand grabs your face, licking across your cheek, starting from the edge of your jaw. You squirm away, wiping your skin with your hand, throwing curses at him.

“Fuck's sake, you're like a dog. Behave and I'll give you a treat, christ.”

“Depends on what the treat is.” he winks at you, grinning widely as you screw your eyes shut in annoyance. He just wouldn't let up, like it would kill him to be PG for even five seconds.

“So?” he asks, referring to his original statement.

‘I want you to fuck me.’

His words echo through your head, making all sorts of images flash in front of your eyes. Of course he notices, trailing his fingers up your bare arm, making goosebumps kiss your skin in his wake.

It's hard to even think straight, the suddenness of the question making your head spin. The two of you had never talked about it before, thinking it wasn't even on the table.

“Are you- are you sure?” you stutter out, a small part of you scared he was joking, trying to see how you would react. His answer makes you sigh in relief.

“Never been more sure.'' He's smiling, a genuine, reassuring smile.

“Actually?”

“No, I meant metaphysically, philosophically-” he deadpans, but it takes only a few seconds for him to crack up laughing, burying his face into your chest, trying to stifle his giggles.

You breathe out, weaving a gentle hand through his hair, guiding him up to kiss you, lips locking as he gasps softly. You stay like that for a while, kissing and holding each other, neither wanting to let go.

“You're mental.” you mumble when he pulls away, brushing a small strand of hair out of your eyes, sweetly tucking it behind your ear.

“Yet, you love me.” It's so perfect. His body is warm against yours, acting as a sort of weighted blanket, pressing you into the sofa. The scent of his perfume is strong, tinged with a hint of the spliff you’d both smoked earlier.

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You can tell he’s never been in an actual sex shop by the was his eyes widen when you enter, flicking between the multitude of displays and posters, having no idea where or what to look at. His hand grasps yours, one goal in mind as you both step inside, heading towards a specific aisle. Strap-ons.

Even if it was his first visit, he seems immediately at home, casually browsing through strap-ons and vibrators like he was in a department store, looking at lampshades or containers. At some point, you manage to break away from him, finding yourself in the lingerie section, lace and silk and satin surrounding you on all sides. Your fingers graze over a specific pair of green lace panties, the material soft to the touch.

Your mind goes back to that night, to the memory of Matty, on your bed, shirtless and panting, the only thing concealing him a pair of lacey black womens underwear. You wonder if he’d be into it, buying more stuff like that, or if he maybe had more back home, hidden in a secret corner of his drawer.

You're snapped back into reality by a repetitive tap on your shoulder, turning around to see it was Matty. He was holding something in his hand; a light purple, see through strap, decorated with specks of glitter and incredibly detailed. You blush at the sight, before remembering where you actually were. It looked big in his hands, intimidating almost.

“This one’s pink and glittery! Fucking awesome, who knew they had so many types?” he booms, holding it up right in front of your face. A few people turn, but most ignore his loud proclamation, going back to their own shopping.

“You're so girly, Jesus christ.” you snigger, stifling a crude laugh. It was so Matty, always one to pick the most extravagant, out of the ordinary, even when it came to sex toys.

“Don’t make me fucking start-” he threatens, and you promptly cover his mouth with your palm, staring deep into his eyes.

“Shut it.” and to your surprise, he did.

He goes back to the isle he came from, looking for more options. You’d expected it to be more uncomfortable, but you felt light, like anything was on the table. Seeing him move out of your sight, you turn back to the fabric you’d been admiring earlier, running your fingers over it, and out of the corner of your eye, something shiny catches your attention. Garters.

Your core stirs at the thought of Matty in garters, maybe even stockings or heels. You wonder if he’d even be into it, or if that was where his adventures in femininity ended. Lost in your fantasies, you don't even realize you’d picked something up. A black garter, little heart details making it sparkle in the low light of the shop, leather and metal cool against your skin.

“Oh?” you hear a teasing voice say from behind, making you jump slightly. Clutching the object between your fingers, you spin around, eyes meeting Matty’s, and he has this filthy grin on his face, knowing he’s caught you.

“What's this?” he takes it from your hand, looking at it closely. His eyes light up when he realizes what it is, or more, who it's for. Matty’s ego inflates as he dangled in front of you, relishing in your flustered reaction, a blush creeping onto your face.

“Is this meant for me?” he asks, pressing it onto his thigh over his jeans, trying to figure out how it would look. He moves to the mirror located off to the side to get a better look, admiring himself in the mirror.

“You don't have to- it's just an idea.” you say defensively, scared he’ll find it weird or odd or-

“It's a wonderful one. Do tell me more, darling.” his hand trails up your arm, landing on your shoulder. You don't have time to react as he pulls you in for a kiss, short and hot. A suggestion.

You stare at him for a few moments, not sure how to react.

“What else do you want to see me in? This, perhaps?” he struts over to the lingerie section, picking up a pair of silk panties, showing them to you. You nod your head, earning a sly grin and a wink from Matty as he puts them into his little basket.

“Or are you more of a lace kinda gal?” There's a hint of tease in his voice as he holds up another pair. The green pair.

Your breath hitches as he stares at you, looking for a reaction, smiling victoriously when he sees it. Raising his eyebrows, he wordlessly adds them to the growing pile of merchandise he’s accumulated in the short span he’d been wandering around the store.

“Fucking hell.” you mutter under your breath as he grabs your hand, dragging you over to the garters. It all seems unreal, the way he confidently shows off the pieces over his clothes, ‘modeling’ for you in front of other shoppers, utterly shameless.

“I'll wear it for you, you just have to tell me what you want.” he parrots your words back at you. ‘Just tell me what you want, Matthew’

If only he knew.

“You look pretty in everything Matty, I'd rather you pick.”

“And I'd rather you be turned on, hm? C’mon, tell me, I don't bite.” you giggle a bit at his choice of words, the marks on your neck contradicting his statement.

“You like it when I'm pretty for you?” he whispers into your ear, the words going straight to your core. Your knees feel weak, ready to buckle at any moment if he keeps talking like that.

Nodding frantically, you press a small kiss to his lips, taking his hand. You lead him to the shoes, heels and boots of all heights and colors stacked neatly in piles against a wall.

“Oh, I'm liking this turn of events.” he grins, hands reaching out to touch a specific pair of black platforms, adorned with small gemstones along the strap. You had a similar pair, knowing just how hard they were here to walk in.

“You are?” you question, feeling his free hand wrap around your waist, bringing the shoes up for you to touch, the leather rough under your fingertips.

“You turn me on so much it fucking hurts. I love being your little fantasy, all dolled up for you.” he speaks slowly, quiet enough so that only you can hear. You cough, almost choking on air as he adds the shoes to the basket, walking off as though nothing happened.

“This one?” he asks, holding up another toy. A pale pink strap-on, less glittery than the last one, but still incredibly eye-catching. You eye him up and down, the way he stood like he was holding the most normal thing ever appalling you.

“You sure?” he nods enthusiastically, eyes silently begging you to say yes. “Imagine how pretty i’d look, imagine the pictures-”

Oh, he loved to tease you about those, your collection of filthy polaroids growing larger and larger the longer you were together, stashed at the bottom of your nightstand.

“Sure you can take it?'' The expression on his face is priceless as you fight fire with fire, his grin vanishing, being replaced with an embarrassed blush dusting his face.

He wordlessly adds it, walking off in the direction of the till. You follow closely, watching him take a bottle of lube (strawberry flavored, because it's Matty) from the shelf, placing it in the basket.

It was all so new, uncharted territory for both of you. Sure, he teased and you teased back, throwing witty retorts at each other until one eventually gave up, but you were both equally nervous and excited, the idea absolutely thrilling.

The bus ride back home is slightly awkward, the bags in your hands adorning the very obvious logo of the sex shop you’d just been in, earning judging glances from strangers. Matty remains unbothered, engrossed in an old edition of vogue he’d bought at check out. You watch him leaf through the pages, inspecting outfits and designs, muttering when he doesn't agree with them. It was endearing, watching him critique world famous fashion designers, like his opinion would hold and weight in a proper argument.

200 quid was what the trip had cost you, spending way more than you had planned. Matty had paid for it with his parents' money that they sent to him every so often, wanting him to be able to live comfortably even if they were away. You felt sort of bad, offering to use your own cash, quickly being swatted away by an insistent Matty.

“I have to pay, seeing as I am a gentleman. Besides, you're going to be taking great care of me later, so-” you manage to cut him off with a stealth elbow in the ribs, sparing the poor cashier from one of his terribly inappropriate rants.

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Home is comfortable, much unlike the harsh summer weather and the beating sun that waited for you outside. Unlocking the door, you've met with the soft hum of the air conditioner, the cool air kissing your skin. Matty lets out a relieved sigh as he finally sets down the bags, stretching his arms over his head. You catch a glimpse of his lower stomach, a small trail of hair traveling from his belly button and into the waistband of his pants, which were hung obscenely low on his hips.

“Do you want to-” you're cut off by Matty’s lips on yours, one hand gripping onto the base of your neck, the other pulling you in by the waist. Despite being almost three inches taller, you manage to overpower him quickly, pressing him into the wall behind him. He gasps against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as you grasp him by the hair, tugging him down to meet you.

“Desperate, much?” you say condescending, one of your fingers trailing down the hollow of his throat, grazing the skin enough to leave a faint red mark.

He loved seeing the aftermath of you on his body, and you’ve caught him admiring himself in the mirror more than once, running his fingertips over the bruises and scratches, reliving the moments that caused them. It's not like he left you bare, either, the complete opposite, actually. Your neck was full of hickeys in various colors, some more faded than others.

He loved using his teeth, and had once left an incredibly obvious bite mark on the skin just above your collarbone, getting disgusted and borderline traumatized looks from both Ross and George. Adam never did mention i, but you caught him stealing glances at both of you, his tell tale ‘what the actual fuck did you do’ look on his face.

“You’re one to talk, don’t think I didnt see how you looked at me back there.” he smirks against your lips, tongue swiping along your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. You use your body weight to hold him up against the wall, pressing a knee right between his legs, a move he loved to use on you, and watching you grind against him is his favorite sight in the whole world.

His hips buck against your lower half, his hard-on brushing up against your thigh. He groans at the slight friction, repeating the action until you stop him.

“Please, fuck- please.” he breathes, eyeing the bag on the ground behind you with a look of pure lust on his face.

Your knees feel weak, your stomach flipping as he reaches out to touch your face, trailing his fingers down your jaw and onto your neck, lovingly pressing kisses all over your skin, almost as if to try and convince you of something.

Wordlessly, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, leading him down the long hallway and up the stairs, almost tripping. You near the bedroom, unable to take your hands off each other as he pathetically whimpers into your mouth, nails clawing at your back.

The door swings open and you push him forward until the back of his knees hit the bed, making him fall onto it.

“Been thinking ‘bout this for a while, haven't you?” he nods slowly, chest heaving from the sheer force of your kiss, leaving him breathless.

“You can’t imagine.” he answers, eyes looking up at you from his spot on the bed, wide and full of want.

“So pretty.” you whisper to yourself, reaching down to push his shirt up, revealing that little bit of hair on his stomach, so incredibly sexy it made your head spin.

“Take your shirt off for me, I'll be back.” you kiss him again, softly this time, not even looking at his reaction before turning around and disappearing through the door. Your legs carry you as fast as they can go, taking two steps at a time as you race downstairs, eyes settling on the hot pink paper bag left abandoned on the floor.

Rifling through the pile of various clothes, underwear, gags, toys; really anything you could think of, your breath hitches as your fingers brush against cold resin. Of course it was made of resin, ridiculously expensive as well, typical Matty. You laugh to yourself, taking a close look at the toy in your hands.

It was pale pink, hyper realistic veins running down the sides of it, the actual strappy part a deep purple, almost black. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, almost forgetting one vital thing: the lube.

The sight before you open the door again is one that should be chiseled into stone and hung up for thousands of years. Matty is on the bed, further up so that his head is resting on the metal bed frame up against the wall, it being more comfortable that way. His shirt is off, just like you had told him.

One thing made you freeze. His hand was covering his lower half, palming his obvious hard on through his insanely tight jeans. It looked painful, well hidden by the filthy smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips, making your heart skip a beat.

“Kept me waiting.'' His voice is low, raspy, and desperate, even if he tries to play it off. You move without thinking, watching his eyes flicker over to the toy in your hand, which you place onto the bed out of his reach.

“Not my fault you can't go five seconds without touching yourself.” you shoot back, kneeling onto the soft mattress.

“Sort of is, isn't it?” he sounds playful, almost giddy as you catch his lips in a kiss.

“You were begging so nicely before, what happened?” you fake pout at him, putting on a slightly condescending tone as he rolls his eyes at you.

“I caught my breath.” he says, hands settling on your hips as you straddle him properly, his aching cock grinding against the curve of your ass. It feels amazing, your ego swelling as you take him in, needy and wanting for you and you only.

“Yeah?”

“Might have to take it again.”

You get what he’s playing at immediately, reaching up to wrap your hand around his throat. Matty lets out a choked gasp, eyes widening at the sensation.

“Fuck-” he’s cut off by you pressing down harder, watching all the blood in his head rush down south.

“What? Couldn't quite hear you, speak up.” you taunt, loving watching him struggle to answer you, all that came out being needy gasps and curses.

“Please-” his breath hitches when you reach down to skillfully unbutton his pants with one hand, silently thanking the gods above he had decided to forgo a belt today, peeling the jeans off of him. He lets out a choked moan as you grip him through his boxers, wishing he had worn a pair of women’s panties, knowing it would rile you up even more.

“What? Use your words, Matthew, tell me what you want.” you tease, ignoring his silent begging, only slightly letting go of his throat, scared he wasn't properly getting oxygen.

“Touch me, please.” he manages to force out, tears of relief welling up in his eyes when you take him out of his boxers, stroking his cock lightly.

“This all for me? All because of that toy? Filthy, filthy boy.” his mind blanks, ecstacy overtaking his body and mind, the only thing he could think of was how fucking lucky he was. The strap is only visible in the corner of your eye as you kiss him hard, slipping your tongue into his mouth, drinking in every little gasp.

You dig your thumb into his slit, his hips arching off the bed and into your hand, spurts of precum leaking out of his tip. You smile at his reaction, one question still running through your mind. This was all so new, and you were riffing off of what you already knew he liked, trying to build up as much tension as possible.

“Have you done this before?” he takes a second to answer, slowly nodding his head. You motion for him to elaborate. A pang of insecurity rushes through you at the thought of him doing this with someone else, another person seeing him like this. You push it all down, turning your full attention to Matty.

“Only alone, trying some things out..” his voice is uncharacteristically small, eyes avoiding you as he stutters over the second part of his sentence, clearly a bit embarrassed.

“Oh yeah? Did it feel good?” you encourage him, desperate to make him feel as comfortable as possible. He smirks, and you can basically see the memories flash behind his eyes.

Alone, late at night. Curiosity striking, clothes hitting the floor of his old bedroom. A mess of lube and spit, fingers experimentally curling upwards and finally, finally hitting that perfect spot deep inside of him, making him moan into his pillow, trying to muffle the sound.

But of course, Matty has to do and say something so utterly stupid, it makes your eyes hurt from rolling them.

“It’ll feel so much better if you do it for me, darling. Treat me right and all, seeing as I am your girl-” you playfully hit his arm, effectively shutting him up. He wasn't fully wrong, but the way he worded it was purposefully supposed to make you cringe, your eyes screwing shut and hands going to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Shut up, what is your damage?” you ask, glaring at him as he tries his best to stifle his giggles. It's infectious, and soon you start laughing as well, falling into his arms, losing it at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Can you take nothing seriously?” It's a rhetorical question, but he still answers.

“Nothing.” he drags out the word, mocking you.

You take this opportunity to tug at his cock, wiping the smug grin directly from his face. It was satisfying, watching him go from cocky and borderline bratty, to a sweet, moldable putty in the palm of your hand, willing to do whatever you asked of him.

“A-ah oh fuck, i’m not gonna- stop.” he gasps, trying to push you off. You fight back, pinning him down using your entire body, your fingertips ghosting over his cock.

“Gotta get you ready to take me, don't want it to hurt, do you?” your voice drips with lust, relishing in the wanton sounds he lets out at your words. Matty looks at you, mouth slightly ajar as if trying to say something. You nod at him.

“I can- I can show you. If you want. We both know how much you like to watch me.” he gestures to the camera sitting on the nightstand, grinning from ear to ear.

“Go on.” you whisper, your voice cracking.

He flips around, and you use this little bit of time to slip your own clothes off, leaving your shirt and panties on, settling onto the bed behind him.

His hands reach for the bottle of lube, blindly feeling around for it. You hand it to him with a sickly sweet smile, making his stomach flip as he spreads his legs, a performative moan leaving his lips as he uncaps it with his teeth, pouring the liquid onto his fingers.

It's weird, seeing him in this position, facedown against the mattress, tugging his boxers down with his clean hand. He can feel your eyes on him, raking over his milky skin, watching him take a deep breath as the cool lube hits his skin.

“You look pretty.” you hear him snigger into the pillow at the breathlessness of your voice. “Right? Good genes, innit?” he says smugly, craning his head around to get a look at your annoyed expression.

“Oh fuck off.” you smack him on the arse, taking the piss out of his stupid comments.

He gasps, and now it's your turn to be smug, grazing your nails over the skin you’d just hit

“Seriously? That turned you on?” he nods, tracing his lube covered fingers over his hole, shivering a bit before pushing one in.

A string of moans and curses spill from lips, panting as his back arches at the intrusion. You watch him with wide eyes, taking every minuscule twitch of his body as he curls them slightly, going even deeper. You commit everything to memory, wanting this moment to last forever, and you reach out to trail your hands down his sides, digging your slightly grown out nails into his hips, making him moan into the pillows.

“Giving me a proper show then. Anything to get my attention, right?” you mumble, leaning over him as he fingers himself for you, groaning and twitching against the mattress, overcome with pleasure.

“It’s working isn't it?” he forces out, the feeling of your chest pressed to his back making his eyes roll back in his head, his tip leaking spurts of precum onto the sheets

“Fuck, yeah, its working.”

His fingers brush up against a certain spot inside of him and he quite literally shakes, arching and pushing down onto his digits, his body begging for more. You watch, entranced in every movement he makes, in a sort of daze.

You could sense him gaining back a sense of confidence when he peers back at you, seeing your blissed out expression at the sight of him fucking himself open for you, moans and whimpers going straight to the growing heat in your core.

“Wanna fuck me? Make me moan for you?” he teases, moving his lube covered hand to his cock, tugging at himself as you pull him closer. The strap next to you burns a hole into your brain, and you reach for it, hand gliding over the resin.

“Wanna take a pretty picture with that little camera of yours?” That was the final straw that made you scramble up, fumbling with the fastens of the toy, unbuckling them and slipping it over your underwear, the weight of it a bit strange.

“I’m going to make you eat those words.” you threaten, one of your hands threading through his hair, pulling his face up before dropping it back onto the pillows. He whimpers at the sharp pain radiating from his scalp, spreading all the way to his fingertips that clutch the sheets so tightly, his knuckles look pale white.

“It's what I'm counting on, darling.” he winks, arching his back towards you, grinding his arse against your strap. This was really happening. Sucking in a deep breath, you steady yourself on your knees, taking the toy into your hand, circling his hole with it. A sigh of pleasure leaves his parted lips as he relaxes into the bed, arse up and face buried into the dark blue fabric of his pillow.

The sound of the lube covering the strap is a bit awkward, and you both laugh lightheartedly, nervous and excited to do this with each other, to each other. He groans as you finally line up with his entrance, the tip teasing him as he bucks back onto it.

“Want me to go slow?” you ask, slightly nervous, scared of doing something wrong or god forbid, hurting him in any way.

“Fuck me slow, yeah?” His words drip with lust, raspy and deliberately drawn out. He notices your hesitation, and his hand reaches back to grab yours, rubbing reassuring circles into the skin of your palm.

“Jesus, you make it sound so filthy.” His vulgar words were nothing new, his cocky manner only another tool to get you to lose it on him, never showing mercy. Just like he liked it. Rough, hard, fast, never ending pleasure until both of you were fully satisfied.

“Stop being a tease and just fuck me.” he was now at the point of making demands, blatantly ignoring the imbalance of power between you. You tut at him, nails digging into the fat of his arse, making him wince in pain.

“Not in a place to be demanding things from me, are you now?” your tone is deliciously condescending, making his cock involuntarily twitch under him, begging for attention.

“You want it just as much as me.” he breathes loudly, a feeble attempt at trying not to sound as desperate as he really was, not wanting to admit defeat.

“Make me mess, fuck me dumb, I know you want to.” an animalistic groan rips itself from your throat as you push into him, feeling the smallest bit of resistance at first.

Remembering his little reaction from earlier, you experimentally smack the side of his arse, right where its curve meets the top of his thigh, and he shudders beneath you, crying out in pleasure. You don't know what you're doing, but you do gain a flicker of confidence when he grinds down against the bed, mumbling into the pillow. Asking him to speak up, his face is now visible as he moans, hips pushing back onto the toy as you pull back out, leaving him feeling empty.

You snap your hips forward, a bit harsher this time, watching and listening for his reaction, wanting to make it feel as good as possible for him. He was trusting you with the most intimate part of him, giving up almost all control as his arms go slack under him, nothing holding his body up anymore.

“Fuckk, that's so good.” he breathes as you set a delicate but even rhythm, speeding up a bit with every thrust as he slowly gets used to the sensation. It takes a few minutes of fucking him at an agonizing pace until you feel his whole body tense up, a choked moan spilling from his parted, spit covered lips. Your breath hitches at the sight of him drooling, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss.

“OH FUCKK- right there right there right there jesus christ, fuck-” he curses, clawing around him, trying to find something to bring him back down to reality as your strap brushes up against his G-spot. There's a wet patch on the bed under him, precum covering the blue fabric of the sheets.

“Sound so pretty, all for me.” you hit that same spot over and over as he pathetically cries out your name, begging for you to go faster.

“Please, it's so good, so good, fuck me please oh FUCK.” you oblige, gripping onto his hips as you slam back into him, his back arching sharply as you pant, your cheeks a bright red. Your whole body is flushes crimson, your cunt clenching around nothing as you get off to the sounds and movements he makes, your witty words getting caught in the back of your throat

You're so incredibly turned on that everything else disappears around you, your only focus being a desperate Matty under you, writhing in pleasure as he experiences actual heaven, his whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat, making him glow in the dim light of the bedroom.

Sinful sounds fills the bedroom, reverberating off the walls making you feel dizzy, partially from the effort and partially from the boy in your bed, whimpering your name betweens strings of curses, begging you to just fuck him harder.

Matty, though he hates it, is awfully predictable. He has cues that let you know when he’s close, his voice pitching up several octaves as you slam into him, never faltering.

You take the opportunity to press your chest against the curve of his back, hard nipples rubbing against his skin through your thin shirt. Your voice is low, whispering lewd promises against his ear, occasionally nibbling at the skin, sucking a hickey into it.

“Gonna cum for me? I can see you leaking all over the sheets, dirty boy” he cries at your words, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down his face, leaving small stains on the pillow.

“Yesyesyes please don’t stop- so close.” he begs, every part of his body twitching and tensing, so close to the edge he could taste it.

You don't know what possesses you. Maybe it was his comment from earlier, his tone playful and teasing, eyes dark with desire.

“Wanna take a pretty picture with that little camera of yours?”

It's like a foreign force taking over your body. You still, ignoring Matty’s pleas for you to keep going, his hips bucking wildly onto the toy still deep inside of him.

“No- nonono please, i was so close, fuck.” you click your tongue at him, effectively shutting him up

He winces when you move, hand reaching for something on the nightstand, not even realizing what you were doing. The plastic is heavy in your hands, black lense staring back at you as you reposition yourself behind Matty, the tip of your strap teasing his hole.

He thinks you’ll continue as normal, that you'll give him what he’s been craving this entire time. All he wants to do is cum, mind so clouded with desire that he could barely speak properly

Your hands threads into his hair, his neck limp as you pull him up by it. Your fingers find the shutter, knowing you had to act fast to get the result you so desperately wanted.

Pulling his head further back so his whole face was visible, you position the camera in front of it, the sight of the lense making Matty’s heart skip a beat.

Right as you take the picture, you violently snap your hips forward, thrusting into him at a brutal pace, making his face contort in ecstasy, mouth falling open, revealing a pink tongue between his lips.

The camera flash is disorienting for him, the shutter barely heard over his impossibly loud moans, the sounds making you feel weightless.

He lets out a high laugh as he fully gets what you’d just done, only proving his earlier point further. His little victory is interrupted by his impending orgasm, the combination of the pressure from your strap on his G-spot and the delicious friction of the sheets rubbing against his cock sending him into a lust driven frenzy.

His moans are high pitched, almost feminine as he buries his face into his slack arms, trying to bite back his noises. You tell him to quit it, demanding to hear every single cry that leaves his lips.

“You’re such a brat, acting like I cant have you fucking purring under me in the blink of an eye.” you speak, an intense feeling of power and control taking your body as you slam into him, licking up the skin of his bare neck, making him shudder under your touch.

“I promise i’ll be good- just please let me cum.” he’s a blubbering mess, tears rolling down his cheeks as you tug harshly on his hair, the pain only making it harder for him to hold off his orgasm.

“Please- I need it so bad- fuck, please.”

“Oh, you need it, do you?” you taunt him, your fingers moving to shove their way into his mouth, pressing down on his wet, hot tongue. The whimper he lets out as you gag him makes your brain short circuit, your eyes are fixed on the way he grinds his hips to meet your frantic thrusts, desperate to get himself off.

“Go on then, cum all over our nice sheets. Make everything dirty, just like you are, aren't you darling?” the filthy words spill from your lips before you could even think, and Matty stills for a second before moaning around your fingers, bucking against the mattress.

“So good, so fucking good- oh my god, fuck, feels so good-” his words are muffled by your fingers, and as much as you need to hear him, you let it slide, wanting your perfect boy to finally come undone. He cums with a scream, an actual, guttural scream of your name, convulsing under your touch as you reach around and grip his cock, working him through his orgasm.

He gasps as ropes of cum paint the sheets, covering your hand. You slow down your thrusts, not wanting to rip him out of his dazed state just yet. He whimpers as you pull out, feeling strangely empty without you filling up every inch of him. His body is limp against the bed, chest heaving trying to take in as much oxygen as possible as he comes down from his high, slowly but surely.

You yelp when a hand grips the side of your arm suddenly, pulling you down onto the bed next to him. Matty’s sweet smile makes your heart swell up with love as you make eye contact, his brown eyes drooped half shut in pleasure.

“Fucking mint.” he breathes, giggling as you roll your eyes at his utterly unsexy reaction to you fucking his brains out.

“Really?”

His smile turns into a grin as he pulls you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against yours. You hand cups his cheeks, wiping aways what's left of his tears.

“I fucking love you, that was world altering, fuck me.”

“I already did, remember?” the opportunity was right there, and you both erupt into a fit of laughter at your bad jokes, grinning widely at each other. Matty lets out a grossed-out groan when he accidently rolls into the wet patch he had left in the bed, crying at the feeling of the damp fabric against his bare legs.

But, in typical Matty fashion, he opts to just cope, too lazy and fucked out to do anything about it. You try to convince him to get up, shower, maybe do anything except roll around in his cum soaked sheets. He flat out refuses, gripping your waist so tightly you felt Matty-shaped bruises form on the skin.

He forces you to lay with him, not letting you get up.

“Did it hurt?” you ask tentatively, genuinely curious. He shakes his head, trying to describe the sensation.

“A bit, but it felt really fucking great after about two seconds, so totally worth it.” he kisses you again, softer but still passionate, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly.

“Did you like it?” he asks, trailing a finger up and down your arm, scratching it comfortingly.

All you can do is smile, the memory of what you felt making you giddy.

“I felt powerful.” you confess, a faint blush spreading onto your already flushed cheeks. Might as well let it all out, right?

“You like being powerful?” you nod your head, confirming the sneaking suspicion he’s had since that very first night on his living room sofa.

“I like it when you hurt me.” you laugh, that information having been painfully obvious for a while now.

“I know, darling, you make it so obvious.” he curses at you for quote un-quote ‘kink shaming’ him, immediately mentioning your little knack for photography.

“What do you do with the pictures?” you’ve never told him what happens to the polaroids after they properly develop, stashed in your nightstand drawer.

“I don't kiss and tell.” you snigger at his hurt reaction, now even more desperate to know what goes on in your mind when your finger presses down on the shutter, immortalizing Matty in a picture as small as the palm of your hand.

“That does not work if I'm the one you kissed, I’m afraid.” you dismiss him with a shake of your head, watching the hope leave his face. He nags you further, offering all sorts of services to get you to confess to him.

“I’ll show you sometime.” his eyes light up, ready to make yet another filthy comment. You press a finger to his lips, shushing him like he was a misbehaved child, smirking at his reaction.

“Only if you're good, though.” he nods his head so eagerly, you're afraid he might get whiplash as he shuffles closer to you, nuzzling his face into your shirt (well, his goal was clearly your tits, but you didn't need to know that.)

“I'll be so good for you, you’ll regret ever denying me.” you laugh, vowing to hold him to it.

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kate-the1975 · 1 month ago

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A Girl’s Best Friend // dad!Matty

CW: none! Just fluffiness

WC: 1,836 words

A/N: I’m back! Finally got my writing spark back and I can’t 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 still—until 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 eyes—those dark, familiar eyes—were 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 breakfast—maybe 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 this—after 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 her—her 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 don’t 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 you—off 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 that’s ever happened to me."

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doormatty3 · 1 year ago

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Till Next Time, Love (Matty Healy x FOC)

Masterlist AO3

Summary:

[Matty Healy x Original Female Character] Kate can't stand Matty when she first meets him, that much she's sure of. He always finds a way to grind her gears with his stupid arrogance and cockiness. And yet she finds him ridiculously attractive with his soft curls and sweet smile. She'd love to just flee from the situation and forget every interaction, if she only wasn't working late at the venue they were playing at. OR: Matty puts the cock in cockiness and does what he does best.

Wordcount: 8,167

Warnings: 18+, mildly dubious consent, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, semi-public sex, breeding, facefucking, overstimulation

Summer had to be the busiest season for concert venues, Kate thought as she rolled a heavy black container box through one of the long, dimly lit backstage corridors. Some indie band from around town had played a gig the night before and rented some of the venue's inventory that she had to move back to its proper place now. Singers and bands were coming and going this time of year and since she was only working at the venue for a few short months she had the pleasure of cleaning up before the next act arrived.

The faces that played the stage had already started to blur into one another and by this time Kate had difficulties distinguishing them. If she were to be asked she would not be able to name them. Most of the time she didn't even stay for their show if she didn't have to. Often, the soundcheck was already providing her with enough music and she longed to get back into her quiet apartment, away from the incessant noise of the venue.

Sometimes she knew an act that graced the hall, such as the next one that was to play there: The 1975 with their notoriously difficult singer Matty Healy. She liked their music but did not follow their antics that much, only reading up on it when it was more or less newsworthy. Mostly Matty was on the news with some weird stunt he pulled and a more or less sincere apology.

When she arrived at her destination, Kate snapped out of her thoughts and put the box in its place.

“Fucking summer!”, she mumbled while running a hand through her black hair, an unsuccessful attempt to tame the few strands that came loose of the ponytail she kept her hair in.

The temperatures were already high, even though it was only mid-morning. And the standard crew outfit consisting of a black t-shirt and black slacks did not help with temperature regulation. Her breather was interrupted by the telltale sound of a heavy vehicle driving onto the premises; the new stars of the day had arrived. She made her way toward the exit door and was already greeted by her boss, a large, friendly man in his late 50s. The high summer temperatures were taking a toll on him, she noticed. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead and he used a handkerchief to wipe them away from time to time.

“You coming? They want to see the venue and we will start unloading the truck”, he ushered the woman outside with a fitting wave of his hand, “We start with the technical stuff in the big truck, so their sound and audio engineers can set up - then everything else.”

Kate gave a short nod in response, sometimes she still felt like he treated her like a newbie even though she had experience and the schedule they were following was mostly the same. As she let her eyes wander to the trucks the wave of heat hit her. She made out two nightliners, nothing special - especially given the number of touring members. The band stood in front of the smaller bus, smoking and laughing.

She noticed Matty Healy first though she vehemently denied that in her head, telling herself that he would stand out to anybody and it was nothing special. Kate had already known that he was attractive and had always thought so when seeing a picture or a video of him but he truly was a sight to behold: Messy brown curls, a lit cigarette between his long fingers, a black tank top that accentuated his arms, the slight curve of his biceps evident, and black sunglasses that hid his eyes. They were talking adamantly and she saw Matty throw his head back laughing at something that was said by one of his bandmates, his curls bouncing as he did so.

Kate had difficulties tearing her eyes away from the man.

“Fuck, stop staring and get back to work”, she told herself quietly, while shaking her head to clear those thoughts away. It certainly did not help that he was exactly her type: tall, messy hair and a voice to die for.

When she made her way to the bigger of the two touring buses, she didn’t notice Matty’s eyes following her, nor that he made his way over to her until he was right behind her and leaned against the truck actively blocking her way to the front.

“You know, it is not polite to stare, love.”

She turned around and was met with a boyish grin on Matty's face when she lifted her eyebrow and opened her mouth to answer him, he interrupted her, his English accent heavy while he spoke: “Normally I would have invited you to have a smoke with me, but seeing that you’re already smokin’ …”

Flabbergasted Kate really looked up at him, she was not much shorter than he was, only about one head smaller but he stood so close that she had to actively look up a bit to see his complete face.

The sunglasses he wore on his face before were now hanging folded on the front of his tank top, a tattoo peaking over the rim of it. In the sunlight, his brown eyes shone a bit greenish and their color was light, she noticed. They reminded her of some expensive liquor. His hands were buried in his pockets and she couldn't help but notice the tattoos on his arm and his defined muscles.

"I should slap you for that”, she retorted dryly, after regaining her composure.

And with a snort, she pushed him away by placing a hand on his chest, and as she walked past him, off to the front of the truck, a whiff of his scent engulfed her briefly. He smelled of the smoke of the cigarette he just had and some faint hint of an expensive perfume that he wore, something woody and earthy, with a hint of cinnamon and amber. Kate found it fucking intoxicating.

“Oh come on, you like it, love!”, Matty said sheepishly to her as she was leaving.

She found him attractive and didn't want to dwell on how hot he felt when she just touched him or how good he smelled. Because in the end, it did not matter, he could be as hot as they come, his insane ego and cockiness were something that she definitely didn't enjoy. Sighing, Kate grabbed the first of many boxes, this was bound to be an interesting day. She hated arrogant men.

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Throughout the day Kate didn't have any more run-ins with Matty - something she was glad for. She did not actively avoid him, work just kept her busy and she was looking forward to the evening. Her shift was supposed to end just before The 1975 went on stage and normally she would have stayed and watched the show since she liked their music and all. But after she met Matty today, she discarded that idea. She did not want to give that arrogant, hot man more attention than necessary. He reminded her way too much of an ex-boyfriend that she would much rather forget.

Kate was on her way to get her things when she was met with a hard chest.

"Careful, love." His large hands were holding her up on her shoulders in an attempt to steady her.

Matty fucking Healy, of course, of all the people in the venue she had to literally run into him.

"You're not staying for the show? I thought I'd give you something to stare at there", he smirked with his hands still rubbing her shoulders, leaving a burning feeling where he touched her even through the thick material of her shirt.

Briefly, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her bare skin if they were as rough as she made them out to be, calloused from playing the guitar.

"No, thank you. I'm going home to watch something interesting and not some dude with an overinflated ego", Kate spat angrily, she just wanted him gone and to get herself home.

Fuck, he looked almost tame now, she noticed. The glasses he wore framed his face nicely, accentuating his eyes and some of his curls fell softly into his face. Her hand itched to tuck them away. The perfume she smelled before was more fragrant now, captivating her. Maybe she’d masturbate and relieve some stress, she shouldn't be reacting to him like that, she mused. Matty lifted his hands from her shoulders, she instantly missed the warmth he was providing and cursed herself for it.

“Well then, your loss”, he said while he took a step back. The grin returned to his face only seconds after he finished when he pointed behind her. “Looks like your boss may have to say something to you, love. I'll leave you to it”, with that, he turned around and left her standing there.

“Kate! Can I talk to you for a second?”, the man had reached her by now and gestured at her to come to him.

She made her way over to her boss, still confused and somewhat riled up by her last interaction with Matty.

When they were standing next to each other he said: “Listen, I know it’s the end of your shift but I need to keep you for a few more hours. I’m sorry! Henry’s ill, too much sun or something”.

Henry was one of the backstage guys, mostly responsible for the artists. Kate never had too much to do with him, she was mostly behind the scenes dragging boxes around and cleaning up. Goddamit, she had really looked forward to spending the evening on her couch at home, away from work. But it was always a lost battle with her boss, he’d convince her in the end and offer her the next day off. They had had this particular conversation often since she worked there.

“It's alright, but Henry and Is’ job descriptions are quite different…”, Kate eyed him suspiciously, “What would I have to do?”

He looked relieved when she agreed to help without making a fuss this time, no concern evident on his face that it was a difficult job or that she couldn't do it.

“Oh, nothing much. You just have to hand the tall one over there his guitars. Everything is numbered so it should be fine”, he pointed at whom she assumed was Ross. A tall man with long hair.

“He is the bass player”, Kate noted, her amusement evident in her tone.

“See, you already know more than I do. Perfect. Then it is settled, and take tomorrow off, Kate”.

And with that, he gave her a thumbs up and left her standing in the hallway. Now she had to watch them. Okay, what a great way to feed into Matty’s enormous ego. But it was no use, she had agreed to it, so she would do it. Kate was glad that it was not Matty whom she had to hand the instruments to. She just hoped the evening would be over swiftly. A quick glance at her watch told her that it was almost 5 PM. They were set to play at 8 PM, so she figured she’d be out at around 11 PM. If she didn’t have to stay around for anything else. Her boss owed her for that, Henry also, she thought.

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She took her place behind the stage by the basses a few minutes before The 1975 were set to start their set and promptly met Matty’s eyes, who was already standing and waiting there just as the rest of the band.

“Fancy seeing you here... Come to watch us play after all?”, the cocky smirk back on his lips.

Kate sighed, he was already starting to annoy her and part of her was angry that she had just agreed to help out: “No, I'm here to hand Ross his instruments. Also, what are you supposed to be? A professor? A teacher?”

His stage outfit today gave her professor vibes. The damned glasses that framed his face so nicely, paired with a white shirt that was almost see-through if one stared enough, which she didn’t do of course. And over that, he donned a white lab coat, with a name tag.

“Maybe”, he grinned, “I bet I could teach you some things, love.”

“Maybe you could teach yourself some modesty”, Kate retorted.

She would be lying if she wasn't having fun bantering with him but he still annoyed her to no end. They were interrupted when Matty and the rest of the band had to go on stage, but not without telling her to enjoy the show, love.

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Kate did enjoy the show unsurprisingly, the music was good and the crowd was phenomenal. Her job of handing the instruments to Ross was easily done, so she could concentrate on the band and the music they played. Sometimes it felt like Matty’s eyes were on her, burning into her skin but she chose to ignore that.

At some point, she seemed to have spaced out because she was rudely awoken when she felt a big hand close around hers and was being dragged onto the stage by Matty. Kate stood frozen amidst the band next to him, she noticed the crowd and the screaming that was just too loud. The stage lights that seemed too bright. She wanted to get off that damn stage but she couldn’t move. And she wanted to know why he had the audacity to just drag her onto the stage.

...everything's gone wrong

His voice carried over into her trancelike state and the snap back into reality was brutal when she felt Matty’s hand on her cheek and his hot breath on her face. Then his other hand was on the back of her head, tangled in her ponytail, forcing her to look up into his face by pulling it softly, keeping the tension to hold her head up.

Kate couldn’t do anything else except stare into his brown eyes and her hands automatically found their way into his hair and on his back and the screaming of the crowd faded once again into the background. After a few seconds, his lip curved into a smirk and he pulled her hard against his body, his hold of her tightening.

Then Matty covered her mouth with his own, his lips moving against her sensually, before slipping his tongue into Kate’s mouth. Instinctively, she returned the kiss. He tasted of tobacco and something that was inherently him. She forgot everything around her, the crowd, the light, that she was supposed to be working. Only Matty dominated her senses. His smell and his taste overpowered her.

He broke the kiss and released her, his hand sliding across her lower back as he moved his head away from hers.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you at the aftershow party, love”, he mumbled quietly, his breath hot against her ear.

At that moment Kate felt like ice water was poured over her head and she remembered that she was supposed to be angry, furious even at the fact that he just dragged her onto the stage to kiss her in front of everyone and dared to tell her to come to the fucking aftershow party. The band continued playing the song while Matty was still holding her as she was still regaining her composure.

The crowd was absolutely wild at that point. But she was having none of that, Kate roughly stepped away from him and marched back behind the stage, ignoring his eyes that followed her, burning into the back of her skull.

Matty Healy be damned, she thought, she would not be going to this party. She would finish up and head home. It didn't matter that he had nearly kissed her senseless on the stage. It didn't matter that he was so unbelievably attractive that it hurt at that moment. What did matter was that he was an arrogant arse and she would not give him the satisfaction of giving into him.

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Of course, Kate was stuck doing inventory after the show when she just wanted to get home and call it a day. She wanted to get away from work and away from Matty Healy.

Kate was leaning over a black container with a pen in hand, scribbling away on the sheet of paper before her. The buzz of excitement that inhabited the venue during the concert had long died down and only a handful of people were still there. Most of them were technicians or crew members who were busy packing everything.

She would have noticed him, hadn’t she been so focused. But she didn’t and so she only became painfully aware of him when he cornered her.

Matty trapped her between his hot body and the black box, he supported his weight on his arms that were placed on either side of her, right next to her hands. His chest was not touching her back but she could feel the warmth he radiated.

Matty slowly lowered his head, his curls brushing against her neck as he brought his lips down to whisper into her ear: “I have missed you at the party, love”.

For a moment, Kate was completely speechless, her body and brain refusing to function. The close proximity of the man who made her blood boil was too much. She was aware of everything, his hot breath that tickled her ear, his soft curls that danced over her neck and side of her face, the hard and warm chest that was almost flush with her back, his large hands that almost touched hers and his smell that seemed to completely surround her, like a cocoon.

Taking a deep breath she turned around to face him, careful to not touch him further she sat up so she was face to face with him.

Looking at him wilfully she crossed her arms over her chest: “What do you want, Matty?”

His soft brown eyes darkened at the mention of his name and his gaze fell onto her lips. He didn’t answer her question but rather looked at her and tucked one piece of stray hair behind her ear with his right hand, something that Kate had been itching to do with his hair the whole night.

“Oh, fuck off, Healy”, Kate said loudly pushing him forcefully at the chest. She was so fed up with his behavior and who was he to just corner her like that?

What she did not expect was his reaction.

He grabbed her hard by her hip with one hand, digging his fingers into her flesh, enough to leave bruises, and forced her to sit down on the box again. Matty moved even closer to her, forcing her thighs open so he could stand between them. His other hand snaked around her body and once again he tangled his finger in her ponytail, tugging it slightly to lift her head to look at him. He was breathing heavily as he looked down on her, licking his lips. As Kate’s gaze flickered to his wet lips he smirked at her.

“The only thing I’ll be fucking is you, love”.

With that, he captured her lips, silencing every word she was trying to say. Matty’s hand was still in her hair, angling her head so he had full access to her mouth. Kate gasped when he tugged her ponytail roughly this time, enabling him to slip his tongue between her lips. Any logical thinking that had been going on in her brain was completely void of existence, her mind hazy. She grabbed his shirt in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, which made him produce a deep growling sound that reverberated through her body and caused her to return the kiss with the same fervor he was kissing her.

Every bit of resistance had completely dissolved at that point. Kate didn't care anymore that he was arrogant and that he annoyed her to no end. She only cared about his lips on hers and how hot his hands on her body felt. Upon her reaction, Matty’s upper lip curled up in a smirk and his other hand wandered to her back, to pull her even closer into his embrace until her chest was flush with his.

Matty pushed his already hard cock against her clothed pussy. She whimpered and arched into his body when he deepened the kiss again, his tongue pressing against hers.

He broke the kiss, pulling her head back by her ponytail once more to allow his lips to trail kisses along her jaw. Nipping hard enough to make her hiss softly. He stopped upon reaching her ear, his heavy breath hot against her ear shell.

“Turn around, love, or I'll make you…” His voice was low and husky, laced by want and need and his pupils were blown wide, the soft brown almost completely swallowed by it.

The growled words sank slowly into Kate’s consciousness and it took her time to fully comprehend their meaning. As the seconds passed he pulled away a bit. Only enough to grab her by the hips and turn her around roughly. In one fluid motion, he took her arms and placed them palm down on the black box. Kate’s hands were covered with his own, holding her down and his chest was touching her back; she was completely cased in.

He lowered his head to leave kisses on her neck and let go of her hands to place one of his around her throat. When he applied a bit of pressure to angle her body more upwards she immediately complied, allowing him to manipulate her body to his liking.

As soon as she stood more upright he placed his thumb in the curve of her jaw to turn her head sideways while still applying light pressure to her throat. Matty felt her quick pulse under his fingers.

His other hand was sprawled on her stomach, making sure she was pressed against him. Kate felt the hardness of his cock on the arch of her back and pushed back at it. She closed her eyes for a brief moment to absorb the feeling. Her pussy was already wet and the fabric of her panties was clinging uncomfortably to it. Normally it took more to reduce her to that state but for some reason he just made her discard her principles.

Matty was back to kissing her in earnest. It was messy and his lips were dominating hers while the hand on her throat kept her firmly in place. Meanwhile, his other hand roamed under her shirt, finding her breasts, and giving them a firm squeeze.

“You have bloody perfect tits, love”, he said in-between kisses.

Kate groaned at his words, she felt unbelievably hot and wished that he would just take her top off. She tried to move her head toward his, in an attempt to make him continue kissing her. Matty chuckled when he noticed how needy she had become and connected their lips again. His hand left her breast for a short moment, tugging at the top of the bra cups and pulling them down until her tits were free.

Kate’s senses were overwhelmed, she felt like Matty was everywhere and everything. His smell, his taste, and his touch were occupying everything.

She let out a breathy moan when he pinched her left nipple between his pointer finger and thumb and rolled it. Kate tried to make more contact with him, so she moved her ass even closer to him, his hardness lodged firmly against her. Fuck she just wanted to feel him.

Matty left her breast alone and moved his hand downwards, touching as much skin as possible. His fingers carved a burning path wherever he touched her, a scorching sensation that was almost too much. She almost let out a sigh of relief when he finally slipped his hand under the waistband of her pants. He cupped her pussy through her underwear not yet giving her the satisfaction of touching her bare cunt. Kate knew she was already drenched, her panties had to be absolutely soaked from the teasing that went on the whole day.

When he didn’t move his hand or gave any sign of doing anything soon she snapped: “Fuck, Matty, please ”.

She sounded almost whiny and had she not been this turned on her behaviour would have embarrassed her. But she really wanted him to do something now. Matty’s first reaction was to chuckle quietly and tighten the hold on her throat. His second reaction however made the begging worth it, since he let his middle finger run over her clothed cunt with minimal pressure.

“You’re soaked, love”.

He repeated the motion with more pressure, and when he scraped her clit slightly she arched into his hand. Pleased with Kate’s response, he slipped his hand under her panties and stroked her again but without any barrier between his fingers and her pussy. His touch was leaving her burning his desire and she moaned when he did it again, clenching down on nothing.

“Please…”

She bucked her hips, wanting him to fuck her with his fingers. Kate felt the callouses from playing the guitar clearly every time his finger pads stroked over her clit so slightly. When he pressed the flats of three fingers against her clit she let out a surprised mewl.

“I like it when you beg”, with that he dipped a finger into her, making her gasp.

But her relief was short-lived when he slid it back up and circled her clit. Kate ground her ass against him with a soft moan, feeling his hard cock twitch. She couldn’t believe that Matty Healy reduced her to that state and that she was begging and withering for him. That insanely attractive, cocky man that knew what he was doing.

All coherent sentences were wiped from her mind when he pushed one finger up to his knuckle into her and then added another. Kate’s head fell back against his shoulder as he curled them inside her and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Matty was clearly set out to make her cum and it didn’t take much anymore, she was too riled up. Soon he had her moaning quietly and twisting her hips into his hand, all her nerve endings felt awakened and were flooding her with warmth.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you cum, love”, faintly she registered his words as she came down from her high.

And vaguely she heard the wet and sloppy sounds of her cunt as he continued to pump into her.

“I’m looking forward to hearing that again”, he removed his fingers from her pussy and she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her lips. “Don’t worry, love, I will fill you up again”, the words were hot against her ear as he ground his clothed erection against her ass to underline his words.

Kate would have been disappointed in the lack of contact as he stepped back a bit, had she not heard his belt buckle snap, as he undid it as well as the sound of him dragging down the zipper of his fly. Seconds later she heard the rustling of his pants and underwear being pushed down. His hands found her hips again, opening her pants and yanking them down with her underwear so her ass and cunt were exposed. Matty made a sound of appreciation deep in his throat as he took in the sight of her being bent over the black container.

He kneaded her ass experimentally, using his big hands to feel the soft skin of her. When he slapped her lightly, wanting to test the waters first, she let out a slight gasp of surprise but didn’t give any indication that she found it unpleasant. So he spanked her again, much harder this time, making Kate cry out at the initial shock and delicious pain.

He instantly stopped his ministrations and grabbed her by her hair, yanking Kate’s head back.

“Quiet”, Matty hissed, as her scalp tingled lightly from his rough treatment, “Don’t want anyone to hear us, right?”

Shit, she almost forgot where they were: Backstage at the venue she worked. Surrounded by boxes and people she was working with mingling somewhere around there. But the stream of thoughts was abruptly put to a halt when she felt the thick head of his erection at her cunt, causing her to moan involuntarily again.

“Love, since you can’t stay quiet we have to find another way to shut you up”.

Kate didn’t register that he took off his tie until he was stuffing it in her mouth.

“See, that’s better”, he lined himself up again.

One forearm pressed on her lower back to steady her and the other hand wrapped around his cock, he pushed in, filling her with one long stroke. Kate could feel her cunt fluttering and clenching around his cock, getting used to his size. She felt herself already being close to another orgasm again just by having his cock buried deep inside her.

Slowly, he pulled his dick almost all the way out, only the tip remained inside her as Kate clenched down on next to nothing. Whimpering she pushed her ass back desperately trying to get more friction. She heard Matty chuckle as he moved his hand to her hip. His grip was hard and unrelenting, she was surely going to have bruises from his hold. His other hand found its way back around her throat, angling her upwards once again, while he thrust shallowly, always careful to push less than half of his cock inside her cunt. Matty found a tender spot by her earlobe and swirled his tongue over it before sinking his teeth in ever so slightly, effectively marking her.

“Do you like this, love?” His hot breath grazed her ear, “Do you like being marked up, so everybody knows what I have done to you?”

He returned his mouth to her throat, painting the soft skin with reddish-purple bruises. With one final lick, he removed his mouth from her and let go of her throat, and rather moved his hand over her back to grab her hip. Kate fell forward onto her hands due to the lack of him holding her up.

Matty pushed back into her, testing out how deep and fast he could go. Kate moaned around the tie, only a muffled sound audible when Matty gave her one particularly rough thrust. He was relatively quiet, only his labored breaths were perceptible as well as the wet squelching noise of her pussy whenever he pushed his cock in.

When he removed his hand to stroke over her back softly and finally found her breast, he pinched her nipple between his fingers, making her clench around him. The feeling of being filled by his dick and his attention to her breasts had riled her up. Chills kept racing down her spine as she felt herself being close to cumming again.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum?”

Matty gave her one rough stroke and flicked her nipple again.

His acknowledgment of her current state somehow brought her even closer and when he moved his hand from her tit down to her pussy and pushed his calloused, long fingers against her clit she came without a warning.

“Dirty girl”, his voice was rough and husky, “Don’t think we are done yet.”

Matty continued to thrust his cock into her cunt throughout her orgasm. “Gonna make you cum again, love”

How was she supposed to orgasm again? Her pussy throbbed around him and her legs felt like they would not be able to carry her anytime soon but he was so determined. Kate whined around the tie, she was overstimulated from her previous orgasms. As something wet hit her asshole she froze shorty but moaned as Matty rubbed his spit around the tight ring of muscle and pushed his thumb inside her.

“You slut, I knew you’d like that.”

He continued to fuck her cunt with his cock and her ass with his thumb. And against her will the constant stimulation took Kate to the brink of an orgasm again. An incoherent stream of words consisting of please and oh god and Matty left her mouth as he removed his hand from her ass and began toying with her clit. As Matty rubbed her clit roughly she fell apart around him with a muffled scream.

“Imma fill you up, love. You’re gonna drip off me”.

The words registered slowly and dully in her brain, her every thought clouded by the high she was still on. Matty came with a grunt and Kate felt his cock throbbing inside of her pussy, filling her with his cum. He gave her a few more shallow thrusts, making sure to fuck it deeper inside her sensitive cunt.

When he withdrew she felt his eyes on her fluttering pussy: “It almost looks like you want more, love. You’re cunt’s trying to keep me in”.

With that he used two fingers to pump into her opened pussy again a few times. She whimpered when he pulled them out, her mind completely dazed from the orgasms and his presence.

Suddenly, Matty withdrew completely, making her whine at the loss of contact but the void of him was short-lived when he picked her up from the box and manipulated her to be on her knees in front of him.

For the first time since this started, Kate was able to look at him and take in his form: He was still wearing his lab coat and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. His trousers were pushed to rest at the mid of his thigh and his boxers were sitting a few inches over that. The combination of shirt and shorts framed his cock in an obscene way. It was shining as if glazed with both their releases and still half-hard. His dick was slightly curved upwards, with a thick head and a thick shaft that ended in dark hair. His dark curls, threaded through with salt and pepper, were an unruly mess on his head. A few locks were stuck to his glistening forehead. The warm brown eyes of Matty were almost black, swallowed by his blown wide pupils. She vaguely remembered that he wore glasses before but he seemed to have discarded them at some point. His mouth was hanging slightly open and when their eyes met he wet his lips before speaking.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this, love.”

Kate could only imagine what she had to look like from his perspective but she was pretty sure that she would not use gorgeous to describe her state. Her hair had to be a complete mess, the slicked-back ponytail had long been disheveled by Matty throughout their fucking by grabbing her hair again and again. She still had the tie in her mouth and it was probably soaked by her spit. She felt the tickling of his cum flowing out her cunt as well as the stickiness of her thighs.

Her inner thoughts were interrupted by Matty who had bowed down a bit. He was still towering above her but he could reach her head move easily now. With almost a soft gesture he followed the line of her chin with his hand and tilted her head upwards a bit to remove the wet tie from her mouth. It was a stark contrast to the way he had fucked her just moments before.

“Go on, make me hard again”, his voice was dark, the lust almost palpable, “ we’re not done yet, love.”

Matty stroked over her messed-up hair lightly before he moved forward, a hand on his dick. He traced the outline of her lips with it before he nudged the head of his cock against her mouth in a signal for her to open up her mouth and suck him. Kate complied and opened her mouth, letting him guide his cock inside her. A groan escaped his lips as he felt the wet heat of her mouth engulf him and it made him wrap his hand further in her hair. His cock was heavy on her tongue, it tasted salty of his cum and her pussy. Matty tightened his hold on her hair and jammed his cock further down her throat, making her choke at the intrusion. She looked up at him, eyes shining wet. He shoved it deeper, not allowing her a chance to breathe as she gurgled and gasped on it, hearing him groan appreciatively above her.

The sound of something falling over in the distance with a loud thud broke them out of their focus like trance.

Matty’s head snapped up, as if he was searching, what the source of the noise was and he pulled her off his cock. Thick strings of spit were connecting her lips to the head of him as she came off coughing quietly.

With a nod of his head into a nearby enclave between boxes Matty tugged lightly on her hair, making Kate stand up as he led them over. Matty’s hand found its way into her hair again as he dipped his face downwards and kissed her, backing her into the wall. His other hand trailed to the hem of her shirt, causing her to whimper into his mouth. He tugged the shirt upwards and broke the kiss.

“Up, love”, he demanded, motioning to her arms.

As he saw her without the shirt he made an appreciative noise and peppered light kisses against her neck and collarbones. With a thud, her head fell against the wall and a quiet groan escaped her.

Fuck, he was good at that.

As she felt cold air hit her breasts she noticed that he had taken off her bra. Matty left a trail of kisses on her exposed chest, sucking and nipping on her tender skin. As he took a nipple in his mouth Kate let out a loud groan, making him stop.

Rather quickly he placed a hand over her mouth: “Gotta keep you quiet…Come on, finish what you’ve started, at least your mouth will be occupied then.”

Matty removed his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips, kissing her again. He bit down slightly on her lip, the sharpness of his teeth made Kate groan into his mouth. With an apologetic lick over the sore spot, he untagled himself from her, guiding her down to his dick again. Kate kept her gaze on Matty while descending, constantly meeting his eyes.

As soon as she kneeled, she opened her mouth, expecting him to start fucking her face. Instead, he let spit pool in his mouth, letting it drip from his lips onto her tongue. She swallowed it without hesitation, letting her mouth fall open again as soon as she was done, making his cock twitch. Matty let out a quiet groan and tangled his hand in her ponytail again. Her eyes were on his when he slid the head of his cock between her lips. He gave her a brief moment to adjust before he pushed it in further. Kate’s eyes went wide as he hit the back of her throat. She tried to pull back because he was too deep . However, the relief was short-lived when the back of her head met the wall, eliciting a low chuckle from Matty. He fucking planned his, she realized as he had the audacity to wink at her, while his lips formed a cheeky grin.

“That’s it, love, nice and deep”, Matty said as he pushed deeper, past the resistance of her throat until her nose was pressed against his belly.

She felt her heart thundering in her ears and her throat spasm around his dick as she could not do anything except sit there. He pulled back completely, only the tip of his hard cock sat on her tongue to give her time to breathe. Just one gasp of cool air later he began to fuck her face in earnest. His rough way of manhandling her was turning her on beyond belief and she accepted the intrusion of her throat without protest. Kate liked that he made her take it. More spit gathered on his cock and her lips on his every move. Matty gave her a few hard strokes, making her gag around him every time he reached the back of her throat and then withdrawing enough for her to breathe better around him. After a particularly hard thrust, she coughed around him and felt a thick drop of spit land on her chest and roll down her cleavage. Above her, Matty moaned quietly upon the sight of her. As his thrusts got more sloppy and his breathing ragged he pulled his cock from her mouth completely.

She took a few deep breaths and licked her sore lips. When she reached for his cock, he pulled her from her knees almost immediately, by guiding her up by his hand in her hair.

Licking his lips, he just took her in with a mesmerized look in his dark eyes. She knew that she looked like a mess - even more so than before: Her eyes were watery, her lips felt raw and she had drooled onto her breasts when he had fucked her face. If anyone saw her now they’d immediately know what she had been up to.

With a weak “Fuck, love…”, he dropped his head to kiss her, cradling her cheek, “You did so well ”.

She mewled at his praise and she moaned quietly into the kiss.

“You got off on sucking my dick, didn’t you?”, Matty asked her darkly while tucking her head back by her hair and forcing her to look at him.

He didn’t give her a chance to answer him but rather kissed her roughly again, making her teeth meet with a quiet clink as he took her mouth. She returned it with the same fevority. Matty broke the kiss, as he bowed down a bit to grab the back of her right knee with his left hand and propped it up, so her pussy lay bare and open before him. The change in position caused Kate to lay even more back into the wall in an attempt to properly center her weight. With his right hand, Matty grabbed his cock and let it slide over her wet cunt, nudging her clit slightly every time. The combination of the whole ordeal had left Kate already on edge and a string of incoherent words fell from her lips, consisting of mostly “Please, Matty”. Her voice was hoarse, quiet, and pleading. She just wanted him to do something.

When he parted the lips of her pussy with the tip of his cock very slowly, she whimpered. Her head fell back against the wall and she tried to push her hips out to make him move faster. But he didn’t let himself be rushed by that, instead, he pulled out again, leaving only the tip in.

“Shush, love. Patience. You’re gonna feel me tomorrow, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure of that”.

With that he thrusts into her cunt with one long, hard stroke, bottoming out. Kate let out a surprised yelp and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself and burrowed her head in his shoulder to avoid making even more noise.

As Matty continued to drive his dick hard into her, his hot breath grazed her ear. She could hear his labored breathing and the occasional grunt he let out. When he let his tongue flip over her earlobe, her moan was muffled by his shoulder. Her body had pretty much given out on her. Kate’s thoughts were blissfully empty and quiet.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, love?” Every word was punctuated by another sharp, hard thrust. His roughly spoken words made her pussy clench around his cock. “Fuck, you earned it.”

His lips found the sensitive spot under her ear again as he softly bit into it, making her hiss quietly. Matty kissed the spot again, letting his tongue flicker out and lick over it. He continued his path of nibbling and kissing over her throat and neck.

God, she was sure he left hickes all over but she did not care. She couldn’t care while he was balls deep into her cunt and fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

The wet sound of her pussy that he drew out every time he bottomed out inside her was obscenely loud and carried through the empty venue. Just the mere thought of being caught in this situation turned her on more than it should.

“I’m close, love”, his breathless voice grazed her ear, “I want you to cum with me.”

Kate whimpered upon his words and clenched around his cock. She felt and heard his quiet chuckle as he moved his free hand down to her cunt, placing his thumb on her clit. Matty started rubbing small circles over her clit, making her mewl softly. Kate let her head fall back onto the wall, moving it off the dip of his shoulder. His lips found hers again and he pinched her clit slightly, swallowing her surprised moan. The sensation of his calloused hand on her clit and his dick filling her up again and again and his lips on hers was all she knew at that moment and it started to overwhelm her. Matty broke the kiss and looked at her. His brown eyes were hazy as he stared at her, primal need burning hotly in them.

His curls were unruly and stuck to his forehead as he uttered: “Cum, love, with me”.

Her eyes went wide as she broke apart around him. In a moment of clarity, she buried her head in his should again, biting down hard to avoid the scream that she would have let out. Every nerve ending felt on fire and the power of her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy cleching around his dick, as her complete body spasmed.

Matty was still thrusting into her, as he came with a loud groan. Grinding his hips into her, to fuck his release deep inside her. His fingers were digging into the flesh of her leg, hard enough to leave a bruise. And his other hand was rubbing circles on her oversensitive clit, making her buck into him involuntarily. She let out a whimper, every touch on or in her cunt felt too much now. Matty trusted one final time deeply into her, pushing his cum further inside before he withdrew.

He was still holding her up, stabilizing her as he went in for another kiss, absolutely ravishing her mouth. Her hands were placed onto his shoulders, desperate for comfort and stability as she kissed him back with the same fervor. Matty broke the kiss, looking at her, before he gave her a peck on the lips and let go of her leg.

Kate slipped down the wall, her legs giving up on her. When her ass hit the floor, she looked up to him with tired eyes. She became aware of how sore and puffy her lips were when she let her tongue slip out to wet them.

Matty broke the eye contact to take his phone out: “Gotta run, love”.

The words didn’t register in her brain, as she watched him pull up his boxers and pants and tuck his flaccid cock inside. She watched him look around searching for some discarded piece of clothing, before he turned back to her.

He smoothed back the hair from her face as he bowed down to her. When their eyes met again, he tilted her head up a bit and kissed her. Matty reached for the hem of her pants before he noticed his cum leaking out of her swollen cunt. With a wink he used to fingers to push into her again, gathering what had already leaked. Kate whimpered quietly and tried to move away from his hand. After a few pumps, he was satisfied and pulled up her pants a bit.

Matty shrugged off his lab coat and placed it over her like a blanket in an attempt to cover her. He leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead, lingering for a short beat, before withdrawing completely and standing up.

As he turned away from her and left the safety of their small hiding spot she could only watch him walk away through the dimly lit walkway of the venue, Kate decided to close her eyes for just a short minute.

Lulled into a sense of security by the alcove and still surrounded by his scent and metaphorical embrace by his coat, his last words still lingered in the air: “Till next time, love”.

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Three Minutes (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe, because I was missing them. I really want to write some more, smaller one-shots for this series about some of the milestones in their relationship, but until now, have this!

Word Count:2,098

Warnings:Unplanned Pregnancy, mentions of illness/being sick, little bit of smut, unprotected sex, Eddie being a two-pump chump (but we love him anyway), fluff. I think that's it for warnings, but if you want something tagged, don't hesistate to shoot me a message.

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Waking up feeling the same as you had going to sleep the night before was not how you wanted your day to go. The previous night you had gone to bed earlier than usual, your body tired from being on your feet all day, and a headache from the radio playing the same songs on repeat in the salon. Not to mention you had been feeling really sick all evening, that even eating dinner had been a struggle that night, to the point where Eddie had very graciously held your hair back whilst you emptied the contents of your stomach down the toilet.

After very kindly bringing you some painkillers and a glass of water to wash them down, Eddie held you close in his arms all night, laying soft kisses against your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

Waking up to your boyfriend already half-dressed in his work's dark, grease-stained coveralls, a white tank top underneath, whilst the suit was unbuttoned and the arms of the sleeves were tied around his waist. The scent of coffee drifted in as he made his way over to where you were still very much cocooned under the duvet.

“Figured you might want this.” He says holding out the steaming hot mug, as you begin to unravel yourself from your bed sheets to sit up and take it off his hands.

“Thanks Teddy,” you smile weary as you take a sip before setting the mug on the bedside table, “Suppose I better start getting dressed or I’m going to be late for work.” you huff as you start to fling the sheets off your body.

“Ah ah ah, oh no you don’t.” Eddie shushes, as he gently eased you back into bed. “I called the salon, I told Madison you weren’t feeling too hot, and now boom! You’ve got yourself the day off!”

“Eddie!!” you cry but he’s quick to silence your worries with a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, she told me that Naomi could cover your appointments, and you’re clearly not well enough to be on your feet all day.”

“I’ll have to give Naomi a bunch of flowers when I see her, I was supposed to be doing Mrs. Truman’s hair today, and you know how much of a nightmare client she can be.”

“..But you don’t need to worry about that for now,” Eddie assures you, picking up the mug from the bedside table and handing it to you once more. “I just need you to focus on feeling better.”

You roll your eyes at him, as you take a sip from your coffee.

“Yes, Doctor Munson.” you begrudgingly agree.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’ve got to head down to the garage for a few hours, but I’ll try to get home early today. Don’t do anything crazy today okay? I love you.” and with a final kiss pressed to your lips, he was out the door.

You allowed yourself the time to finish your coffee in bed before deciding to get up. Throwing on one of Eddie’s old Black Sabbath shirts, because wearing it was like being hugged by Eddie, the all too warm and familiar smokey scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric .

Deciding that one solitary cup of coffee was not a substantial enough meal for yourself, you head off into your small apartment's kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. A few slices of bread are popped into the toaster and sure enough as they pop they are then promptly spread with a quickly melting layer of butter.

However, no sooner than the two pieces of hot toast are eaten is it before you are rushing to the bathroom once more, bending over the porcelain of the toilet, only for your breakfast to make an appearance for the second time this morning. The bitter taste of bile burning in your throat as you stand up, flushing away the evidence with a groan.

You reach for your toothbrush in the cup on the counter next to the sink, smiling to yourself for a moment at how domestic you and Eddie had become in the short few months of you two moving in with each other. You vigorously brush your teeth, in a desperate attempt to rid your taste buds of the vile taste stinging the back of your throat, before rinsing your mouth with a swill of mouthwash.

It’s only when you look up, that your eyes land on the small hamper of pads that you keep in the bathroom, that you suddenly realise that you don’t actually remember getting your period last month, and suddenly everything feels way too overwhelming. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant, right?

As your reflection stares back at you in the mirror your thoughts rush back to the annual Harrington Halloween party…

With enough alcohol in your system to make you gleefully giggly, and Eddie wearing the same rogue pirate costume that he wears to every single one of Steve’s Halloween parties, you let him tug you by the hand away from the hubbub of chatter coming from all the other party-goers.

“C’mon, they won’t even notice that we’re gone.” he purrs nosing into your neck with soft kisses. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night with this fucking costume too y’know?”

Truth be told, that was the plan with your choice of Halloween costume all along. A matching bright yellow plaid outfit, with a skirt that was just short enough to enticingly flounce around your thighs. White thigh-high stockings and white kitten heels complete your costume, a near perfect recreation of Alicia Silverstone’s costume.

He leads you upstairs, away from the party, away from where the music pounds from the stereo below.

He takes you down the hallway, checking to see if the coast was clear before ushering you into the Harrington’s master bathroom. Locking the door behind him he all but pounces on you. His lips colliding with yours in a sloppy clash of tongues eagerly sweeping into your mouth, tasting the sweet mix of alcohol and fruit punch. His strong arms easily pick you up and sit you on the ledge of the bathroom counter, your legs wrapping around his narrow hips desperately trying to draw him closer to you.

HIs wandering hands creep down your body, roaming underneath your skirt, whilst your fingers unbutton the few buttons holding your yellow cardigan together. You were just about to slip off the offending item of clothing when Eddie voices his protests.

“No, no, leave it on, you look so fuckin’ sexy” he growls against your lips.

Your own hands wander down between your bodies, and sure enough there’s the insistent bulge pressing eagerly against the fabric of his tight dark denim jeans.

Eddie shudders with anticipation as your nimble fingers drag down the zipper of his jeans, before digging into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers. His ruddy cock surges forward, the tip already glistening wet underneath the dim bathroom lighting.

“Don’t think I’m gonna last very long this time, Sweetheart.” He murmurs as he hooks your panties to the side and his fingers skate across your folds, slippery arousal coating his fingertips. “I promise I'll make it up to you later, I just gotta have you right now.”

And in one swift push of his hips, he fills you to the brim with every inch of him. Hips drawing back enough with a shallow thrust before angling back towards you again and again.

Your heels are digging into his back, as his thrusts get sloppier, eager to chase his high.

And when he feels your tight heat clenching down on his throbbing cock, he’s done for, muffling his moans in a deep kiss pressed to your lips as his hips stutter out his release, spilling rope after rope deep inside you.

The bright fluorescent lights glare down on you from above as you stand in the ‘health and beauty’ section of Melvald’s general store.

You were thankful that today it seems pretty quiet, and as far as you can see, you’re the only customer in the store.

It always sounded like an exciting thing to do with your partner, heading to the store, buying a pregnancy test, and waiting together to find out the results.

But here you were, by yourself, buying a can of orange soda and a pack of Oreos to make buying a pregnancy test seem less conspicuous.

With your items in hand you make your way over to the cash register.

Fuck. Joyce is working here today.

“Just these items please.” you say as calmly as you can as Joyce begins to scan all three of your purchases. She gives you a knowing smile when she scans the pregnancy test catching your nervous features.

“Don’t worry your secret's safe with me. I hope you get the results you want, either way.” she says reassuringly, putting your items in a small plastic bag

You hand over the money and take the bag from her with a nod and a small smile.

Three minutes.

That’s how long the instructions had said it would take before you had your results.

But three minutes suddenly felt like an eternity when you were waiting for potentially life-changing news. Three minutes was enough time to have your mind spinning with all the thoughts that came with taking a pregnancy test.

You hadn’t even really thought about what you would do if the result turned out to be positive. Did you want kids? Eventually yes, but it wasn’t something that you had planned as soon as now. Did Eddie want kids? You’d never talked about this with him, so whatever he thought about this was a mystery to you.

Just as your thoughts spiral there’s the sound of Eddie unlocking the door and letting himself into the apartment.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out cheerfully. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom.” you call out to him.

He knocks on the closed door of the bathroom with a cheery knock.

“You alright in there, Sweetheart? Can I come in?”

You tell him to come in and the door swings open, he sees you ducked down with your head in your hands, and soft sobs shudder your body.

Worry fills his chest immediately as he’s quick to rush over and wrap his arms around you.

“Sweetheart what’s going on? Are you okay? Talk to me, please.” he asks with a shaky voice as he tries to tilt your face to look towards him.

Opening up your hand you reveal the pregnancy test to him.

Something akin to shocked, and scared pulls at his features, his big brown eyes unblinking nervously.

“I-is this real?” Eddie manages to stutter out with a suddenly very dry mouth.

“I haven’t looked at it yet, I’m too scared too.”

“Do you wanna look at it together?” He offers, taking your shaking hands in his.

You nod and as you turn over the test in your hands there it is, clear as day, two little pink lines.

“Is that…are you..Are we having a baby?” Eddie asks softly, his voice full of emotions.

You didn't trust your voice not to crack so you give him a silent nod of your head, and as soon as you see how excited he looks you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. The tears start to flow freely from your eyes.

“We’re having a baby..” you breathe. “We’re having a baby!” you repeat, with giddy enthusiasm as the fact of the matter starts to sink in.

He’s quick to pick you up in his strong arms and whirl you around in a tight hug.

“Oh Sweetheart, this is the best news ever!” he babbles with a peck to your lips.

He settles you down on your feet, and his big brown eyes flicker down to your stomach as if asking for your permission.

“It’s okay, go ahead.” you smile.

He kneels down gently placing his work-hardened hand on your stomach.

“Hi baby! It’s your daddy here, I know your mommy and I have only just found out about your existence, but we’re both very excited to meet you.”

“You know the baby’s probably only the size of a grape right now.”

“I just want them to know how much I love them already.”

You rake your fingers through his dark curls as he rests his head gently against your stomach, smiling to yourself when you hear him let out a small contented sigh.

“Baby steps, Teddy. Baby steps.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel

@aphrogeneias @ali-r3n @seatnights

@munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz @xxbimbobunnyxx

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader fluff #eddie munson series

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years ago

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Appetiser 18+ (matty healy x reader smut)

SYNOPSIS: You and Matty are about to go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary. But he needs an appetiser.

WARNINGS: matty eats pussy. that's it. this is 18+ if i find out a minor reads this i will end your bloodline.

A year. An entire year together. You honestly didn’t know how you managed it, but between Matty’s tour dates, your schedule, and whatever else the world threw at you, you’d make it through.

You wanted to make it special, so you pulled out all the stops, a record he’s had his eye on for a while, a decadent breakfast on bed for the two of you, you even got him a bunch of flowers–which he accepted with a heartfelt smile and a ‘thanks’. But now was the piece de resistance, dinner at the newest, hottest restaurant that everyone’s talking about–you practically had to beg on your hands and knees for the reservation but you got it, and you couldn’t be more excited. Not only was it a chance to eat a meal that’s received rave reviews, it also gave you a chance to really dress up. For Matty, all he had to do was wear a suit–his common uniform these days–but you rarely got the opportunity to do your hair, a full face of makeup, and it gave you the perfect chance to wear a gorgeous dress you’d found in a second hand consignment store months ago.

You laid on your bed in a towel, scrolling through your phone. You’d given yourself more than enough time to get ready, so you allowed yourself the small luxury of a ten minute scroll through Tiktok. You’d even gotten your nails done earlier in the day just for the occasion, you really wanted it to be special.

You heard the lock of your front door turn, followed by it’s regular squeak on opening, keys jangling as they’re dropped on the table in the entryway, and shuffling of shoes that got closer and closer and closer.

“Hey,” Matty said as he poked his head into your bedroom. He’d just come from an interview, so he was in his normal ‘Truman Black’ garb; dress pants, a white button-up, a plain tie, and his signature Ray-Bans. He looked comfortable, natural. His sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows and he had his blazer slung over his shoulder–he always looked so effortlessly cool.

He threw his jacket on a chair you had by the door and threw his sunglasses onto his side’s nightstand, before lounging next to you on the bed, on his side so he could face you.

“How was it?” You ask, closing your phone and tossing it facedown on the mattress.

“Oh, you know, say old shit,” he answered.

Suddenly under his gaze you felt so bare, it even sparked a twinge of insecurity in you. As you spoke about your days, it only weighed on you more and more, and it manifested in neediness. Soon–almost subconsciously–your foot slowly began to drag up Matty’s pant leg, all the while you kept speaking as if nothing was happening. After a while, you saw his eyes darken–the penny dropped. In a flash his mouth was on yours and the towel that had been previously wrapped around you began to unravel.

Your skin felt like it was burning–even in the cold air–as he kissed down your neck, your tits, your stomach, and then to your thighs.

You could only manage a few mumbles words between heavy breaths as your skin began to tingle.

“What do you want?” He asked with a teasing chuckle. “I think I know what you want.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your pussy lips, then another, and another. You were writhing with frustration. His hands grabbed at your hips, wriggling to get into a more comfortable position. He laid in between your legs–separated so he could get the most view of you.

As he licked one steady stripe up you, a feeling of warmth flushed over you and your breathing got even more shallow than it already was. And when he began to suckle at your swollen clit, you practically fell apart. Within minutes of this, you were a complete moaning mess, and when his fingers got involved–two pumping in and out of you as he devoured the rest of you–you were very quickly reaching your peak. Beads of sweat pricked up on your skin and you could feel the blood rushing to your head.

“I-I’m almost-” You could hardly get out more than a stutter. “I’m close.”

At this admission, Matty kicked his actions into high gear and soon, you’d devolved into moans and pulling on the back of his hair as your release washed over you.

After a few moments, you came back to Earth and he stopped the light kisses he was placing on your pussy, and began to trail back up your chest, your neck, and gave your mouth a strong kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips.

“Get ready, we can’t be late,” he said, standing up and going to the bathroom, turning on the shower and leaving you a breathless and dumbfounded at the man you’d loved for an entire year

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy smut

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vpyre · 5 months ago

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New pinned post! Finally!!

Haven’t made one of these in a while, but I’m a good deal more active nowadays so I think it’s a good idea to introduce my blog and stuff. I typically just reblog things, but I do write the occasional fanfic and draw the extremely rare fanart.

I made a little get-to-know-me strawpage thing :3

My Linktree with my etsy, twitter, instagram, tumblr, and ao3 :D

Posts by me are tagged #vpyre’s verbosity, my writing is tagged #my writing, and my art is tagged #my art (most of it is old and kinda shit, but eh whatever). I try to tag different fandoms, so feel free to block tags you aren’t interested in :)

I made a Discord server for people who love Copia! It also has channels for anyone who likes the other papas and the ghouls :3

I have a new sideblog if any mutuals/followers wanna join me over there! It’s @vpyre-hornyposting and it’s where I’m gonna be posting my NSFW thoughts about whatever characters I’m into and receiving asks from anyone who wants to share in the horny.

My AO3 page is here. For ease of access, I’ll also individually link all my fics (both the ao3 and tumblr versions) and headcanons in a masterlist here:

Headcanons:

Black Butler HCs

Grelle Sutcliff/switch!fem!Reader smut hcs (June 2024) || Tumblr

Fanfiction:

Ghost Fics

A Quick Taste (August 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Can You Feel Me Longing for You (forever) (July 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (Oct. 2022) - Dewdrop Ghoul/transmasc!submissive!Reader smut oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Hannibal Fics

The Taste of Iron (May 2024) - Hannigram smut ficlet || Tumblr • AO3

The Truman Show Fics

all i want is to take care of you (July 2022)- gn!Reader/Truman Burbank smut oneshot || AO3

Five Nights at Freddy’s (and related franchises) Fics

Closer (Feb. 2022) - trans!gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut oneshot || AO3

When In Doubt, Ask Him Out! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael Afton/Charlie Emily oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

What Makes a Monster (Nov. 2021) - Felix Kranken & William Afton horror (kinda) oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

If Holding You Will Heal You, I Never Wanna Let You Go (Nov. 2021) - extremely angsty hurt/comfort (cut me some slack here, I was a teenager lmao) nonbinary!Reader/Michael Afton oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

Dress-Up Makes Everything Better! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael & Elizabeth Afton cutesy sibling fluff oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The One You Should Not Have Killed (Nov. 2021) - Cassidy & William Afton horror/angst oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

‘cause everything else is a substitute for your love (Nov. 2021) - gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut fic (two chapters) || Tumblr • AO3

The Wrong Smile (Oct. 2021) - very dark and angsty fic/thinkpiece hybrid thingamajig about the missing children || Tumblr • AO3

Black Butler Fics

No Matter How Tremulous the Flame, the Ice Will Always Melt (May 2021) - Grelle Sutcliff & William T. Spears hurt/comfort oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Stick Around (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff fluffy-ish oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The Geek Division (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff slightly angsty/fluffy lighthearted oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

From Above and Below, Face to Face and Behind (March 2021) - Reader/Grelle Sutcliff smut oneshot (my first finished fic ever!) || Tumblr • AO3

I think that about does it! I might add more to this if I think of something later, maybe some old WIPs if anyone is interested in that (I think it’s just some Reader/Astarion stuff I never finished).

Fic requests are currently closed, but you can absolutely still send them; I just probably won’t write unless I really really like it

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because-she-goes · 2 years ago

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the truman show

warnings: this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle! anyways 18+, swearing, choking, vulgar language, dom!matty, biting, spitting, praise kink, voyeurism, male solo masturbation, oral (female receiving). Enjoy!

Itwas late. The room was humid, sticky and littered with bodies. Not an inch of space to move. Bass thumped over the speakers and the taste of shitty tequila rested on the tip of her tongue. Why did they have to bring her here, she was perfectly okay at home with her cat - infact she had planned to cozy up with some wine, take out chinese food and binge Love Island for the hundredth time. A true night in - bliss. The only issue was that it was her 28th birthday and her friends insisted on bringing her to a club to “let loose” as they said over the text thread the previous evening. She debated whether or not she could feasibly sneak out without them knowing - saying she had food poisoning or suddenly had to take Frankie out for her nightly stroll. Deciding on just going for a smoke break and sticking around, she maneuvered her way through the swarm of drunk people. She was nowhere near as drunk as her friends, let alone the people she was bumping into. Not liking the feeling of being blacked out and out of control.

Cold air cooling her as she opened the large door, she grabbed a pack of Newports from her clutch and the lighter her Mom had gotten her one year with her initial engraved on it in beautiful calligraphy. It is then, she notices the feeling of being watched. Fear crawling up her spine, she takes a shaky breath deciding to look around for the other presence looming over her.

She spots a figure in the shadowy alleyway not to far from her. It strolls towards her - like a lion stalking a gazelle careful to not move too quick and spook it away. The figure moves menacingly.

“Now, what is a pretty thing like you doing all out here alone in the cold, hmm?” A man’s voice reaches her ears. Still not able to make out a face, she is cemented in her spot. Paralyzed - she doesn’t know if it is in fear or a twisted curiosity to see what he looks like.

Salt and pepper curls are the first thing she notices. Then a jet black cashmere sweater revealing the inner portion of his collarbones and neck, stretching over his shoulders and biceps and then coming to a halt at his wrists. Scanning down his waist, she sees grey pinstripe pants and beaten loafers. All in all, he is easily, without contest the most alluring man she has ever seen.

Like a moth to a flame, she walks to him, meeting him in the middle. Remembering he asked her a question, she coughs and says “Its my birthday, 28 to be precise. My friends dragged me here.” She nervously explains, butterflies filling her belly and bottom lip pulled a little between her teeth - a nervous tick she’s had since elementary school apparently.

“Lovely. You look absolutely ravishing by the way.” He smirks, eyeing her slowly, making a point to stop at her lips. She was wearing whatever her friends decided to pick for her, choosing to pick her battles and go along with this whole charade. Her friends had found a leather jacket wrap dress hidden in the depths, tag still attached to the collar. It had fit her like a glove when they forced her to try it. Hair in a ponytail at the base of her neck, gold delicate jewelry sprinkled across her arms, collarbone and neck. “You look good enough to eat.” He remarks under his breath, taking the hem of the dress and rubbing it between his fingers - admiring her choice of fabric. “Afraid to say though I forgot a light, would you be kind enough Darling?” He asks, eyes burning into her soul, unflinching. Her skin feels like it is on fire, flames dancing up her neck and licking at her cheeks. She gives him the cold lighter, his thumb brushes over the engraving and he gives her another look.

“Y/N, my mum had it made for me last christmas.” She explains quickly.

“Beautiful. I’m Matty by the way, but you can call me Truman, baby.” He states, cigarette cherry illuminating his gorgeous features, leaving her breathless. With a puff, he hands back the lighter and occupies the spot in-front of her. Her thighs clench over the thought of him moaning her name.

“Now, love. Hows about we go back to mine after we finish our smoke, I have some wine and I can order a pizza if you’re hungry?” He suggests, trying to hide how desperate he is to wrap his hand around her pretty neck and make her squirm. He coughs, composing himself. If he lets his mind wander like that, they won’t even make it to his door.

“Okay, sure. I would just have to let my friends know that I left, I’ll text them now.” Pulling up the text thread, she types “mission get laid is a go.” and clicks send, hoping to god he didn’t see that. He did, smirking at how innocent she is - notifying her friends and ensuring they knew she was safe…. or at-least as safe as she can be while also being with him.

The pair make their way to his house, silent on the cab ride. His hand makes its way to her thighs and creeps up, hiking the hem of her skirt up higher and higher. He then feels it - the lace of her underwear. He breathes out, reeling himself in again. He’ll let loose once he’s got her to himself, for now he’ll just tease. Expert fingers dance along the edge of the delicate fabric, slowly but confidently. She mutters an “oh fuck” under her breath, hips relaxing forward towards the hand.

He then makes his way to the center of the fabric, feeling a damp spot. Oh jesus christ, could she get any better. He leans over and whispers just quiet enough for the driver to not hear, but loud enough for her ears to be consumed by his voice. “Now tell me, baby, who got you soaking through your panties hmmm? Wanna be a good girl for me, yeah? Oh thats it baby, keep it together angel then you’re all mine.” He taunts. She whimpers. His fingers now teasing her clit in tight circles above the fabric, lace adding a sensation she’s never felt before.

“Yes, gonna be your best girl, Truman.” Remembering the name he gave her at the club, he moans in her ear. Both of their hearts beating in sync. Her chest heaves, breathing shakily as she tries to not get so worked up by his tone and filthy mouth. “Good girl, almost home baby” He praises, pulling his hand away from the lace. His eyes alight with lust. She shivers at the loss of contact, now on a razor’s edge.

The driver finally pulls up Matty’s driveway and as soon as the car drives away, he pulls her into him. Giving the back of her dress a firm pat, her legs wrap around his waist. He gets the key in and unlocks the house smoothly. He kisses her messily, teeth gnashing at points. “Fuck baby, you’re so reactive, so eager. Want me baby?” His voice piercing her ears. She gives a quick nod. “No angel, wanna hear you say it. How do you want me baby?” He prompts, needing the sound of her innocent mouth speaking pure filth to hit him.

“Truman, I n-need you please. Don’t torture me baby, just wanna make you feel good. Wanna be so good for you, Truman.” She pleads into his neck. Walking up the steps and into the large main bedroom, he drops her onto the bed roughly. She props herself onto her shoulders, making certain her chest pushes out to him. Needing him everywhere.

“Music? Drink?” He directs towards her, walking to the record player and pouring himself a glass of brown liquor.

“Drink would be nice, wine?” Holding out her hands for a glass. He goes and gets the bottle he keeps for times like these. Leaving her for a moment, her breathing now settles. She can’t believe what she is doing. Letting a man she met not even 3 hours ago, take her home and tease her in the car on the way here. She blushes.

Coming back, he pours her the red wine in her glass and flicks the record player on - “Sunshine of your love” by Cream. Perfect, he thinks.

Standing in front of her, he downs his glass and places the cup on his bedside table. She downs her win with a grimace, placing the glass next to his. Hands moving toward his belt, he swiftly undoes the latch and zipper combo on the pants. Her mouth watering. She is in a trance at this point, he devilishly smirks. Pulling his pants off and throwing them in a corner, he starts to palm himself. “Like what ya see, honey? Want me to make you happy? Gonna be a good girl for me baby? So sweet giving me your lighter earlier. So innocent and cute. Soaking your pretty panties for me. Adorable.” He mocks her, now taking his dick out of his boxers and smearing the precum across himself, moaning her name softly. She drools. He spits roughly into his hand, her mind feels like TV static. His head throws back as he moans, hand pumping slowly over himself. “God, yeah thats it baby. Just like that, so good.” He moans, knowing he is being cruel to his guest and frankly not caring.

“Please let me touch you, baby. Need you so bad. Bet I’d feel better than your ha-“ She tries to tease back at him, but before the words can even leave her mouth his other hand grabs her by the throat and he looms over her darkly. “What the fuck did you say to me? I get to decide when to use you, doll. For now, you sit still like a good little slut for me, yeah?.” Releasing her, he spits on himself again and jerks quicker. More roughly, swearing with each pull. Her thighs squeeze and a whimper threatens to leave her throat. “Thats the fucking shit baby, oh what a good girl you are being so still for me. Like a goddamn statue you are. So fucking perfect and obedient. So sweet for me.” He praises, watching her squirm a little. She sits on her hands, trying to create any sort of friction she can. She may as well be dripping for him. “Gonna devour you baby, you wont even remember your name. All you’ll be able to say is Truman. What a cute little slut you’ll be moaning for me hmm?” She shivers once more, less this time not wanting to upset him. She notices he’s getting sloppier and faster with his hands, her mouth drops open, allowing him to cum in it if he so chooses. “Good girl, giving me your sweet mouth. So considerate fuck. So sweet baby. Fuck baby, ready?” He double checks. Nodding, he unloads down her tongue, she swallows cleanly, not a drop going to waste. She shows him, leaning down he kisses her and whispers a “good fucking girl swallowing me, baby” in her ear. He nips at her ear lobe and jaw as he comes back up, she melts.

“Been so patient for me, honey. Bet youve soaked all the way to the sheets by now. Tsk tsk tsk, im sorry honey. Gonna take care of you, okay?” He undoes her dress in a single motion, body revealing itself to him. The first thing he spots is her lacy pink thong, the second being the lack of bra. “So sweet, baby. Oh you look so perfect for me. Gonna be good for me? And how naughty of you, not wearing a bra baby… want all those men in that club to see your tits, princess?” He asks before kneeling before her. “No, sir. Only you, Truman. Only wanted you to see. Wanna be so good for you.” She mumbles to him.

“Awwe how cute are you when you’re flustered.” He says pulling the lace to the side and her hips closer to the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands op her calves then on her thighs, wrapping in ward pulling her legs apart. She is shimmering in front of him, truly appetizing in every way. He licks his lips, twisting his tongue around the outside of her and taking sudden swipes in towards her center. She yelps. Teasing her even more, he places kisses to her inner thighs and in a line from her clit all the way to her center. Her head is thrown into a dizzying spiral once he finally swipes across her. “Feels so good, Truman oh my god. Feels like heaven, baby.” He moans into her with delight, getting off on the fact that she’s enjoying this just as much as him.

“Tastes like watermelon candy baby, my god. So good for me, so perfect and sweet. All mine baby, all fucking mine.” He groans wickedly, biting her thighs. She moans, the praise making her more and more turned on with each sentence. She feels like she could explode. Tongue gliding across her beautifully, his curls popping out from her thighs. “Gonna cum baby, need to cum so bad.” She warns him. He stops abruptly.

Taking a lap around the room, catching his breath. “You only cum when I say you can, got it!” His eyes like wildfires now staring at her heaving body. He demands, voice booming around the house. “Yes, sir. Yes, Truman.” She obeys. Following his every command like gospel. She thinks she would kill for him if he asked her. Be the Bonnie to his Clyde. Her eyes swimming with want, hunger and lust.

“Atta fucking girl!” He pounces back to her, giving her throat one more tight squeeze before resuming the oral like he never stopped. A lightning bolt goes through her at the sudden restart. Her legs shake, his hands grabbing them tighter, holding them still. One hand droops over the thigh to her clit and teases as he continues to eat her alive. Somehow, she feels the pleasure increase 100 fold. “Good girl, baby, knew you’d love that pretty clit getting some attention.” He says into her thigh. The other hand reaches to her chest and meanly twists her nipple, she screams. He smirks into her, finally getting the sound he has been awaiting all night. “So fucking responsive, so good baby. Close yet?” He checks.

She nods then realizes he can’t see her. “Yes, Truman! So fucking close for you, wanna come all over your tongue! God this feels so fucking good!!” She screams quickly, pleasure starting to burn at her insides. Threatening to come undone he feels her clench around his touch and clit twitch under his fingers. “Cum for me baby. Be Truman’s good fucking girl and come all over my tongue, angel. So fucking filthy and perfect for me baby. I fucking love hearing you.” He steadies her legs as she tries to clamp on his head. She wales. Her wetness covering his face with a magnificent sheen. “So fucking good, baby.”

He mutters one final time before standing up and walking to his bathroom. Grabbing wipes and filling his empty glass with some water, he cleans her up and has her drink. Wiping his own face with a wipe and cleaning his hands he comforts her noticing she had gone quiet and shy. “Good job baby, so perfect for me. I had such a nice time. You sound so pretty for me. Want a bath or have a cuddle and go to bed hmm?” He asks, kneeling in-front of her again, eyes now soft and warm. No trace of the man who was grabbing her throat and yelling a few moments ago. She decides on a nice long bath to unwind, he orders some pizza for delivery while she bathes figuring she didn’t eat at the club. They spend the rest of the night, kissing and talking about their lives. Whispering sweet nothings to each other. Wrapped in sheets, comfortably. A complete opposite picture to the two people leaving the club earlier that night. Before she falls asleep in his wonderfully soft bed, she hears him whisper a “Happy Birthday, Baby.” and he kisses her forehead.

#Spotify #matty healy smut #matty healy #the 1975 #drew’s writing :)#matty healy x reader #can only describe this as:#a doozy #face was bright red writing it lol #babys first smut !#NOT matty and nora

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drinkurkombucha · 1 year ago

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Do you have an Insta/TikTok/Wattpad?

The short answer is: I have an Instagram that I don’t really use. There is (I think) a Wattpad set up under my Tumblr handle but it’s not me. Likewise, a Twitter account too (again: not me).

Long answer: I am a ghost on social media because I previously worked for some very high profile clients and because of BrAnD rEpUtAtIoN pRoTeCtIoN (and being contractually obliged to behave myself) I don’t have any socials under my IRL name because I was terrified I’d lose my job/credibility as the person who sorts out client PR messes if they found out I was a Gatty smut purveyor.

Drinkurkombucha is sort of like my Truman Black anon, only instead of creating controversies, I create smut.

#although I have met some fic writers IRL #but that’s cause I trust them and they’re sound #and we’re bonded together by our love of Gatty/fic in general 😂

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lavish-promo · 2 years ago

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Higher beings have spent their immortal days spent attempting to find entertainment when it comes to humankind. And after a while, why not adopt some of the more interesting ways of entertainment with twist?

Everyone is escaping from something in their life. A depravity they’d rather take to their grave then ever admit out loud. Maybe it’s a guilty pleasure? A sin against humanity? An embarrassment that has set them to be the black sheep of society? Whatever it may be, the higher beings have seen it and have selected you to have a do-over.

You’re approached by a handsome stranger to tempt you with the promise of a clean slate and leave your old life behind, only leaving a small trinket in your possession for you to use as your key to the new life. Once accepted, you’ll step through a pocket dimension into a whole other alternate universe that runs on kink, following the dynamic of power exchange between Master and slave within the mountains of Scarleway City.

The twist? Everything that happens within this dimension is broadcast to every other dimension within the universe like a reality tv show as the higher beings pull the strings of your new life to cause chaos.

SUMMERY

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forcryingoutlloud · 7 months ago

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Patient

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni!), cockwarming, choking, spanking, dom!matty

a/n: hey! so it’s been a while. this is shit i’ll be completely honest but i just wanted to put something out to try and get my enthusiasm for writing back? anyway it’s mediocre at best but i hope you enjoy! also hasn’t been proofread :|

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

she frowned at him and stood up, moving over to his desk and plopping down on the floor next to his chair, placing her head on his thigh.

she blinked up at him and scowled when he didn’t take his eyes off his computer, huffing lightly to try and get his attention.

she had been at this for almost an hour now. she had woken up from a nap wet and needy but he claimed he ‘had to finish this’ and that it was ‘extremely important’.

she almost felt embarrassed, begging for his attention like this but his bare chest and snug-in-all-the-right-places grey joggers called for desperate measures.

she nuzzled her face into his thigh, running her nose lightly against his bulge, before he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from him, glaring at her.

“what are you doing?” he tightened his grip on her hair when she didn’t answer and she pouted her lips.

“i’m sorry daddy, jus’ need you so bad”, he rolled his eyes and moved his grip to her cheeks, forcing two of his fingers in her mouth.

she moaned, happily sucking his fingers, thinking she had won and that he was going to give in and fuck her within an inch of her life, but she figured she was wrong when he took his fingers out her mouth and slapped her harshly on the cheek.

“stupid little girl. i told you when you came in here that i had shit to do, yet you didn’t listen and disobeyed me,” he shoved two fingers into her mouth and pressed on her teeth, forcing her mouth open.

he smirked at her doe eyes, blinking up at him with devotion, before he spat roughly in her mouth. she let out an utterly desperate moan and squeezed her thighs together, trying to get some relief but whines when he shoved his foot between her legs, ceasing her movements.

“such a needy little thing huh? you need daddy to fix it for you?” he pouted at her mockingly, and she nodded furiously.

“please daddy, ‘ve been so good and patient, need you please-,” she was cut off when he slapped her cheek again, harder this time, and she could feel her cheek get warmer from the impact.

“you’ve been patient hm? i don’t think so princess. my good girl would’ve waited until i was finished with my work, then i would’ve fucked her so good, left her dripping with my cum when she slept.” he sat back in his chair, leaving her to blink up at him with teary eyes.

“but my good girl isn’t here right now is she?” she frowned and shook her head, desperate to please him.

“no, no ‘m here, im a good girl, swear!” she whined. he scoffed and began to unbutton his trousers, pulling them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

he wouldn’t admit it but her desperate begging had affected him too, he was just better at hiding it than she was.

her head perked up when she saw his cock, her eyes lighting up at the thought of finally being filled and fucked. she shuffled on her knees, squeezing her thighs together.

he leaned back against his chair and patted his knee, causing her to scramble up onto his lap. she grabbed the base of his cock and brought it to her entrance, ready to sink down onto him when he grabbed her neck and squeezed, roughly.

"what do you think you're doing?" he spat the words out through gritted teeth and she attempted to swallow. "you seriously think you're going to get what you want, after you blatantly ignored what I said?"

she pouted at him and attempted to roll her hips against his, trying to get him to break and fuck her, but stopped when he brought his hand to her hip, surely leaving a bruise in its wake.

"you'd do well to listen to me sweetheart, you're on thin fuckin' ice already," he spat the words out through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, brining one of his hands down to lazily thumb at her clit.

her jaw went slack at the touch, arching her back causing her tits to be pushed against his chest through her (his) t-shirt, nipples rubbing against his bare chest, mumbling out a 'sorry daddy'.

he peered up at her over his glasses and sunk her down on his cock with no warning, the utterly desperate moan she let out bringing a sleazy smirk to his face. "oh thank you daddy, thank you."

he pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it carelessly on the floor somewhere, pinching her nipples roughly. she groaned and adjusted her knees ready to bounce on his cock before his deep voice stopped her in her tracks. "don't think so brat."

she frowned and looked at him, confusion clouding her face when he smiled menacingly up at her, rubbing small circles into the soft skin of her hip bone. "god you really don't get it do you?"

he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging on it so hard that her head fell back and she felt his hot breath on her ear. "stupid girl, still thinks that she's gonna get rewarded for breaking the rules."

he tutted at her and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his thumb over her clit. she jolted at the pressure and he chuckled darkly in her face.

"now you're gonna sit there looking all dumb and drooling on my cock until I finish this. if you so much as move an inch, ill fuck this tight little cunt until you're dripping with me and you won't get to cum for a week. gonna use you as my little fucktoy. understand?"

she whimpered and felt her eyes fill with tears at his demeaning tone, her lip wobbling as she nodded slowly. he raised an eyebrow and slapped her arse hard, surely leaving a handprint in his wake.

"I understand daddy."

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god-has-entered-my-body · 6 months ago

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lenaaaaaa god help me I’m so high rn I’m thinking about mpind matty pole dancing ans also giving girlie a lap dance fhis isnt good or my health I think

dont be shy pass the spliff

also mpind comeback after a bunch of wank everyone be happy x

Love me - Matty Healy

A/N: bit wanky, barely spell checked except for @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff 's weird sim reactions to whatever i write. Legend anon i hope this is filthy enough for you my love xx

wc: 4.5k

content warnings: smut, fluff, tw: my shitty comedy, handjobs, strip clubs, its george's birthday!!, begging, teasing, lap dance, matty in lingerie pt. 43, mentions of alcohol, lots of swearing, cumplay, grinding, it gets a bit sappy guys soz, sub!Matty

“A strip club? Are you never scared of being a cliché?” you scoff as the venue comes into view, strobing neon flashing in your face. The summer night is warm, a breeze kissing your skin as the gravel crackles under your feet, your quite high heels still not making you taller than George.

His birthday, the big one eight, was today, and his chosen place was of course, a local strip club.

“If that cliché is seeing half naked girls, no.” he sniggers, Matty’s bickering with Ross and Hann faintly heard behind you. You hook your arm into his as you approach the bouncer, the line surprisingly short.

“I forget you're an actual man sometimes.”

“How can you possibly forget?!” he lets go, flexing his muscles at you as some sort of display of masculinity, making you giggle behind your hand.

Matty takes this ample opportunity to swoop in from behind, pressing the side of his body up against yours. The four of you watch George proudly present his real I.D to the bouncer, a wide smile on his face as he takes it from him. The bloke gives him a weird once-over, waving him and the rest through without a hitch.

It's bright inside, but not in the way you would assume. Different colored lights strobe around, switching every 20 seconds or so, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through your veins. Matty hangs on your arm as you look around, George immediately booking it to a booth with a stage as the table, wanting the best front row seat to the show. You roll your eyes at his eagerness, but then again, who could blame him?

Everyone files into the booth, George ending up wedged in the corner of the seating, uncomfortable but glass he could stretch his legs out under the table.

“Round of pints on me, happy birthday G. '' Everyone cheers, excluding Hann, who glares at Matty from across the table.

“Oh so now you have money? What about last week?” Ross lets out a quiet snigger, liking this turn of events.

“Shut up you cunt, it's G’s birthday! Lighten up a bit, old man.”

“Matty when I get my fucking hands on you-” Ross to the rescue, he presses a hand to his mate’s chest, keeping him seated.

“Alright girls, break it up.” he gives up, mouthing a curt ‘fuck you’ at Matty, rolling his eyes.

The waitress returns from the bar, bringing a platter of glasses with her. She sets them down, smiling at you before walking away, the neon lights of the club making her eyes shimmer.

“Cheers, happy 18th mate.” Matty plants a wet kiss on George’s face, making him squirm away in disgust.

“Get off you grade A wanker, your girl’s right there.” You blow him a kiss as Matty turns to you, licking a fat stripe up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheekbone. Everyone at the table groans at his odd display of affection, Ross dramatically shielding his eyes and muttering incoherently as Matty finally sits back down, downing the rest of his pint.

Sure enough, right in the middle of Hann’s interesting story about his last date, a dancer comes over to the table. She climbs up, eyeing George, twirling around the pole a few times before doing this flip you didn't even know was humanly possible. The bralette she’s wearing glimmers in the light, reflecting off and into your eyes, distracting you.

George stares blatantly, eyes raking up and down her body as she dances, not letting her leave his line of sight. It's so obvious and she smirks at him, turning her body to face his direction before bending over, exposing her cleavage even more.

“Don't be a knob.” you hiss, not wanting to seem rude.

“She’s fit and it's quite literally her job!” a small laugh escapes the woman as she goes to speak, flattered at the exchange.

“It’s alright love, look all you want.”

“See!” George shouts a bit too loudly, proud of his correctness in strip club etiquette.

You sigh, nodding at her as Matty pokes your side.

“She is fit.” you whisper quietly, gesturing to her. Matty perks up, shoving you in offense.

“I'm fitter, don't forget.” you giggle at the statement, refusing to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

“She’s literally sparkling, I need to know what brand that is.” The rhinestone adorned lingerie set she was wearing captivated everyone at the table, hugging her curves in all the right places.

“Who’s to say I'm not either?” your eyes widen slightly at the implication, but you brush him off.

“Shut it, don't be a tosser.” his hand grips yours right before he speaks, bringing it down to the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not.”

He uses your fingers to pull it down about an inch, revealing a pretty string of purple under his bottoms. Your breath hitches at the realization, eyes snapping up to meet his. Was he serious? Now?

“It’s George’s birthday.” you state, voice hushed so the others could overhear your conversation. Hann was already off to buy another round, leaving Ross and George to make ‘friendly’ conversation with the dancer, shamelessly staring at her tits the entire time. “He won't mind, just look at him.”

Sure enough, George is ogling the dancer, lips parted and being such a boy it hurts. She’s clearly enjoying the attention as he leans forward, stuffing a wad of cash into the flimsy waistband of her thong, smirking.

“He’s already imagining a future with her, look!”

She sets a paper crown on his head with the words ‘birthday boy’ on it, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. A boyish blush spreads onto George’s face as her kiss leaves a mark of lipstick, Ross quickly snapping a photo of him to take the piss when they left.

“He desperately needs a lay, it's sad.” you comment, knowing it had been ages since his last girlfriend or even hookup, too focused on his coursework and music to go out more than the few times you forced him to.

“So do I, so I'd prefer it if we didn't drag this out.”

Matty gets up, climbing over you despite your quite loud protests, announcing his trip to the dance floor. You wait a few moments before following him, the sway of his hips and faint back muscles under his mesh shirt flexing as he walks, convincing you to just go with it, hoping whatever he had planned wasn't totally scandalous and wouldn't get you kicked out of the place.

He turns right past the dance floor, leading you into a narrow corridor off to the side. You catch up to him, close behind him as he slips a dancer some cash, nodding as he makes his way to the door at the end of the hall. Matty rushes in before you, the door almost slamming in your face. ‘Private room’ flashes back at you in yellow neon, making you raise your eyebrows.

The room is dark for the first few seconds as you hear Matty shuffling. Suddenly, the room lights up, giant mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, reflecting the light back and forth. You glance around, eyes landing on Matty.

A tall pole is the centerpiece of the room, pink metal running from the floor to the ceiling. Matty leans on it, left hand wrapping around it as he spins, smirking at you as you watch him, something stirring inside of you.

“Did you plan this?” you ask, a skeptical look on your face.

“Maybe.” his fingers run up his chest, playing with his nipples right in front of you. His voice drips with lust, coating your mind with only a few words, making it difficult to get even semi-coherent sentences out.

“Jesus, you're mental.” you gasp softly as he moves, fluid and sure, captivating you with every change of direction.

“But you love me, now sit.” you listen, not knowing what else you were meant to do in this situation. The chair is soft, cushions letting you settle in comfortably.

“Everything is so pink.” you mutter, gesturing to the mirror frames and pole, every surface some variation of the same color.

“Sort of the point, yeah? To set the mood.” he smirks, trailing his hands up his waist, letting his nails graze against his skin, mimicking the same thing you do to him. “Mood for what?”

“You’ll see, be patient.” you roll your eyes at his words, the palms of your hands rubbing against the soft pillow of your chair. “That's rich.”

“Please, for me?” He sounds so sweet, like he was asking you to bring him a glass of water, not to stay still while he touched himself in front of you.

“We both know I can't deny you.”

“How true.” he sucks in a deep breath, throwing his head back as he holds eye contact.

“Watch.”

“What do I-?” you stutter over your words, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he feels himself up, fingers ghosting over his tattoos.

“Me, keep your eyes on me.”

He turns his attention back to the pole next to him, strutting around it as the music from the dancefloor dictates his movements, his back pressed to the cool metal. Matty parts his lips as he slides down it, running a hand over his chest performatively, watching your every reaction.

Your breathing becomes more shallow as he moves, thousands of fantasies running through your mind. He knows the effect he has on you, everything he does is purely to rile you up, make you lose your composure.

“You’re mad, this is-” he cuts you off with a sly smile.

“Incredibly hot? I’d rather you enjoy the show than talk over it.” you scrunch up your face at the implication that this was a performance, even if you did expect nothing less from Matty.

“Show?”

He runs a hand through his slightly messed up hair, showing off his neck as you stare at him, biting your lip between your teeth to keep from embarrassing yourself.

“I hate you.” you mumble as the music changes, some hip-hop song coming on. The faint cheers of the people outside are barely audible, but it serves to remind of just where you were. The guys were still at the table, most likely speculating the reason as to why the two of you have been missing that long, Ross surely already making crude comments that neither Hann nor George wanted to think about.

“You won't if you just wait.” you grip the edge of your seat, blushing profusely as he struts over to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. His breath is hot against your neck, leaning over you as he settles into your lap. You finally clock it.

“Stay still.” he ‘orders’, attempting to mimic the way you speak to him when he doesn't listen.

“Are you giving me a lap dance?” he frowns at you, shaking his head in disappointment. A chuckle escapes you as the reality of the situation dawns on you.

“No need to define it darling, let it be abstract.” of course he’d say something like that, try to salvage the ‘artistic’ affair, failing miserably.

“You’re giving me a fucking lapdance, christ.” it's genuinely amusing. Your heart swells up at the thought of all the effort that went into this. Paying off the dancer with god only knows how much money, turning you on at the table just enough so you’d follow him, and probably even setting up the lighting in the room himself.

“You're such a bore, let me have my fun.” he kisses you, giggling into your mouth. His lips are warm against yours, your lip gloss rubbing off on him. “Oh, I will.” you promise, letting your hands fall limp as he grips your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth. His movements are exact, practiced even as he grinds down onto you before lifting his body back up, bringing his hip tattoo up to eye level.

You don't think, mind clouded with desire and want. His shirt had ridden up a bit, and your rough tongue drags across the inked skin, warm against it as he shudders, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the sensation.

“No touching the dancers” he tuts, coming back down on top of you.

“I’m exempt from that rule.” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the white hot heat pooling between your legs.

“According to whom?”

“You.”

You let your hands settle onto his waist, gripping him so hard you were sure there’d be bruises the next day.

“Fuckk, yeah okay,” he groans, the pressure on the front of his jeans increasing as all the blood in his head rushes south, his mind hazy.

“C’mon baby, finish your little performance.”

He moves to get off, smirking as you let him. You can see indents in his skin where you grabbed him, the sight making your breath hitch. He circles around you like a predator does his prey, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

His hands trail up your chest, fingers grazing over your exposed collarbones. Your skin flushes under his touch and you let out a soft moan at the feeling, earning a proud smile from Matty.

“You’re so gorgeous. I have to force myself to not get hard whenever you look at me.” his voice is sultry against your ear, making goosebumps bloom on the skin of your neck. “Oh, way to exaggerate.” you snigger, not quite believing him.

“Honest truth.” he swears, instinctively doing the ‘scouts honor’ sign with his hand.

You snort, your little giggling fit interrupted by his mouth trailing sickly sweet kisses up your neck and to your jaw.

It doesn't take him long to make his way back around, your heart skipping a beat when he comes back into view. His chest is glistening with sweat, the warm temperature of the room clearly getting to him. Most notably, you notice the front of his jeans is unbuttoned and unzipped, flaring out on both sides, revealing almost the entirety of the silky, purple panties he had chosen to wear.

He relishes in your reaction, the attention making his ego grow exponentially as he moves back into your lap. Your hands trail up his chest, doing your best to not immediately pay attention to the underwear. You can't resist, though.

“These are new.” you toy with the thin straps, silk reflecting the colored light beautifully. You can see a note of pride ripple through him as you admire the material, grazing his cock through it.

“Got them just for you, you like?” The question is so obviously rhetorical. Of course you like, no, love them. “So much.” your words are laced with love, soft and appreciative of all the effort he puts into getting you off, fulfilling your fantasy.

The way he looks at you is sinful, thoughts dancing behind his eyes visible as he stares, waiting for your next move.

He lets out a soft groan when you push him down into your thigh, biting his lip at you provocatively. “You're hard.” you smile as you say the words, his gaze softening when he sees the blissed out look at your face, eyes raking over his body. Even (almost) fully clothed, he was absolutely beautiful.

“See? Wasn't lying.” he presses a kiss behind your left ear, gently moving your hair out of the way. It’s loving, so honest. “You sure it's not because of the mirror behind me?” you still cant help but tease him, gesturing to the giant mirror your back was facing. He blushes in response, stealing a glance at his reflection.

“You’re so cruel! I’ll just stop then, seeing as all you see me as is some egotistical deviant.” he threatens, crossing his arms over his chest in retaliation. You bring a hand up to cup his face, stroking his cheek softly, almost patronizing. Your mind swims with the power you have over him.

“You wont stop, you couldn't if you tried.” For the first time that evening, you call his bluff, the way he reacts to you exquisite as his lips part, no words coming out. Silence fills the room, even the music on the other side of the door seeming to die down. How long have the two of you been here?

“Am i right?” you question, not letting him off the hook like you usually would.

“..yeah–” his words are small, and you know you have him right where you want him. The lightest, slightest touch could send him hurtling over the edge, his hips rutting desperately into your hand as you palm him through his underwear.

“So pretty for me, doing all of this. Thank you baby.” you whisper into his ear as he gasps under your touch. It's so incredibly intimate that you can't help but drop your facade for a few seconds, kissing him sweetly, his lips moving against yours with desperation.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Mhm.”

You take his cock out of the confines of his underwear, a sigh of relief falling from his parted lips as your fingers ghost over the tip, teasing him.

“Just stay still, let me make you feel good.” you murmur, feeling him up under his shirt, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He shifts on top of you, his body yearning for your touch.

“Please.”

You reach down to wrap your manicured fingers around his cock, the sight of the pretty colors of your nails around him making his eyes roll back in his head, his mind spinning with all sorts of possibilities, mostly focused on not finishing right in that moment.

Tugging lazily on his cock, you drag your fingers from the base to the tip, a satisfying whimper spilling from Matty’s lips, the sound spreading through your entire body. His back arches against you and the kiss he presses against your mouth tastes like the cigarettes he chainsmoked on the way to the club, mixing deliciously with the hint of alcohol on his breath.

“Let go for me, feel it.”

He trembles, the noise he lets out is desperate, filthy, shooting straight to your core. Everything is heightened. You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans forward into you, chest pressing against yours as you run your fist up and down his cock, small whimpers of pleasure spurring you on.

“Fuckk, that feels so good–”

Matty’s words are choked, his effort to hold back a bit obvious. He’s hungry, wanting, evident in the way he ruts into your hand, his fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders, the sharp pain making you sigh, pleased.

“Be nice and loud for me, let me hear you.” you coo into his ear, your free hand dragging up his back under his shirt, the mesh bunching up. “So good to me, treat me so well, god– shit.”

He twitches as you dig your thumb into his slit, a shiver spreading through his body

The way he’s not even undressed is obscene, the fabric of his jeans gathering under his hips as he’s perched on top of you, feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. You watch him, engrossed in pleasure, completely blissed out expression on his face. His head is thrown back, exposing his pale neck, faded hickeys and marks still visible from your last encounter.

“You're staring” he breathes, your eyes snapping up to meet him. A filthy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, your focus on him and only him. His hair falls over his face, obscuring it slightly, much to your disdain.

“You're giving me reason to” you brush curls out of his face as your movements still, letting him speak properly, uninterrupted.

“Yeah, I want you to look at me.”

You smile lovingly, cocking your head slightly to the left as you tease him, one of your fingers twirling his hair.

“Gets you off, my attention?” he doesn't even try to deny it, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere.

“Mhm-m” he nods, panting. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, silently begging you to continue.

His hips stutter as you grip his cock tighter, your other hand stroking his face sweetly as you stare into each other's eyes, his face flush as pornographic moans spill from his lips. His back arches again, your bodies pressed against each other as your hand snakes between the two of you.

“F-fuck, i’m so close, please let me cum, please.” His voice is high-pitched and whiny, tears threatening to spill at the overwhelming pleasure.

“You beg so nicely, let me hear you baby.” you whisper words of encouragement as his hips buck up into your hand involuntarily, every ounce of self control in him dissipating.

“I need it so bad, please i've been so good for you.”

He hiccups in a way that almost makes you feel bad, his desperation so obvious. You speed up a bit, just a bit, giving him that sweet, sweet relief he’s been begging for for god knows how long now.

“P-please, oh fuck, yesyesyes fuck.” precum bubbles at the tip of his cock, and you smear it down, coating him in his own arousal. It's unbelievably hot, his entire body twitching at the sight of your fingers on his cock, a sight he desperately tries to commit to memory.

“You’re leaking all over my hand darling, so filthy.” he whines into your neck, and you lick across his jaw, making him shiver

“Make a mess, c’mon, come for me.” an animalistic groan fills your ears as he rapidly approaches his orgasm, writhing under your touch.

“Y-yeah– fuck thats so good, your hand feels so good, fucking made for me.”

Matty’s possessive nature made your head spin with lust, his eyeliner smudging down his face as he stares into your eyes with such an intensity it felt like he was going to consume you.

His skin glows under the soft pink lighting, making him seem ethereal, like a true angel. His noises are like music to your ears as he spills into your hand, spurts of cum coating your bare stomach, barely missing your (quite expensive) cropped shirt. Matty kisses you immediately after, hands threading through your hair as he drinks you in, stealing your breath straight from your lungs.

Wordlessly, one of his hands moves down, gathering the remnants of his orgasm onto two fingers, tapping your mouth with the other. You indulge him, parting your lips to let him push his digits past them, the salty taste of him taking over your senses. His pupils are completely blown out in desire, not able to process what was happening in front of him, a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart swell up with love

“Perfect.” he mumbles as you lick his fingers clean, smiling mischievously at his dazed gaze. Matty pulls you in, holding you close, desperate to not let go.

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“Where were you two?” Ross’s voice is accusatory as the two of you finally return to the booth, the dancer from before having already left. A faint blush spreads onto your cheeks as the memories of not 20 minutes go flash through your mind. Hann doesn't help your situation at all.

“Probably shagging, just look at him.” your head turns, seeing Matty’s blissed out expression, a content smile replacing his usual nasty grin. You elbow him in the ribs, a silent plea to say something, but he promptly ignores your silent begging.

“Shut up you dickhead, you don't know shit.”

George points at Matty, now grinning wildly, reminiscing about the events of tonight. He’s oddly calm, which would be concerning if it wasn't for the monstrous case of post-sex hair he currently had

“Jesus, what did you even do to him?” George is taking the absolute piss out of you, and for good enough reason.

“I don't kiss and tell.” you attempt to change the conversation topic as you settle back into the booth, commenting on the pint glasses. You're ignored in favor of laughing at you further while matty remains completely unbothered, the glow he emitted so fucking obvious it hurt.

“Well he sure does, I've heard much more than necessary.” Ross sniggers, pulling a face at the not-so-distant memory of Matty’s sex bonfire-storytelling session that had happened a few weeks prior (not at an actual bonfire, but on the floor of your living room, completely pissed while you were out with your girlfriends.)

“Did you at least wash your hands?” Hann asks, the question directed at Matty, whose hands were loosely wrapped around his nearly empty pint glass.

“Didn't have to.” he grins, waving his hands in Adam’s face proudly, like it was some sort of achievement.

“Oh fucking hell, too much info.” George groans, cupping his face in his hands at the mental image of what he thought had just happened. You laugh inwardly, the whole situation absurd. This was the furthest you had ever gotten in discussing anything relating to your relationship with Matty, and it honestly felt weird.

“I’m never touching you again mate, no fucking way.” Ross stated, a disgusted look on his face. “Awwe Ross, how will you do without my touch?” You make grabby hands at him, climbing over George to drape yourself over the booth, touching his hair and face, Matty’s and Hann’s hysterical laughter spurring you on. “GET OFF ME!!” he yells, clawing at you to push you away, absolutely mortified.

George, slightly more pissed than the rest of you, announces his mission to get the dancers number, swearing up and down that “She had this look in her eye, i’m so fucking serious.” he manages to stumble over his shoes about three times before finally standing up straight, brushing off any ‘dust’ (crisps) that clung to his raggedy band tee.

“Good luck mate, not that you need it.” Hann tries to be encouraging, knowing just as well as the rest of you how George got when he had a few too many pints. Terribly emotional and impulsive, there was no stopping him once he had his sights set on something, or in this case, someone.

“I definitely don't” he glares at you over his shoulder, strutting across the dance floor in direction of where he’d last seen her.

As he walks away, Ross sniggers.

“He definitely does.” and you can't help but giggle along as he trips over a stray stair, falling right onto his face. Hann goes to help him up, ignoring your collective jeers to “Stop ruining his chances at true love!”

With an ice pack pressed to his face, George can only roll his eyes at the various comments for the rest of the night, despite it being his birthday.

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kate-the1975 · 1 month ago

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Bump in the Night (Promptober) // George Daniel x Reader

A/N: First time dropping a George oneshot and of course it had to be dad to be George. I'm just a ball of emotions rn 😭 (thanks to @abiiors for the effort you put into the prompts as usual xx)

W/C: 1,300

C/W: None xx

The night was cold, but inside the bedroom, the warmth of the blankets and the soft glow of the streetlamp outside the window created a peaceful cocoon of comfort. Still, despite the comfort, sleep was elusive. You shifted again, groaning softly as your hand slid over the growing bump of your belly. The baby was active tonight, kicking and squirming in a way that made it hard to settle into any position. You turned to your side again, adjusting the pillow beneath your head, trying to find a more comfortable way to lie.

But it was no use. Every time you closed your eyes, the baby gave another little jab—one just below your ribs this time, and it was enough to make you wince. The gentle weight of the growing bump, coupled with the increasing discomfort in your back, was making sleep feel like a distant dream. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh, the sound barely above a whisper in the stillness of the room.

You glanced over at the clock: 2:30 AM. A part of you wanted to wake George, to tell him what was going on, but another part of you didn’t want to disturb his sleep. He was up late most nights with music, ideas, and the constant hum of creativity in his mind. The thought of pulling him away from that—especially on a night like this—seemed unfair.

But then, just as you were about to shift again, you heard a soft rustling beside you. The bed dipped, and you felt the warmth of George’s presence as he shifted close to you. His voice, husky from sleep, was soft but filled with concern.

“You still awake?”

You turned to face him, the glow from the window casting his face in a soft, pale light. His eyes, though tired, were filled with a quiet kind of attentiveness that you always adored.

“Yeah,” you whispered, giving him a small smile, though your discomfort was evident in your voice. “The baby’s kicking. I can’t seem to get comfortable.”

He frowned, leaning over to rest his hand on your belly. The warmth of his palm was immediate and soothing, even though the baby inside you wasn’t showing any signs of quieting down. It kicked again, this time more insistently, just beneath your ribs, and you winced.

“Poor thing,” George murmured, his thumb stroking your skin softly. “You okay?”

You nodded, though the discomfort was starting to build, a dull ache spreading across your back and hips. “I’m just... really uncomfortable. It’s hard to get comfortable with all this going on.”

George propped himself up on one elbow, now fully awake. He studied your face, his dark eyes searching yours, not needing words to understand how tired and frustrated you were.

“I’m gonna help you, yeah?” His voice was gentle, but there was an air of determination in his tone that made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

You didn’t even have the energy to argue. You wanted his comfort, wanted him to be close, and you didn’t want to fight it anymore. You’d gotten so used to carrying this little life inside you, but it didn’t make nights like this any easier.

George moved carefully, shifting so he could wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer. You let out a small sigh of relief as you rested your head on his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart beneath your ear was grounding. His warmth wrapped around you, and for a moment, the ache in your body seemed to lessen.

“Is this better?” he whispered, his fingers lightly brushing against the small of your back, applying gentle pressure to relieve some of the tension there.

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Much better.”

The baby gave another strong kick, this time accompanied by a soft, involuntary groan from you. It was like the little one had decided that tonight was a good night for an all-night dance party.

George chuckled softly, the sound low and soothing in the quiet room. “I can feel that. It’s like you’ve got a football player in there.”

You laughed softly, the sound barely more than a breath. “I think I’ve got a whole fucking team, never mind a single player.”

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Well, I’m sure they’ll be tired soon. I’ve always said you’re the toughest person I know.”

You snorted softly, shaking your head. “I don’t feel that tough right now.”

“You are,” George insisted, his hand still gently massaging your back. “You’re doing something amazing, and I’ll be right here the whole time. We’re in this together.”

You glanced up at him, your heart swelling with love. His gaze was soft, his eyes glimmering in the dim light, and you could tell how much he cared—about you, about the baby, about this whole experience. There was something incredibly calming about him, something that always made you feel safe no matter how turbulent everything else felt.

Another kick came, this time lower down, and your expression shifted as you winced slightly.

“Let me try something,” George said. He carefully repositioned himself, moving from your back to your side so that he was facing you fully. His hand slid under your belly and lifted slightly, as if offering gentle support. “How’s that?”

You let out a breath, your body instinctively relaxing under his touch. It was better, much better. The pain in your back seemed to lessen, and the baby’s movements weren’t as jarring now that George’s hands were providing support.

“Better,” you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as a wave of relief washed over you. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” George whispered back. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand never leaving the gentle support beneath your belly. “Just try and relax. Let me take care of you tonight.”

You smiled, your lips curling softly as you felt your muscles begin to loosen under his touch. The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was comforting, almost hypnotic. For a moment, the world outside the bedroom seemed to fade away—the autumn wind brushing against the window, the darkened streets, the chill of the night. All that mattered was the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence.

The baby gave a final nudge, a little less intense than before, as if it had finally tired itself out. You let out a relieved breath, your body relaxing further into George’s embrace. The ache in your lower back began to subside as well, and you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly easing.

“Better?” George asked, his voice soft but filled with a thread of hope.

You nodded, a small, contented smile spreading across your face. “Much better.”

“Good,” he whispered. “Now, try to sleep, yeah? I’m not going anywhere.”

You pressed closer into him, your head resting against his chest once more. His hand never left your belly, gently caressing it as if to reassure both you and the baby that everything was going to be okay. His warmth wrapped around you like a soft, reassuring blanket. The night felt quieter now, less overwhelming. The baby was still there, still moving, but it was different now, more comforting than discomforting.

As your body finally gave in to the growing need for rest, you felt George’s lips press a tender kiss to your forehead. You whispered, barely above a breath, “I love you.”

He kissed your temple, his voice soft as he responded, “I love you too. And I love this bump more than anything.”

You smiled sleepily, your hand resting on your belly, feeling the faintest flutter of the baby as it settled down. The night outside continued its slow, rhythmic dance of autumn winds and leaves rustling, but inside, it was calm. It was safe. It was home.

The two of you drifted off together, your bodies intertwined, wrapped in warmth, comfort, and love.

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spunkpunx · 3 years ago

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Deal With It - Matty Healy

Plot: I had this idea where the reader is Matty’s plug and it seemed kinda cool so I’m running with it. Has a little bit of George Daniel. Also based on she way out but set around 2015/16 time.

Female reader

Warnings: Explicit drug use, Alcohol, Cocaine, Weed, Smoking, Swearing, Violence, Smut, Male & slight female dom

“There she is! Finally fucking made it,” Matty announced as he pulled me tightly into his side. I grinned, smelling the booze, cigarettes and cologne on him. He’d accosted me as soon as he spotted me walking across the crowded nightclub. It’d been booked for some fancy private party full of celebrities, and Matty had got me on the guest list. He pulled me toward the group of sofas in the corner, where the band and various others sat.

“Alright, get off of me you daft twat,” I joked, escaping from his grasp and ruffling his long curly hair. George stood from his spot at the table, standing in front of me with his arms open and smile lines in the corner of his eyes. I didn’t hesitate to fall into his embrace, my head only touching his chest as he towered above me. His arms looped around my back as he picked me up and I felt my short dress ride up.

“George! George my arse is out,” I warned him, laughing. Matty came up behind me to pull my skirt down and his band mate returned me to my feet. I felt my ears burning as George grinned down at me.

“How are you doing then? It’s been a while,” he asked, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. It was almost embarrassing how attractive I found him. Matty had introduced us at one of his parties and we hit it off over a spliff.

“Not too bad, whitey king,” I teased, earning a playful shove.

“Hey, hey, don’t steal her away. I’m the one who asked her here,” Matty interrupted, obviously upset at being left out of the conversation bubble. He swooped in, hooking an arm around my shoulder and leading me away from the group. “I’ll bring her back for you shortly, we have business to discuss first,” he announced cheekily, sending a wink in George’s direction, who didn’t look overly impressed.

“Matty, I didn’t even get to say hi to anyone,” I complained, squirming out of his grasp because I wasn’t entirely sure how it made me feel. Whilst George had been wearing cuffed jeans and converse, Matty seemed a lot more dressed up. He had on black trousers and a white shirt that was more draped over him than being worn, the top buttons undone. It suited him.

“You can see them later, now have you got anything for me?”

“You’re dressed smart,” I stated, ignoring his question. He rolled his eyes, but I could see him smirk.

“And you’re dressed hot, now where’s the coke?”

“Ey!” I scolded, smacking him on the arm as we reached the bar. “It’s here,” I told him, taking his hand and pressing the baggy into it. He thanked me, pocketed it and pressed a kiss to my cheek, slipping a some bank notes into my bag. Matty waved a hand at the bartender, a pretty young woman who came over immediately.

“I’ll get a whiskey and a…” he turned to me.

“Just a rum and coke.”

“A double rum and coke, and could you get a tray of shots to the table in the corner?” Matty asked her, pointing out his group. The bartender nodded, making quick work of our drinks and passing a message on to serve the rest of the band. Matty slid my glass over to me, knocking back his own drink alarmingly fast.

“D’ya need me to give you any money for that?”

“Are you kidding? It’s on a tab, now get that drink down you, you’re unnervingly sober,” he told me, linking his fingers through mine and pulling me through the bodies. He led me through to the hall and then stopped outside the women’s bathroom. “Hurry up,” he scolded, gesturing back to the untouched glass in my hand. I scowled at his bossiness, but did as I was told and knocked the drink back with a slight grimace.

“What are we doing hanging outside the ladies?” I asked him suspiciously, but he didn’t dignify me with a response, instead pushed through the door and hurried me into a toilet cubicle. I raised an eyebrow. “Well now I think that you’re really fucking weird, and I’ve been your dealer for over a year.”

“Do a line with me you muppet,” he quipped, pulling the baggy out his pocket. He got his phone out and cut two decent lines on the black screen. He did his first and then I copied him, covering my nostril and tipping my head back as I sniffed hard. Immediately the chemical petrol taste started a drip at the back of my throat. Matty looked up at me. “You’re the best, (Y/N).”

“It can’t be hitting you that quick, let’s go back.”

“Fine, let’s get another drink in you,” Matty decided for both of us. Although I wanted to go back and see George I figured a pit stop by the bar wouldn’t be the worst thing to shift the nerves.

By the time we stopped for a cigarette and got two Jägerbombs the drugs had hit my system and I knew it would be a terrible idea to go over and try to speak to the drummer. I felt a grin stuck on my face as Matty frantically talked my ear off, although I’d only half been listening. Instead, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor, where the song Everybody Dance by CHIC was playing. His words were cut off as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, obligingly following me to the front where the DJ was. He chuckled, beginning to dance along with me. We were facing each other, stood quite close. His pupils were dilated, his hair falling over his face. Suddenly he stopped dancing, laughing at me instead.

“What? What is it?” I asked, feeling flushed and totally off my face as I grinned.

“You’re totally off beat,” he said, leaning close to my ear so I could hear him. Matty leaned back, first tapping the rhythm of the song onto my arms, then trailed his fingers down my forearms to catch my hands in his own, pushing them foreword and back so that we were dancing together, and putting my rhythm back on track. He wetted his lip as swayed to the beat. We shouted the words at each other, Matty at one point playfully spinning me around, his shirt now totally unbuttoned, showing his torso and tattoos.

“MATTY THIS IS YOUR SONG!” I shouted at him as all of a sudden Love Me off the boys new album started playing. He chuckled, looking almost embarrassed as his own voice came through the speaker.

“Oh god,” he complained, but he still humoured me with a short dance before we made our way back to the table, both feeling a lot more trashed than when we had first bumped into each other. Matty essentially deposited me with the others before he was off to the bar again. George welcomed me a spot on his lap as all the seats were taken and made quick work of settling his arms around my stomach with his chin resting on my head while Adam and Ross discussed the next tour they were due to go on.

“I was hoping you weren’t going to run off with Matty again this time,” George said, his hands moving to tug the skirt of my dress slightly down so my knickers weren’t on show. I felt my ears heat up red again at his comment. George seemed to be able to make me so flustered at his comments, despite the way he said them so calmly.

“Matty is Matty, he’s constantly dragging me off to do things.”

“What things?” George asked, hinting at the obvious.

“Cocaine mainly,” I deadpanned.

“That’s a bit naughty,” he teased, digging his fingers into my sides so that I squirmed. I spotted Matty making his way back to the table with a tray of drinks.

“George, you do know what I do for a living?”

“Yeah, I sussed it out,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Matty wedged his way into a non existent seat between Adam and George.

“I bought us shots,” he announced. “Come on (Y/N), you’ll do a shot with me won’t you?” His voice was coming out testy, and as I looked him in the eye I noticed his pupils once again dilated. I frowned, noticing the way his mood had soured and hoped he wasn’t about to make it everyone’s problem.

“Sure, I’ll do a shot,” I appeased, tilting my head to look at George. “You?”

“Yeah, course,” he replied, moving his hands back to rest on my thighs while Matty grimaced slightly and handed shots out to the group.

“Fucksake Hann, I’m trying to hand you this,” he snapped at Adam when he failed to notice the drink he’d been offered.

“Fucking hell Matty, what’s got you so tetchy?” the guitarist asked, receiving an annoyed look.

“I’m not tetchy,” Matty responded unconvincingly.

As the night went on Matty’s move improved slightly, even if it was only after sneaking off to do more coke. It was a while before he went off into the party, him instead favouring hovering by me and George, occasionally dropping in arsey comments which were beginning to piss me off.

After Matty sloped off to the bathrooms again, I asked George to come with me for a cigarette. We pushed our way through the crowd and stumbled through the corridor to the outdoor smoking area; a large rooftop balcony overlooking West London. I leant against the railing, George coming to stand next to me.

“You got a light?” I asked, having left my bag inside. He nodded, patting down his pockets to find it, then ignited it, holding it out with his hand guarding the flickering flame as I lit my cigarette and then as he lit his. I took a deep drag.

“I have to ask you something.” He turned to me, his body slightly closer to my own. “Are you… Are you and Matty a thing?” George asked, before taking another drag of his cigarette. I let out a laugh.

“What? No,” I chuckled. “He’s a client, and probably a friend too now I think about it, but we’re not romantically involved.”

“Cool,” came George’s response. With that, his hand reached down to cup my cheek and I looked up at him curiously, but in the back of my mind I knew what was going to happen next. As his eyes flickered from my eyes down to my lips and back my suspicions were confirmed and he leaned down to kiss me, both of us unaware that there might be any potential observers. As his lips pressed against my own and our cigarettes smoked away, forgotten by our sides, I couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment. The kiss was just… a kiss. Perhaps I’d set myself up for it, expecting fireworks just because I found the man attractive, but the truth remained that there was hardly a spark.

My thoughts were cut short however as a third party forced it’s way into the moment, in the form of Matty Healy. It took a moment for me to register George reeling away from me, another for me to comprehend that Matty had punted his best mate in the face.

“Matty! What the fuck?!” I heard my own voice exclaimed shrilly. George was stood back from the aggravated Matty, holding the side of his face in surprise.

“You two? Are you fucking joking me?!” Matty exclaimed, clearly fresh off one line too many. I rushed over to George, seeing to check if he was okay, but when I reached him he stepped away from me, a hurt look in his eyes as if I had lied to him about my relationship to Matty. I didn’t blame him. The way Matty was acting was as though I was his wife of four years, not his newly acquired mate.

“I’m going inside, you two should talk,” George said, a little coldly. He left quickly, not bothering to say anything else to either of us.

“(Y/n), I…” Matty began, obviously sensing that he might have done the wrong thing.

“I’m not speaking to you here, it’s too… public,” I told him. He reached out for my arm and I batted him away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, ignoring his shocked and guilty eyes.

“My hotel is across the street, we could talk there?” he suggested. I paused, thinking that that might be a terrible idea, but my head was fuzzy with booze and coke and I more than desperately wanted to sit down. I nodded, unable to speak incase I began yelling at him.

We walked in total silence, Matty stumbling slightly the whole way and me remaining at least two paces behind him, except for making sure he didn’t dart out into the busy London traffic. Eventually we made it to the hotel room; a large suite by the top of the building. Matty kicked off his shoes and I shut the door softly behind me before he walked past and fell down onto his stomach on the bed, reaching into the drawers.

“We could go for a spliff,” he suggested, a cheeky grin on his face, contrasting the stony look on my own face. I was gobsmacked at his complacency.

“Matty!” I scolded, and he sat up to look at me, leaving the skins and grinder on the bed. “What you did was not alright, in fact, what the FUCK were you thinking?” I began, all the frustration I’d built up finally coming out. He looked irritatingly surprised that we were still on the subject, likely from the drugs.

“I dunno, it was just wrong wasn’t it?”

“Wrong? What the fuck does that mean?”

“George shouldn’t have kissed you,” he continued, not really explaining anything. I stepped closer to him and he stood up to meet my height.

“Matty, what do you mean he shouldn’t have kissed me?” I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

“I…” Matty began, but he didn’t sound so confident now. “I didn’t like it. I dunno.” His eyes darted down to the floor. “I watched you outside being all lovey-dovey and I didn’t like it… so I… I hit him.”

“He’s your fucking best mate Matty! Why do you think you get to do shit like that just because you don’t like a situation? And you were watching us? How long was that little act of voyeurism?” I demanded, but this time Matty met my eye with a level of slight arrogance.

“See, this is why I like you. Only you would say a phrase like that.”

Before I even thought about it my hand had caught the side of his face. He put his own hand on the spot where I’d slapped him, looking at me slightly shocked. All of a sudden I couldn’t find the words to continue. Guilt hit me in my stomach. I hadn’t meant to do that.

Matty’s expression however had changed. His dark eyes stayed trained on my face, lips parted and I could hear him breathe slightly louder. For a second we both stood there, tension thick between us, in total silence.

“Matty I’m sorry I-” I began, but was cut off as he took my face in his hands and connect our lips, pressing his hard against my own and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt my heart rate increase at the excitement of his hands falling to cup the small of my back, pulling me into him. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as my hands found their way into his tangled hair, fingers tugging at it as Matty let out a slight groan at the feeling. He spun us around, the backs of my knees pressing against the bed. I parted my lips from his, touching my forehead to his.

“Matty,” I began, and he let out a sigh even at me just saying his name. I tilted my head away from him, his hands holding me in place as my own dropped to rest on his shoulders. “I don’t think…”

“Please don’t stop this now, I think I might have I nervous breakdown if you stop this now,” he countered before I had the chance to voice my concern. I could hear the slight desperation in his voice as his hands gripped me slightly. “(Y/n), we can deal with the mess in the morning,” he added gently, his hand coming up to the side of my head as he knotted his fingers softly into my hair.

I considered it for a moment, but the thrumming deep within me and the way I could feel Matty stir against my thigh quickly made up my mind for me.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, connecting my lips to his again and running my hands down to unbutton his shirt. His hands snuck under the fabric of my dress that had been riding up all evening, gripping at my thighs. I let out a soft moan which made him pull away, looking at me hungrily as he took his shirt off.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed lowly, and so I kicked off my heels and shuffled back along the mattress. Matty’s eyes never strayed from mine as he crawled up towards me, running a hand down one of my legs only to lift my ankle, kissing along it softly, trailing his lips along the inside of my leg in a painfully slow manner. As he torturously made his way up toward my inner thigh I could feel myself get worked up, letting out a moan as he nipped my skin lightly. He hummed against my skin as his hands reached to pull my skirt up around my waist and his fingers hooked the sides of my underwear, making me lift my hips to help him remove them, but he didn’t. He lifted his head and moved up between my legs, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I nipped his bottom lip between my teeth and he let out a moan that seemed to surprise him.

Together we removed my dress, leaving me in my mismatched underwear; a black bra and lilac lace knickers. Matty pushed me down onto the bed, moving to plant wet kisses along my neck as he let his hips grind against me. Sick of the teasing I rolled on top of him, straddling his waist with his erection pressed against me. I reached around to unclip my bra, letting it fall to my elbows before removing it. Matty quickly sat upright, cupping my breasts as he kissed me again, and I ground against him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. I brought my hands up to his chest, pushing him back to a laying position and making him look at me in total awe. I brought a hand up to cuff his neck, not choking him, but pressing my thumb into the side of his neck so I could feel his pulse increase as I rolled my hips slightly.

“Fucking hell,” he swore, his hands resting on my waist, pushing to try and deepen my movements. I leant down to leave another wet kiss onto his mouth, moaning into it when he bucked his hips up against my heat. I moved my kisses down his neck and chest, starting to unbuckle his trousers and pull them down his thighs. I paused my kisses for a moment just to get his trousers off, then placed the gentlest kisses to his stomach, ghosting over his We Are Kings tattoo and letting myself breathe over his skin, his hands once again tangling into my hair as I laced my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. I felt his muscles tense as I pressed a kiss to the crook of his hipbone. “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he murmured, tipping my head to face him with my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I grinned slightly, before placing one last kiss at the very edge of his underwear and then pulling them down, freeing him.I pumped his erection in my hand a couple of times, enjoying hearing the satisfied grunts Matty let out at finally being touched, and then I gently touched my lips to the head of his cock, Matty watching me intently the whole time, slightly sat up on his elbows. I hummed slightly, knowing he’d feel it, then pulled my lips away, sitting up.

“It’s quite late, maybe I should leave,” I said calmly, wanting to see his reaction. It was only a tease of course, I could feel myself dripping with arousal as I said the words. He looked at me darkly.

“Don’t you fucking dare, this might be the hardest my dick has ever been,” he warned, sitting up and grabbing my wrist.

“Hmm, okay. Will you say please?” I asked mischievously, knowing I was pushing it.

“Fuck off.”

“Fine then,” I responded, pulling myself out of his grasp.

“No! Wait!” he exclaimed, making me pause. “Please can you?”

“Please can I what?” I asked, definitely abusing my power now. Matty let out a pained groan.

“Please can you suck my fucking dick?” he requested reluctantly, but he couldn’t hide how desperate he was. I kneeled between his legs, placing another gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. I didn’t bother teasing him further, just took his length into my mouth, pushing it as far as I could handle. Matty let out a groan at the feeling, resisting the urge to buck his hips up further into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and then sunk my mouth back down, repeating the process again and again until Matty grabbed my hair and pushed me down, cumming into the back of my throat with a slight moan. When my mouth came off of him a string of saliva connected my tongue to his twitching cock. He sat up fully, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me to kiss him with his taste still on my tongue. I moaned languidly into the kiss, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the throbbing. Matty’s hand trailed from my breast, across my stomach until his fingers brushed against where I needed him most. He hummed contentedly, feeling how wet my underwear was already. He didn’t break the kiss as he moved them aside, inserting two of his fingers into me and curling them up, making me gasp and grip at his shoulders. His lips trailed along my jaw while his thumb brushed my clit, soaking up the noises that spilled from my lips.

“Go lie down,” he instructed firmly, pulling his fingers from inside me and licking them clean. I blushed seeing the way my juices had dripped down his hand. I lay back with my head on the pillows, my knees together self consciously, but soon Matty parted them, not hesitating to lick a stripe along my heat. I shuddered at the stimulation, Matty hooking his arms around my parted thighs as he pushed his face down between my legs. I let out a unexpectedly lewd moan, covering my mouth with my hand. Matty reached up to pull my elbow, silently telling me that he wanted me to be loud. His tongue circled my clit, pressing down onto it and this time I let my whimpers be heard.

“Matty,” I gasped, quickly threading my fingers into his curls, pulling slightly and making him growl slightly. His grip tightened on my thighs as the pleasure built inside of me, causing me to close my thighs slightly around his head. His tongue flicked over my clit, warm and wet. His curls brushed against the inside of my legs. “Fucking hell,” I whined. “I’m really fucking close.”

To my frustration as soon as I said those words he pulled away from me, looking at my face while he lay his head on my thigh. He had a smug grin on his face.

“You bastard,” I cursed him, lifting myself up on my elbows. Matty pressed a kiss to my stomach and then sat up, wasting no time in pulling me into his lap, his erection pressing against my stomach. My hands quickly looped around his neck as his held tightly onto my hips. We looked each other in the eye, smiling like naughty teenagers while his thumbs rubbed circles onto my hip bone. I gazed at him through half lidded eyes, ghosting my lips against his until he darted forwards and caught my lip between his teeth, dragging it back and making me release a noise halfway between a giggle and a moan. I leant back slightly, looking down between us. “Did you get that just from going down on me?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied lowly, before moving to press another kiss to my neck. As he moved his attention from one side to the other, I lifted my hips and let him press the top of his cock to my slick entrance. As I lowered my weight, he let out a load moan, and I felt his hot breath against my neck as his hands squeezed my sides. I rolled my hips up, moaning myself as he slid up inside of me. While my pace sped up, his hands dropped to hold my arse, his head tipping back and his lips parted. We gripped each other and panted, and I couldn’t shake the need to be impossibly close to him. As he grew closer his eyes darkened, and he pushed me onto my back, pounding me into the mattress. More heavenly moans tumbled from our lips, and as I grew closer I clutched at his back desperately.

It hit me unexpectedly, a wave of pleasure deep inside of me that made my back arch up into him, pressing our torsos together. Matty let out one final growl and finished inside of me as I clenched around him. He pulled me in for a tired, wet kiss, and as he pulled away I saw the satisfied grin on his face. He stayed on top of me, pulling his cock out and then planting more kisses all over my face, making me laugh as his curls brushed over my forehead.

“That was fucking amazing,” he told me softly, unable to stop the smile stretching across his face, which I couldn’t help but mirror. He rolled off of me, but still pulled me into his side. “Honestly, (Y/n), that might have been the best sex I’ve had.”

“It was pretty fucking good,” I agreed, sitting up and getting off of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To the loo,” I responded, padding through to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. As I sat down on the toilet seat I grabbed some loo roll to clean myself up, then went for a piss. After that I stood in front of the mirror, nude. My hair was all over the place, and my dark eye makeup had smudged, but my face was bright and glowy despite the state of the night. I tidied myself up a bit, took off as much of my makeup as was possible and returned back to the bedroom.

Matty was lying on top of the duvet still, stark naked and scrolling through his phone. He looked over at me as I emerged, putting his phone down. His eyes couldn’t help but cross my body again.

“I have to say, I’m glad you haven’t put your clothes back on,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes, but moved to join him on the bed anyway. Immediately he wrapped himself around me, his leg crossing over my body, and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair again. His nose brushed my cheek and I could feel him breathe.

“I kinda like being naked,” I told him, fiddling with his curls.

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, but to my surprise he didn’t seem to be making any kind of dirty joke.

“Yeah. It’s such a vulnerable and intimate thing, but there’s a power in not caring,” I explained. Matty hummed in agreement. “I suppose it’s conditioned in us to see it as a very sordid thing, and that’s why it feels like a risk, but at the end of the day we’re the same people with or without clothes on,” I continued to muse. Matty pressed another kiss to my jaw, responding to me in a sleepy voice.

“That’s a good point.”

“Although, I am cold. I’m gonna get under the duvet,” I decided, trying to get out of his grasp. He stayed still, holding me in place. “Matty,” I complained. “Let me go, I’m cold.”

“You don’t feel cold,” he argued, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I let out an exasperated sigh, but wriggled out from underneath him, getting myself comfy beneath the thick bedding. Matty let out an exasperated groan, but got under the covers next to me anyway, his arms pulled me back into him, and we chatted for a little while, until our responses grew slow and we both fell asleep.

The next morning I woke early, my head feeling heavy and my body hot. It took me a moment to figure out where I was, sitting up and taking in the sleeping man next to me. He looked calm, his brow relaxed and his hair a mess against the white pillow cover. I found my bag and checked my phone.

Hey (y/n), sorry about last night. You left your jacket at the party so I picked it up x

I groaned, guilt forming in my stomach at George’s message. I pulled myself out of bed, finding my bra and putting it back on.

“Matty,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly to wake him. “Have you got any underwear I can borrow?” He groaned tiredly, rubbing his eyes and pointing across the room.

“Suitcase.”

I rummaged around in his case until I found a pair of clean boxers, pulling them on. Matty rolled over, watching me shuffle round the room to find my stuff, the duvet pulled up to his chin.

“They look better on you than me,” he pointed out, enjoying the early morning show. I wasn’t in the mood for it, however, not responding as I pulled my dress back over my head and grabbed my bag.

“Matty, I shouldn’t have done this,” I told him, pulling my shoes back on.

“You’re not leaving are you?” he asked, yawning. “We could go and grab breakfast downstairs first.”

“I don’t eat breakfast.”

“Fine, coffee then, don’t be difficult.”

The idea of coffee did sound tempting, but I pushed that thought aside.

“I’m not happy with this, okay? I’m still annoyed at you, last night doesn’t change that,” I explained. Matty sat up, the covers falling down to show his chest and shoulders.

“Take some money for a taxi then,” he offered, still acting flippant.

“I don’t want your money, I’m leaving, okay?” I told him finally, and with that I left, ready for the walk of shame ahead.

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The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter 21: Back to School

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warnings: Implied smut

Bamby

SPOV

Dressed as an orderly, sitting in a room in a mental hospital, a clipboard in hand, I faced the teen girl across from me. Apparently, she killed another girl from her high school, the thing is, she swears it wasn't her, that she was possessed, which is why I was here.

Refusing to look at me, April shook her head. "I'm not talking about it anymore. I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy."

"Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most." I offered a comforting smile. "April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Hesitating a moment, she let out a sigh as she told me the story. "When I- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body. I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop. I'm sorry."

"You don’t need to apologise," I assured her. "April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along."

"Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never. Do you believe me?"

"Yeah, I do." It was the truth. "Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you... happen to smell anything?"

"Anything... like what?"

"Like rotten eggs? Or... sulfur?"

"Um, no."

"Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?"

She frowned. "What are you, crazy?"

...

Opening the passenger door of the Impala, I slid into my seat as Dean turned to me from behind the wheel. Lizzie wasn't in the car though. She was doing something for me, for the case, helping us get away into the high school April went to.

"So?" Dean asked expectantly as I closed the door.

"I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically." I shrugged. "Kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

"Kind of?"

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur."

"Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious."

"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school."

It took a moment before Dean responded, looking out the front window, an unamused smile on his face. "Right. The school."

"What?"

"Truman High, home of the Bombers," he said, a little too enthusiastically, giving me the impression he wasn't interested.

"What's your point?"

"I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back? "

"I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into." I lied, but there was no need to tell him that.

Sighing, Dean shook his head, not bothering to question me anymore. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

"Don't worry. Lizzie's on it."

EPOV

Sam had left me with the task of getting us in the school, and I just couldn't help myself. I'd made it so that during the case, Dean would be the substitute gym teacher, and Sam would be a janitor, while I was stepping in as the history teacher.

Walking into my first classroom, I was well aware of the eyes on me. As a substitute teacher, I knew I would get some attention... my age and outfit was just the cherry on top.

I was wearing a pair of black leather high heeled ankle boots, thigh-high black socks that then left about an inch of bare skin, a red and black plaid skirt, and a tight black long-sleeved shirt, with my hair braided over my shoulder. It was safe to say I wasn’t like other substitute teachers.

Moving to the blackboard, I grabbed a piece of chalk and proceeded to write my name. "I'm Miss Hart, I'll be your substitute for a day or so." Placing the chalk down, I turned to the class. "Unfortunately, your teacher wants you reading from your textbooks... but who finds that absolutely boring?"

The students all looked at each other, confused and suspicious. But slowly, one by one, hands began to rise.

"That's what I thought." I nodded, scanning the room. "Who here likes history?" Most of the teens put their hands down. "Not surprised really." I took a step closer to the front row, a small smile growing on my lips. "Who wants to learn about the Salem Witch trials?”

All hands shot up.

SPOV

Walking down the hall, dressed in my janitor uniform, I found myself thinking about the past, and how my time had at this school had been. It was one of the only places where I hadn't hated every second of my life. I'd even made a friend here.

The sound of the bell ringing caught my attention right as I walked past my old English room. Looking in the room as I passed, I spotted my old teacher, Mr Wyatt. Still moving, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised that he was still here after all these years, but at the same time, I began to wonder if maybe I'd have some time to go talk to him before, Dean, Lizzie and I left.

DPOV

I paced in front of the lined-up students, dressed in my-unfortunate- uniform. A white shirt and tight red shorts, with a red headband on my head, and a whistle around my neck.

Bring the whistle to my lips, I blew into it. "Today, you will have the honour of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule," bending down, I grabbed one of the balls on the ground, "dodge."

As I threw the ball at one of the students, he failed to dodge, letting out a pained groan.

"Sorry," I apologised as I walked the line again.

"Uh, Substitute Coach Roth..." One of the students lifted their hand, getting my attention.

I walked over to him. "Yes?"

"Ms Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball," he informed me, but I didn't care.

"Well, Ms B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing."

"She says it's dangerous."

I blew the whistle, loud, and close to his face. "Take a lap!"

"But-"

Before he could finish, I blew the whistle again, cutting him off. Without another word, he hurried off.

The gym door opened before Sam walked in and gave me a nod.

I grabbed the bag of balls, throwing them in the air to release the balls. "Go nuts," I told the students as I headed over to Sam.

"Having fun?" he asked as I reached him.

I couldn't help but grin. "The whistle makes me their god."

"Right. Nice shorts."

Shifting uncomfortable, I got to the point. "Find anything?"

"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur. "

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." I shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong."

"Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch. It’s sloppy-joe day. You should let Liz know."

"Speaking of Lizzie... have you seen her?"

I frowned. "No, why? Have you?"

Sam simply shrugged. "Nope."

It had been just under a week since Vegas. Just under a week since Liz had confessed to the fact that she hadn't heard from her boyfriend in over a month. Just under a week since she'd lost her pills.

Most days were okay, but it was becoming clear that something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the fact she had no more pills, or maybe it was the fact she missed her boyfriend, either way, I could tell she was trying harder and harder to keep the smile on her face. It wasn't coming as natural as it used to.

She never stopped moving, hardly slept. Some days I worried she'd work herself into the ground. But no matter what Sam or I said, she just wouldn't stop. It was like she was determined to keep herself distracted.

"Oh!"

Sam and I looked over at the students, seeing the one I told to do laps, running past us, hand to his nose.

"Good hustle, Colby!" I called after him as he rushed for the door. "Walk it off!"

EPOV

I'd spent the morning talking about the supernatural to the two classes I'd had so far. About the history of folklore and myths in America, and how we're influenced by these stories in day to day life. It was easy for me to talk about this stuff, because it was my life.

Halfway through my third class of the day, just about to get into the history of the Salem witch trials, when the sound of someone screaming down the hall, got everyone's attention.

"Stay in your seats," I told my students- knowing they wouldn't- as I hurried out of the classroom, running in my heels, heading to the culinary room.

The culinary teacher was rushing students out, his hand a bloody mess as the rest of her class ran screaming into the halls as well. Pushing through the crowd, I made my way into the room where a student- with blood on his face- was lying on the ground, Sam crouched over him.

The kid looked up at Sam confused. "What happened?"

But before either Sam or I could answer- not that I had an answer- we both noticed a black liquid ooze from the kid’s ear. I knew what it was in an instant. Ectoplasm.

DPOV

I walked into a hall where I found Sam scanning some halls with an EMF reader. As I stepped up to him, he turned away from the lockers to walk down the hall with me.

"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" he asked as I came over to him.

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a 'healthy display of anger'."

I hadn't been there when the incident happened, but right before the assembly had started, Sam had found me and told me what he saw. He told me Liz had been there too, but she had a class to take care of, so I hadn't had the chance to talk to her about it yet. In fact, I hadn't seen her all day, until the assembly.

While sitting with the rest of the teachers, I'd been minding my business when I'd spotted a foot tapping on the ground while the principal had been talking. At first, I hadn't cared, but the longer the tapping went, the more distracting it became. That's when I looked at who the foot belonged to.

Liz.

She was sitting at the other end of the row of teachers, one leg crossed over the other. My eyes hadn't been able to look away. Seeing the space between her thigh-high stockings and skirt, the peep of creamy skin... God, it was agonising.

As much as I knew she would want to be here to talk with Sam and me while the rest of the school was busy, she'd be busy until the end of the day, if her timetable- which I'd stolen when I'd broken into the principal's office- was correct. So, until then, she'd have to stay in the dark about the case.

"So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" I asked, getting back to business.

Sam nodded. "Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession."

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare."

"Yeah, but it happens," he noted. "I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body."

"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?"

"Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something."

"Way ahead of you." Coming to a stop, I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket. "I had to break into the principal's office to get this." Unfolding the paper, I read what I'd found. "So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Sam snatched the paper from me. "What?"

He sighed, looking down at the paper. "I knew him. How did he die?"

"He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom."

"That's where-"

I nodded, cutting him off. "Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah."

"Well, does that sound like Barry’s M.O.?"

"Barry had a hard time."

EPOV

The siren went off and as if they were all programmed to do so, the students in my class started to pack their things so they could leave. I didn't even try to stop them as I moved to lean on my desk. Crossing one leg over the other, I grabbed the textbook the teacher had assigned and started flicking through it.

A knock on the door caught my attention. Looking up from the book, I turned to the door. It took a moment as the students continued to leave before I spotted my visitor.

Dean.

I held back a laugh at the sight of him in the tight red gym shorts he was wearing. "Nice look, Winchester."

"Could say the same thing to you." He grinned, walking into his room, hand behind his back.

I nodded to his hidden hand. "What you got?"

Shrugging, he brought his hand around to show me. Sitting there, in his grasp, was a bright, juicy, red apple.

This time I couldn't hold back my laugh as I reached for the fruit. "You got me an apple? I never pegged Dean Winchester as a teacher's pet."

"Well if all my teachers looked like you, I would have been the best teacher's pet ever." He kept grinning at me, taking another step closer.

“I bet you were a bad boy. All mischief and mayhem.” I smirked up at him. “The kind of guy I would have crushed on from afar.”

"Is that so?" He stepped even closer then, leaving barely a foot between us.

I looked up, into his eyes, seeing the familiar stirring of a dark and lustful storm forming. It made my knees go weak and my heart skip a beat. The memories of us, of what we’d shared before…

Clearing my throat, I jumped off the desk and turned to gather my things. "Yep," I answered simply as I moved around him and towards the door. "Now, don't we have somewhere to be?"

SPOV

After the school day had ended, Lizzie, Dean and I had gone back to our hotel and changed into our normal clothes. Dean and I had explained the situation to Lizzie and told her everything we'd found. Then we headed off to the graveyard to dig up Barry's bones and burn them.

Now back in the Impala, headed back to the hotel, I couldn't stop feeling so guilty about what we'd just done.

"You all right?" Dean asked.

Without looking at him, I answered, "Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones."

"Well, he's at peace now, Sam."

"I mean, if dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?"

But Dean just shook his head. "You read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school."

"It wasn't all bad," I argued.

"How can you say that after what happened to you?"

"What happened?" Lizzie asked from the back seat.

"He got bullied. Beat up." Dean's jaw tensed at the memory as he looked out the front window. "The place sucked for both of us."

I always knew Dean had hated the place, which is why I'd never told him the truth when it came to my experience there. Sure, I got into two fights, and sure, I lost one. But that was on purpose. After that, I took care of the bully. Things just fell into place then, and I can honestly say, it was probably the best school I'd been to.

EPOV

Dean parked Baby outside the school, sighing as he looked up at the building. "We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?"

Sam sighed. "He's a good guy."

"Well, whatever." Dean shrugged. "Go have your Robin Williams 'O captain! My captain!' moment. Just make it quick."

Leaving the car, Sam closed the door behind him as he shoved his hands into his pockets and started for the school entrance. Once he was gone, I climbed over into the front seat.

"So, tell me, how come this place was so shitty for you?"

Dean avoided looking at me, shrugging. "It just was."

"No, come on. Tell me," I pressed, a smile tugging on my lips. "I won't judge. I swear. And I won't laugh. Cross my heart."

Arm resting on his door as he looked out his window, it took a second before he sighed and gave in. "There was a girl here."

My smile fell. "Oh..."

Turning to look at me, he shook his head. "It's not what you think. Well... it is what you think, but it didn't end well. She just-" He sighed. "She tried getting too close, and I pushed her away, and then she embarrassed me in front of the school."

When he fell silent, I frowned. "That's all you're giving me? Aren't you gonna tell me how she embarrassed you? Details, Dean." Still, no answer, so I decided to guess. "Did she tell the school you have a small penis?"

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't sleep with her, Liz."

"Still, she could have pretended she did and lied."

This got his attention, getting him to turn to me. "Lie? So, are you saying it's big?"

Shrugging, I leaned back against Sam's door. "It's not small."

Now that the conversation had taken a sharp turn down a road we both tried to avoid when together, I couldn't help but watch him a little closer. He grinned, jaw clenching ever so slightly. Shifting in his spot a little, he rested a hand on his thigh. I could tell he wanted to reach out, he was itching to touch me. Surprisingly, I wanted him to.

Tristan was gone. Until I heard from him and got a reason for his absence, I was done with waiting. For all I knew, this could be his way of dumping me, and the best way to get over being dumped is to move on.

Dean and I, we had a past. That was clear. What was also clear was the fact that we still liked each other. When with Tristan, I tried to ignore it, out of respect for my partner. But now? If I was a free woman, then my feelings and thoughts would be free as well, and right now, I was feeling a lot when it came to Dean.

But before either of us could say or do anything that might lead to more, the doors of the high school opening caught our attention as Sam rushed down the stairs and towards us.

SPOV

I walked down the deserted hallway of the high school. It was the middle of class time, so everyone was tucked away in the classrooms. But I'd checked yesterday, to find out when the room I wanted to go to would be free, which was now.

As I reached the door though, I was stopped by a voice.

"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me find room three-oh-five?"

I turned to the girl standing a couple steps away from me. "Sure. Um," I gestured down the hallway, "head down the hall, take your first right, and it’s the third door on the left."

She smiled up at me. "Thanks, Sam."

I knew, in an instant, that something was wrong. But before I could do anything, the girl pulled out a knife and lunged at me, stabbing me in the stomach.

"You got tall, Winchester," she sneered at me.

As I was hunched over, grasping at my stomach, she kicked me in the face.

I fell to the ground, turning away from her and pulling out a small metal bottle I had in my jacket. Pouring some salt out of the bottle, I waited, listening as she stepped up to me. Once she was close enough, I moved.

Turning, I grabbed her arm that had been reaching out for me and then forced the hand full of salt into her mouth.

The ghost was ripped from her body and pushed through the roof, going back from where ever it came from as the girl collapsed in my arms.

EPOV

I knelt down next to Sam as he sat on a bench. We were parked off the road and by a river, out of sight so no one could see as I patched Sam's stab wound up. Yes, stab wound. While Dean and I had been flirting, Sam had been attacked by a girl being possessed by the ghost.

Dean came over, offering Sam a bottle of some kind of alcohol. "Trust me. This will help."

Reaching for the bottle, I took it from Sam and poured some of the liquid onto a rag before pressing it to the wound. Sam flinched and pulled away, hissing out in pain.

Dean shook his head, watching me as I got back to work. "That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out!" When Sam and I looked up at him wondering if he knew what he'd just said, he rolled his eyes. "Well, you know what I mean."

Sighing, Sam shook his head. "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry’s bones. What the hell?"

"Maybe it wasn't him." I shrugged, finishing up with Sam's wound. "Or maybe we missed something? Maybe-"

"No way." Dean pulled Sam's and my attention to him. We both looked over to see him leaning against Baby, reading a file. "How did we not see this before?"

"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.

"Check it out." Pushing off Baby, Dean came over to stand by us, turning the file to show us what he found. "Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty, they rode the same bus."

"Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted," Sam suggested.

Dean moved back to lean against Baby again. "Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail."

"Unless this one can." Dean and I turned to Sam expectantly, hoping he'd elaborate. "There's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt. But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want."

"What, so this ghost just jumps into a kid who jumps onto the bus, and catches a ride into the school?" I thought about it for a moment, slowly nodding. "Doesn't seem too impossible."

Dean groaned. "Ghosts getting creative… well, that's super."

SPOV

On the bus, in the middle of the day, while the students and teachers were in class, Dean, Lizzie and I scanned it for any signs of a ghost. The EMF meter I was using was showing giving off a high reading, letting us know there definitely was some kind of ghost action going on.

"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty," Dean called out to the ghost. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

I shook my head, not understanding the whole situation. "Man, I don't get it. No one ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here."

"Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail. Something’s got to be tying the ghost to this place." Dean wasn't wrong. "We just got to find it."

Lizzie sat behind the driver's seat, going through the papers and books she found in the compartment. "I found a new driving permit." She lifted the piece of paper up to show us.

Dean and I came over to take a look.

"Issued a couple of weeks ago," Dean read.

"Just before the first attack," I noted.

Dean grabbed the permit from Lizzie. "Name of the bus driver is Dirk McGregor Sr, 39 North Central Avenue."

"McGregor?" I frowned, recognising the name.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, looking away from the papers and to me. "Why?"

"I knew his son."

He scoffed lightly. "Did you know everybody at this school?"

I didn't just know McGregor... he was the kid who I got into the two fights with. He was the kid who'd been bullying Barry. He was the kid I beat up in front of the school so he'd stop being a jerk.

...

Dean, Lizzie and I sat on the three-seater couch in the McGregor home, across from Mr McGregor. He'd been surprised when I told him I'd been friends with his son, which had been a lie, but we needed a way to get inside and talk to him.

"So, you were friends with Dirk?" he asked us.

"Uh, yes, sir." I gave a short nod. "In high school."

"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman."

Changing the subject, Dean turned the conversation toward Dirk's passing. "When did, uh… when did Dirk pass?"

"He was eighteen."

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs. And then he just slipped through my fingers. It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh… he had his troubles."

"Troubles?" Lizzie questioned.

"School was never easy for Dirk," Mr McGregor explained. "We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids, they can be cruel. They picked on him."

That's not how I remembered it... "They picked on him?"

Mr McGregor nodded. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him- Dirk the jerk." Oh..."And after what happened to his mother, he-"

I cut him off, "His mother?"

"Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was thirteen. Cancer. I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, you know, you- you watch somebody die slow, waste away to nothing... it does things to a person." Mr McGregor looked down at the ground. "Horrible things."

"I didn't know about his mother," I admitted.

"He- he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy."

"I'm sorry."

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr McGregor," Dean started. "Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?"

"Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated."

"All of him?" Dean asked, earning looks from the rest of us. Lizzie and I hoped we hadn't freaked Mr McGregor out, while Mr McGregor looked a little confused.

"Well, I kept a lock of his hair."

"Oh, that's- that's nice." Dean gave a little smile. "Where do you keep that?"

Frowning, confused and a little offended, Mr McGregor answered, "On my bus, in my Bible."

EPOV

I stood on the side of the road, hidden by the bushes as Dean, Sam and I watched and waited. We knew the bus would be coming down this way any minute. We knew Dirk would be on there. We knew the hair would be too.

Sure enough, the bus came flying down the road, way too fast. But that was stopped the moment the tires ran over the spike strip we'd laid out, tearing the tires to shreds.

We waited a moment longer as the doors opened and the driver stepped out, his almost robotic-like movements giving Dirk away.

"Dirk!" Sam called as he stepped out of the bushes, shotgun raised to the driver.

"Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?"

"Don't need to."

As Dean and I stepped out of the bushes- on the other side of the road, Dean quickly wrapped the rope he was holding, around Dirk's torso, while I used my mind to hold it in place securely. Tying it tightly without having to touch it.

Sam nodded to the rope. "That rope is soaked in saltwater, Dirk. You're not going anywhere."

As I kept a hold on the rope, Dean moved to go on the bus to try and find the hair. "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay."

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" someone asked from inside the bus.

"Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Street," Dean answered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "The bus driver sells pot." There was a pause before he yelled out to us. "It's not here!"

Sam cocked his gun, still aiming it at Dirk. "Where is it?"

"No way you'll ever find it."

I squeezed my hand, making the rope tighten around Dirk. "Where. Is. It."

When Dirk simply let out a pained groan, but no answer, Sam stepped forward, pressed the gun to Dirk's chest. "Where is it?!"

Dirk just glared at him. "Sam Winchester. Still a bully. You- you jocks. You popular kids. You always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you."

"I'm not evil, Dirk." Sam took a step back. "I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other. Us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that. You or Barry."

"Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever." Dirk suddenly broke the ropes, flung his elbow back into my face- knocking me to the ground- before he started for Sam as Dean hurried out of the bus.

Sam fired the gun at him- though the driver was fine, it was just rock salt, not bullets. The driver fell back and onto the ground next to me, unmoving.

"Liz." Dean moved to offer me a hand, helping me to my feet. "You okay?"

"No." I groaned as I got up with help from Dean. "My face and ass hurt." the three of us looked down at the driver. "You think the son of a bitch is still in-"

Before I could finish, Sam was knocked to the ground by someone. Dean and I looked over to see a student kneeling over Sam, turning him over to punch him in the face. Dean grabbed Sam's gun- which had been knocked out of his grasp- and shot at the student, slash Dirk. But nothing happened.

"Find the hair!" Sam groaned, trying to fight Dirk off.

Moving quickly, Dean went back into the bus to look for the hair, while I hurried over to the bus driver, going off on a hunch as I started searching his pockets and everything. As I took the driver's boot off, the lock of hair fell onto the ground.

Grabbing it, I stood and lifted it above my other hand. "Hey, Dirk the Jerk!"

Dirk paused his beatings and turned to me, his eyes landing on the hair and going wide.

Suddenly a ball of flames grew from the palm of my hand, and with that, I dropped the lock of hair to my other hand, watching the fire in my hand burn it away. Dirk screamed and flew out of the student, the ghost burning in the air.

The student fell forward, landing right on top of Sam.

"Little help?" Sam called.

Dean- who had come out of the bus when Dirk had screamed- looked to his brother. "Huh... he's giving you the full cowgirl."

A wave of dizziness took over me before I could react to Dean’s little joke. Stumbling a little, I reached for the bus, holding onto it to keep my steady and my energy depleted.

“Hey.” Dean hurried over, concerned. “You okay? Liz? What’s wrong?”

Feeling light-headed, weak, dizzy and short of breath, I shook my head gently. “I don’t know.” My grip on the bus slipped, causing me to start falling.

“Whoa!” Dean was right there, catching and pulling me up into his arms. “I gotta ya. I gotta ya,” he assured me.

...

Once again, we were back at the school, Dean and I waiting for Sam to come back from talking to the teacher he'd wanted to talk to his old teacher.

We’d spent the night at the hotel, packing up and getting ready to move on. Well, the brothers had packed. They hadn’t let me do anything. In fact, they wouldn’t even let me stay in my own room. Even after I started feeling better, they were still worried I might collapse again.

But, like I said, I was better now.

Sitting in the back of Baby now, I leaned over the front seat and looked in the rear-view mirror to try and see what damage Dirk had done to my nose. It's not like he broke it or anything, but there was a little bruising, and it hurt like a bitch.

Dean sighed, shaking his head at me. "Liz, it's fine."

"It hurts." I pouted, looking at him. "And it's all purple and gross."

"It's not gross," he chuckled lightly. "You could never be gross."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Even if I was covered in, I don't know... rotting guts?"

He shook his head again. "Not gross."

It was my turn to laugh. "The fact you think that, makes you gross."

"Then maybe we can be gross together." His grin grew a little as he shifted closer slightly.

Biting my lip, I shrugged. "Doesn't sound like a completely horrible idea."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but slowly and surely, we'd moved closer and closer to each other until there were just a couple of inches between us. I guess you could blame it on the uncontrollable pull between us. But now, as I looked from his lips to his eyes, seeing him do the same to mine, I could feel the unasked question hanging in the air.

Are we gonna do this?

Tristan and I hadn't spoken in over a month. We hadn't broken up, but it felt like we weren't together anymore. My gut was telling me to move on, and who better to move on with than Dean Winchester? The chemistry between us had been there from the moment we met, and it never seemed to burn out. I liked him. He liked me. So, why not?

Making my mind up- and acting before I could think myself out of it- I quickly pushed forward, pressing my lips to Dean's. It was just a kiss. Just a simple coming together of lips. But soon enough, it grew into more. It always did.

Dean's hand came up to cup my cheek gently as he deepened the kiss, pushing into it more. My own hand came up to grasp his shoulder as I moaned. It had been so long since we'd been like this, I'd almost forgotten what it was like. Almost forgotten what he tasted like. Smelt like.

It was as intoxicating as it had been the first time. He was surprisingly soft and smooth. He smelt like mint and leather, and that smell I could only describe as Dean. He tasted like the toothpaste he'd used the morning, and once again, just Dean. It was all Dean.

Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me over the seat and onto his lap so I was straddling him, our chests pressed together. His hands grasped my thighs, my hands gripped his hair. The kiss deepened into more as our bodies began to move instinctively, grinding against each other.

I could feel him, and it just added wood to the burning fire inside me. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. To feel him like I had many times before. He always felt so good. Always knew how to take care of me.

"Dean." His name fell from my lips in a moan.

He groaned. "If you say my name like that again-"

Pulling away, I bit my lip as I bucked against him, our eyes meeting. "Dean," I repeated, moaning harder this time.

Before I knew what was happening, Dean had put me on the seat beside him as he opened his door and slid out. Grabbing my hand, he helped me out as well before he closed the door and hurried for the school.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer as he took me down the halls, looking around carefully while in a hurry, his hand still firmly holding mine. When he came to a stop and reached for the door, he opened it and pulled us inside, flicking the light on as he did. It was a janitor's closet.

I laughed lightly, looking around. "Why do I get the feeling you've been in here before?"

"Don't worry. She meant nothing to me," he assured me as he moved closer to me again, pressing his lips to mine in a deepened kiss, hinting at what was to come.

SPOV

I walked up to the door of my old English room, seeing Mr Wyatt sitting at his desk, grading papers. Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door before stepping in.

"Uh, Mr Wyatt?"

Looking up from the paper he'd been working on, he turned to me. "Yes."

Walking closer to his desk, I gave a small smile. "You probably don't remember me, um… but my name is Sam Winchester, and I just wanted to thank you."

"For?"

"I was a student here, and uh," I shrugged, "you gave me some advice once."

"Winchester, right." He smiled, nodding as he got up. "Right. Yeah. You, uh… you wrote that horror story," he noted, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. Yeah, it's kind of all been one long horror story."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Sorry."

"So, what was this advice? I might need to plagiarise myself down the line," he chuckled lightly.

"You told me that I didn't have to go into the family business. You said I should make my own choices."

"So, you've managed to do your own thing, then, huh?"

"Yeah, for a while, yeah. And I think I went to college because of you. But, you know, people grow up. Responsibilities, and..." I shrugged. "But still, um... you took an interest in me when no one else did. That matters, so thank you."

"Well, you know, the only thing that really matters is that you're happy. Are you happy, Sam?"

I didn't know how to respond to that, because honestly... I wasn't too sure.

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