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byyourside28 · 11 months ago

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Wild

Matty x Reader

Warning: Smut (dirty talk, unprotected sex. Lmk if I missed any) and one mention of a gun. Use of a cowboy hat...

WC: 4.1K (new version)

Summary: You go for a wild ride with a stranger. (Heavily based on the song, Wild Ones by Jessie Murph.)

Masterlist

Your mind flashes back to a couple of weeks ago—He was a constant presence at all your gigs, lurking persistently at the dingy bar on the outskirts of Nashville week after week.

His silhouette—black cowboy hat, thin gold chain around his neck reflecting off the stage lights, and a long trail of smoke snaked from the cigarette dangling from his lips, sipping on a whiskey on the rocks—always stood out in the hazy gloom, yet you never quite saw his face. As soon as you were done playing, he’d disappear like a shadow in the night.

But not tonight. Tonight you were going to confront him.

As you sang your final song and basked in the applause of the small crowd, you noticed him moving towards the exit. Jumping off the stage, you hurriedly made your way through the crowd, determined to finally catch him.

You push past the crowd, your eyes lock onto the back of his head as he makes his way through the door. You follow him out into the cool night air, the neon lights of the bar casting an eerie glow on the deserted stretch of old Highway 72.

“Hey!” you call out, your voice echoing through the empty street. The man turns around as he reaches for his lifted black pickup truck’s door handle, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his face. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could feel his eyes on you.

He doesn’t respond. He simply turns away and opens the door to his truck.

“Dude! I’m fucking talking to you!” You storm over to his truck before he gets inside, your anger fueling your strides.

He turns to face you fully, but his head is still tilted down blocking you from viewing his face. The moonlight not giving you much to work with, you can only make out the outline of his jaw and the curve of his lips as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“Who the hell are you?” you demand, your voice rising with each word.

He takes another long drag from his cigarette and smirks, his lips curling up in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “I’m a fan, darlin’,” he drawls, his southern accent thick and syrupy sweet. The man knocks the brim of his hat, giving you a complete view of his face.

You can’t stop the gasp from your lips as you take in what you see. He’s not what you expected at all. His deep brown eyes glinted in the moonlight, surrounded by a thick fringe of dark lashes. His lightly tanned skin was etched with a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes, high cheekbones and slight stubble on his jawline.

Fucking hell he’s hot.

You feel your cheeks flush as you take in his rugged good looks, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, trying to ignore the way your body is reacting to the sight of him.

“A fan?” you repeat, incredulous. “You’re at every single show I play. You never talk to anyone. You just…lurk. Like a fucking weirdo.” You huff, whipping your hair over your shoulder with a defiant flick. “Why? What do you want?” Folding your arms across your chest, waiting for an answer from this mysterious man.

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized that he was intently studying your every feature. His eyes drink in the curves of your frame; they wander from your collarbone to your hips like a roadmap. In the moonlight, you can make out the hunger in his pupils—something no one has ever looked at you with before.

“Whatever.” Taking a step backwards, you stretch your arms in front of you, palms facing him in a gesture of surrender. Like a knot reaching its breaking point, the man snaps his gaze back to your eyes.

The man laughs, smoke falling from his lips. The man laughs, smoke falling from his lips. You could almost feel the heat radiating off his body, and the smell of whiskey and cigarettes is intoxicating. “I asked you a question,” You mewl, stepping back towards him, “Nothing is funny.”

You don’t know what it is, but you are drawn to him. It’s wild and reckless, but you can’t seem to resist it. His eyebrow quirks. Confidence shifts in his gaze, and his stature. He stands tall, his muscles tightening under his shirt.

There is something about his eyes. Something warm and inviting, something that made your knees weak at the thought of looking into them. In any other situation you wouldn’t be so affected—you always had the ability to resist any type of attraction; you were used to it. But at this moment, everything felt different. The way his lips curl upwards in amusement at your question and his gaze lingers on your form is all too enticing.

The man exhales a plume of white smoke into the night air, the scent of burnt tobacco wafting towards you, he tosses the remains of his cigarette onto the pavement, steps on it casually and then steps closer. His proximity causes a jolt of electricity to shoot up your spine; you suck in a sharp breath.

“What do I want?” His words sound smooth as silk, sending goosebumps along your skin. “Well, darlin’…” His smirk grows bigger, and he tilts his head to the side, exposing the underside of his throat. “I’d say that right now I want nothing more than to get my hands on you.”

Your mouth dries; your entire body feels numb. Your eyes flicker downwards to his mouth, which is parted slightly. His lips are plush and full. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips, making you gulp. “Come back to my place.”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking if you wanted to, he could already tell you did. He was simply waiting for permission.

Your gaze followed his contours, mirroring the visual exploration he subjected you to. Noticing a tattoo poking out from beneath his t-shirt’s neckline. And there it was—a .45 tucked away in his waistband. You knew you were playing with fire, but you needed to see how far this would take you. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to hurt you. At least that’s what you told yourself to fight the irrational feelings threatening to overtake you.

But you’ve always been a sucker for the wild ones, after all. So, without a second thought, you nod your head in agreement.

The man grins, his white teeth flashing in the moonlight as he takes your hand and leads you to the passenger side of the truck. You follow him obediently, your heart pounding in your chest. As he opens the door for you, you try to climb inside the lifted truck struggling slightly, laughing at yourself.

“I gotcha, darlin’” His hands find your hips, twirling you to face him as he lifts you effortlessly. Your eyes never leave his. You can feel the warmth blooming deep in your core, coiling around like a snake.

Your hands caress his shoulders as he slides his hands down from your hips to your thighs, squeezing them softly. His cowboy hat shadows his face as you take a deep breath and your fingertips reach to play with the brim. “What’s your name?”

He removes his hands from your thighs before placing the cowboy hat on your head, his fingers lingering on the ends of your hair. “Matty,” he says, his voice low and sultry as he steps back to admire you with a smirk.

You bite your lip, “Matty.” You repeat, testing the name on your tongue. He winks at you before closing the door and walking to the driver’s side.

The truck roars to life, and you’re off. You’re not sure where this night is going to take you, but you’re ready for anything. Matty speeds down the deserted highway, the wind blowing through your hair as you hold onto the cowboy hat that he had placed on your head when he got in the truck. You can feel his gaze on you, and you turn to meet it, the electricity between you palpable.

“What?” you ask playfully, feeling bold under his gaze.

“Wanna get a bit dangerous?” Matty asks, his voice deep and raspy. The confidence in his tone sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you can’t help but nod.

Matty grins devilishly, and you can see the hunger in his eyes as he speeds up even more. The truck swerves slightly, but you don’t care. Placing his hat back on his head, un-blucking yourself from the seat, you lean in close to him. His scent is overwhelming like you can feel his breath on your skin.

“You know what I want, Matty,” you whisper, your voice husky with desire. “I want you to show me just how dangerous you can be.”

Matty chuckles, his hand finding your thigh as he presses his foot down on the gas pedal even harder. The truck jerks forward, and you scream out in excitement, your heart racing as your body is pushed back into your seat. “Hold on tight, darlin’,” he growls, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice through your body.

The truck picks up speed, the engine roaring like a wild animal. You can feel Matty’s fingers digging into your thigh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

You’re flying down the highway, the wind whipping through your hair as you look over at the speedometer—102 mph.

Rolling down the window completely, quickly smirking at Matty before lifting your body and leaning your upper body out the window. The shock of cold air whips at your face, biting into your skin, and drawing tears to your eyes as you bite down on your bottom lip.

This thrill coursing through your veins, electrifying and alive, but also terrifying at the same time. The adrenaline rushing through your veins makes your stomach churn. It reminds you of what a roller coaster would feel like—the way it feels when you first go off. You can’t explain it, but it’s addictive—and it has you feeling invincible.

Matty’s laughter rings out over the roar of the truck, his hand now gripping your thigh tightly like that would stop you from falling out the open window. You throw your head back, feeling free as you scream out into the night sky. “You’re fucking crazy,” he yells over the sound of the wind and the engine. “You don’t even know me, and you’re willing to do this?”

You feel the truck swerve as you laugh uproariously. “Are you gonna let me fall, Cowboy?” You yell, your words barely audible over the noise of the wind whistling past your ears. Tilting your head, your gaze falls on Matty once more and you raise an eyebrow, challenging him. Matty glances at you from the corner of his eye and shakes his head; his lips curling into a grin as his eyebrows lift.

“I ain’t gonna let ya fall, darlin’.”

Taking his length into his hand, Matty gives his cock one firm pump, a bead of precum rolling down his shaft. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” He asks, a tilt to his head.

He taps the head of his cock against your clothed, aching clit with lips parted as he admires your body for the first time. Giving himself one second longer to memorize the lace material, he quickly yanks the underwear down your legs and tosses it to the side of the room.

“Matty, fuck—please.” You croon, the anticipation building to an all-time high.

Matty smirks at you, and settles between your thighs, spreading your legs further apart. “Hmm, look at this fucking pussy. S’all drippy and swollen for me.” Watching with hungry eyes, Matty angles his mouth above your cunt. You fucking swear your heart skips a beat when he spits directly on your pussy, the hot liquid sliding down your clit, mixing in with your arousal.

He takes his time, using his thumb to spread the saliva around your swollen, throbbing clit. You can see his cock twitch with every soft moan you give him. His cock looks painfully hard now; the tip is a deep red, the vein pulsating. The amount of precum bubbling from his tip, you would’ve thought he had come with the way it glistens under the light, you couldn’t help but imagine him filling your entire pussy with the thick fluid.

“Fucking incredible.” Matty muses as sinks himself to the hilt inside of you. He lets out an airy laugh; one full of relief and disbelief. Fisting the sheets tightly, your entire body knotting up at the intrusion.

“You’ve gotta relax for me, darlin’.” Matty hisses, attempting to hold himself steady as you familiarizes yourself around him. “Yeah—like that, good girl.” He coos as you release the breath you’re holding. He juts back slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of you, before thrusting a slow, lingering stroke back in. His thumb remains pressed against your clit, circling slowly. Teasingly.

Both of your breaths escape in gasps; Matty from how tightly you clench around him, and you at the sensation of his cock stretching out your cunt. It’s a pleasurable pain. One that has you writhing underneath Matty’s bare torso, nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin and your lips parted in a silent whimper. Biting your bottom lip to suppress the moans that threaten to rip from your mouth, each languid thrust from Matty sends pleasuring shock waves through your body.

“So fuckin’ good for me,” Matty hums, taking hold under your knees, pushing them to your chest and spreading you further apart for him, as he mutters. “Hold’em there.”

Matty sits back on his knees, pushing back into you roughly. With your cunt exposed, Matty’s eyes can’t help but fall to where your bodies meet, watching as his cock slides into your pulsing cunt. You could hear a gush with every thrust, the sound is sinful.

The soft whine of his name catches his attention, and he glances up through the hair falling over his eyes to find your eyes glazed over. The bra that once cupped your breasts are now spilling, nipples just barely visible from the constant motions.

“Look at you,” he grits, another rough thrust of his hips, “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely fucked this sloppy pussy.” Matty chuckled lowly, teasingly, reaching for the hem of your bra to yank it down, your breasts now spilling out completely.

Your eyes snap to his and your mouth opens but Matty ruts himself back into you, bottoming out to the hilt and your words are cut off with a loud moan. Crying out before letting your legs fall and reaching out to grab his shoulder. Matty tilts his head, a taunting smirk pulling at his lips.

“Can’t speak?” He questions, “Do you like feeling my cock stretch out that tight little pussy?”

Before you can answer, Matty repositions you so that your leg is hoisted over his shoulder. He snaps his hips forward and causes you to lose breath. Sobbing out, thrashing your head back and forth on the pillow and curling your toes at the intensity of him. You’d had sex before, sure.

But this… this was different. Like a euphoric bliss that you only ever dreamt of. You couldn’t believe how insanely good he felt and he was only fucking you harder, faster. Each moment is more pleasurable than the last.

You can see his stomach tighten as you call his name, brokenly and pleading. He drops the grip on your thigh, opting to rest his palms on each side of your head and lean over you. With each roll of his hips, his pelvis massages your aching clit. “Look at me.” He demands, sinking deeper into you.

You fucking swear you can feel him in your stomach. You wouldn’t be surprised if your stomach bulged out with every thrust. Finding the will, you look up at him.

“There’s my girl.” He coos, a smirk rupturing across his face. The softness of his voice in juxtaposition to his thrusts has your mind and body spinning.

“You’re doin’ so good for me,”, he praises and you nod in response, not trusting your voice to work at the moment. “You’re taking me so well, darlin’.”

Mumbling something incoherent as his tip hits against your g-spot. Matty must have noticed the way your pussy simultaneously tighten and relax. Keeping the position, he shoves into you again, eliciting another slew of curse words whispered from your lips.

The feeling of him inside you and the angry, desperate rhythm he decided on, made your body grow hot and breaths become uneven. It sounds like his own lungs were fighting for proper breaths. Each thrust has his breaths shallow and ragged.

“Shit–you feel so fucking good.” You manage to choke out, although broken and shaky.

He smirks again, dazed and blissed out as he watches your bodies glide together. Taking both of your hands in one of his, he pins them above your head. The gasp you let out is swallowed by his hungry lips.

It’s barely a kiss; both moaning with every other breath. Your jaw went slack as he fucked into you, and Matty took the opportunity to trace his tongue over your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. He pulls on your lip and bites down on it, soothing the burn with his tongue. The pressure in your stomach grows, wild and intense, as the tip of his cock rams into your cunt. You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, equally begging for the release.

“Fuck—Matty,” You curse, “I’m gonna cum.”

A proud grunt of approval falls from his lips, and Matty wraps his arms under your back, before flipping the both of you around. Almost getting whiplash from how quickly he moved you, but his fingers digging into your hips take your attention. You don’t have a chance to catch your breath before Matty reaches over to the nightstand and places his cowboy hat on top of your head with a cheeky smirk, “Wanna go for a ride, darlin’?”

“H-Huh?” You stammer out, head still spinning from the sudden movement. Matty doesn’t even respond before he’s bucking his hips up, fucking into your cunt.

His head falls back against the headboard, allowing you the opportunity to examine him fully. The sheen of sweat that coats his chest, the ripples of muscles that flex with each tiny movement, the tattoos that adorn his body–the sight makes your mouth water.

“You wanna cum, yeah?” He questions, his eyes glued to yours already as you focus back on his face. A moment of whiny grunts has your legs shaking as he keeps the unyielding pace fucking up into you. “Fucking ride me like a cowgirl, darlin’.”

Lifting your hips and starts to glide up and down his pulsating cock, desperate mewls following from your lips. “Yes, fuck, yes.” You moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

Matty dances his hands up your body, cupping each breast with his hands. You already felt so full, this angle making him even deeper than before.

“Keep fuckin’ me, darlin’.” He instructs, “just like this—perfect.” Leaving one hand on your breast, he trails the other to the small of your back, guiding your hips to a steady rhythm. “Shit, fuck.” He grunts out, “Make me cum, honey. Let me cum inside you—shit—please.” He said, half begging, wet lips parted as your soaking cunt clenches around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” You admit, eyes finding his, for solace. “Oh my god.”

“I’ve gotcha, baby..” He coos, like his own climax edging on the breaking point. You all but fall on top of him, hips rolling against his own as your mouth finds his. Both of your lips are more pliable this time, moving in tandem as your highs reach their peak. The only sound around you is skin against skin, and puffs of breath against one another, both of you refusing to part.

“Fuck, c’mon drain my cock, darlin’—shit.” He hisses, his muscles tightening. A loud whine emanates from his throat, mixed with a raspy groan of curse words. You could feel him release inside of you, warm thick ropes of cum coating your walls. His dick desperately throbbed and twitched with each unearthly feeling of pleasure. Still, his hips worked up inside of you, sloppy and offbeat as his fingers dug into your skin.

“Goddamn.” He moans as his body finally relaxes. Your name dripping from his tongue is enough to pull you over the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” You cry, the cowboy hat falling over your eyes, and your stomach burning as the waves of your orgasm crash over.

His arms wrap around your torso as you melt into his body, his shoulder knocking off the hat completely. You can hear mumbles of words that he’s whispering in your ear, but can’t make them out.

You aren’t sure how long you laid like that; on top of him and fucked out of your mind. It was long enough for your body to cool, the breeze from Matty’s open window a welcomed feeling. As you finally came to your senses, you could feel his fingertips rubbing soft circles on the small of your back.

“There you are,” he whispers, and you manage to lift your head to meet his gaze. His lips are pulled up into a lazy grin, “you alright, darlin’?”

You don’t say anything, still too much in a daze to form words. Your mind was on autopilot, trying to process everything that you just fucked a complete stranger—in a fucking cowboy hat—and it was the best sex of your entire life.

“You’re…speechless.” He chuckles, “You’re really giving my ego a boost right now..” A playful scoff comes from under you, and you can’t help but smile. You let out a breathy laugh, “No, it’s just…that was…”

“Yeah?” He teases, tapping his finger underneath your chin. “It was what?”

“I don’t even have words to describe it.” You admit, your cheeks warm as you look up into his eyes. “I don’t know how I’m ever gonna top that.”

The two of you exploded in a fit of unrestrained laughter, your voices ringing across the air. You shared a moment that seemed to last forever, and when it was over he broke the silence with those idiotic words. “Same time next week, yeah?” He asked light-heartedly.

Without hesitation, you leaned into him and kissed his nose, then down his cheekbone until you could reach around to place the hat on top of his head. Your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke. “Same time next week, cowboy.”

You both kept your promises. Your excitement couldn’t be contained as you anticipated the upcoming performances and what was to follow afterwards.

Tonight was no exception.

As your fingers danced on the strings of your guitar, birthing the notes of your closing song, a familiar figure began to take form at the fringes of your vision. Emerging from the cavernous shadows cast by the dimmed stage lights, came Matty.

His signature black cowboy hat sat cockily on his head, casting a mysterious shadow over his sharp features. The thin gold chain that adorned his neck, a stark contrast against the black fabric of his shirt. A lazy trail of smoke curled upwards from the cigarette wedged between his lips, weaving ethereal patterns in the air before dissipating into nothingness.

His lips curled up into a self-assured smirk as his gaze met yours, sending a wink through the hazy air between you. The silent message in that simple gesture was clear—a shared secret. Effortlessly, he sauntered towards his usual spot at the bar, each step echoing the rhythm of your pounding heart.

Your voice came strong and clear, the words resonating through the room. You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on his image, as he took a slow sip from his glass.

The thought of him, the feel of him… it was all you could think about.

“Got a .45 on him. And he pushin’ ‘bout a hundred and two. Always smokin’ somethin’, he ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’. ‘Cause he ain’t got nothin’ to lose. I got a thing for the wild ones.”

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byyourside28 · 11 months ago

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Both

Matty x Reader x Zayn

WC: 5.1K

Warning: Pure filth (3some, male and female oral, double penetration)

Summary: You take both of your boys.

A/N: I had to post this because of the stairway to the sky tour<333 and this isn't edited because I can't find the edited version so ignore the mistakes<33

The further I move down the hall, I can hear a soft beat coming from my home studio where a light is filtered out from behind the slightly ajar door. I knock twice with my knuckles before pushing the door open, Zayn’s head snapping to me instantly.

Sending Zayn a smirk as I lean against the door frame as he watches me. His eyes roam up and down my body and it only takes a second of him staring before he looks away, pausing the beat before turning his chair and facing me fully.

“Well...Didn’t you say I could I can use the studio whenever?” He questions with an almost knowing smirk on his lips. “Why’re you up, petal?”

“Maybe because someone decided to break in and mess with my equipment?” I trail off, picking at a nonexistent fuzz on my cotton shorts while trying to hold back a smile.

Zayn raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider before spinning back around to the computer. “I did not break in; I simply took advantage of your negligence. Besides, I couldn't resist the temptation of this beautiful studio.”

I push off the door frame and walk further into the room. “Well, you better have made something amazing to compensate for your trespassing.”

“C’mere and you can hear for yourself.” Zayn turns in his chair, patting his lap invitingly. I raise an eyebrow at his gesture, a cheeky smile playing at the corners of my lips. Slowly, I saunter over to him, my steps deliberate and calculated. As I approach, Zayn's eyes never waver from mine, a silent challenge passing between us.

Zayn’s arms snake around my waist, pulling me down and onto his lap before turning back to the soundboard. His hand reaches out to press a few keys, and the beat that had been paused earlier begins to play through the speakers. The room is instantly filled with a pulsating rhythm, vibrating through my body but I can’t even focus on the beat.

My gaze is magnetically drawn to his hand, the canvas of his sun-kissed skin is a tapestry, cloaked in an interwoven narrative of ink. His veins rise like secret pathways—untamed rivers mapping their path up the landscape of his arms. Even from this distance, I could almost taste the bitter tinge of ink on his skin and it has me clenching my thighs, unintentionally squirming on Zayn’s lap.

“Everything okay, petal?” Zayn purrs against the shell of my ear and the vibrations of his voice have me gripping onto his thigh. “Like the song?”

“It’s perfect.” I reply tightly, swallowing harshly as I try to regain control of my racing pulse. Zayn's hand tightens around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. “I might just have to forgive you for trespassing.” I tease, running my fingers lightly over the intricate tattoos adorning his skin.

Each stroke of my fingertips elicits a reaction from Zayn, a subtle twitch or a suppressed gasp. He tries to hide it, but I can feel his body betray him under me. His lips ghost along my upper jaw, sending shivers down my spine, as he whispers, "I knew you'd like it." The words melt into my skin, igniting a fire within me.

I tilt my head, pretending to ponder his words. "Well, I suppose you do have a knack for knowing what I like," I say playfully.

Before I could even take a single breath, he turns my body to face him, my thighs straddling his lap, his hands gripping my hips firmly. The beat continues to thump in the background, a soundtrack to the rising tension between us.

With each of my hands gently cradling the sides of his neck, my thumbs softly drifting over the crimson tattoo designs etched there. Engulfed by an enigmatic allure, their stark vibrancy popped against the backdrop of his skin.

Zayn's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek. “You know, I can't help but wonder what other things I know about you,” he murmurs huskily, his fingers lightly pushing up my shirt, grazing the skin on my lower back.

A playful smirk dances on my lips as I lean in, brushing my nose against his. “Oh really? And what other secrets have you uncovered, Mr. Malik?” I tease.

Zayn chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Well, let's just say I've discovered a few interesting pieces of information...”

I nibble on my bottom lip, arching an eyebrow. “Is that so? And what have you found out?”

His grip on my hips tightens ever so slightly, his eyes burning into mine. “Oh, petal,“ he whispers huskily, sending shivers down my spine. “Is your pussy so greedy that my cock isn’t enough for her?”

I take a sharp intake of breath, caught off guard by his words. Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I refuse to let him see me flustered. Instead, I lean back slightly, maintaining eye contact as I respond with a coy smile as I run my fingertips lightly along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble beneath my touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo—”

The words barely leave my lips before Zayn’s hand was gripping my neck pulling me to him, his fingers applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of electricity through my body.

His voice is low and seductive as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine. “Don't play games with me, petal,” he whispers, “You know exactly what I'm talking about.”

I bite my lip, unsure whether to resist or surrender to the intoxicating power he holds over me. “Z...”

“My cock s’not enough, huh?” Zayn's lip curls upward, a bitter twist to his mouth. He leans back, his grip never loosening. “You let Healy taste what’s mine, didn’t you?” he asked in a low growl, each word slicing through the air like a blade honed with possessiveness.

“W-w-what... I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stuttered. “Matty and I are just friends,” I insist, my voice wavering slightly. Zayn's eyes narrow as he releases his grip on my neck, his gaze piercing into mine.

“Are we just friends, sweetheart?”

Matty's voice startles me, causing me to jump slightly. I glance over Zayn’s head to see him standing in the doorway. An unexpected urge to hide the fact that I was on Zayn's lap flares up inside me, and I quickly attempt to get off him. However, he keeps his grip on my hips tightly, not letting me go.

My face turns redder by the second as I try to come up with something to say, but Matty's smirk only grows wider. "What are you doing here?" I manage to squeak out.

“Zayn invited me, babe.” Matty laughs, shaking his head at me. His gaze flickers between Zayn and me before settling on me curiously. “You share us...So why can’t we do the same?”

“Such a fuckin’ slut,” Zayn muses, his fingertips ghosting over the expanse of my thighs, “isn’t she, Matty?”

Matty smirks, his face void of any emotion besides lust and approval. “Yeah? I’m not so sure, Malik.” His breaths are heavy as he moved around the side of the bed, stroking his finger against and up, my body. His movements are slow and intentional. I need more.

I try to move closer towards Matty’s fingers, but Zayn’s grip on my legs is relentless. He urges me to part them. “Why don’t you show him, petal.”

The two of them watch me intently as I part my legs, the breeze on my swollen clit causing me to bite back a moan. “Please,” I choke out, fisting my hands on the sheets in desperation.

“Please?” Matty mocks, his smirk growing as he stalks closer, his fingertip dancing alongside Zayn’s and up the curve of my body. “Please, what?” His fingers grip onto my jaw, pulling me eyes so they land on him.

“Please, sir.”

Matty laughs, “So fuckin’ pathetic.” He leans close, his nose brushing against mine as he looks into my eyes. His expression is soft—like melted chocolate. “You can beg better than that, sweetheart.”

I can’t help but whine, but that only entices Matty and Zayn further. Zayn chuckles, a dark and daring sound deep from his throat, as he snakes his hand between my thighs. “You want us to touch you, correct?” He earns another groan from me as his finger just barely misses my clit. “You have to be a good girl and do as we say. Understand?”

“Yes.” I answer meekly, and attempt to move my hips for any form of relief.

This doesn’t sit well with Matty. He used his hand to push down on my stomach, anchoring my hips down to the bed under me. “We didn’t fucking say you could move, did we?”

“Matty—please, I need you.”

He pouts his lower lip, and shakes his head. “You need me?” Turning to look over his shoulder, he gestures with a jerk of his neck, “Or you need him? Which one, sweetheart?”

My mind is reeling as the pressure on my stomach lightens, and Matty moves his hands up the center of my abdomen towards my chest. His fingertip brushes underneath my tit. “Words, sweetheart. Tell us which one you want.”

Which one do I want?

Zayn is fucking beautiful. His tanned skin is so golden, it feels like I’m staring at the sun itself. The sharp angles of his facial structure make him look like an angel. But when he smiles, he has this wicked little glint in his eye that makes my heart skip a beat.

Then there’s Matty. His face is gorgeous—his cheekbones are high and defined, accentuated by his pale skin, giving off a soft glow from within. His eyelashes are dark, and his lips, full and soft—so kissable. Just thinking about his lips makes my brain melt.

“Both. I want you both.” My voice cracks on the last word. It sounds needy even to my own ears. They laugh in unison, and then turn to each other.

“There’s my slutty little princess.” Zayn coos mockingly, his index finger dipping into my folds —up and down, up and down until I’m squirming beneath him, begging for more. His gaze flickers between my parted legs, and a smug smirk spreads across his face. With a seductive glint in his eyes, he holds up his soaked fingers to Matty, “Think she can take us both?”

A pitiful whine travels from my lips at the thought of both of them being inside me. How my pussy would be stretched wide open, how my body would scream in pleasure and pain as their cocks pounded into me. How my pussy would tremble, begging for relief.

With a nod from Matty, he takes one of Zayn’s fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking it, moaning at the taste before releasing the digit with a pop. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin that sweet little cunt.”

It’s all I can do to keep silent; not only am I too turned on to speak, the two men’s combined attention is enough to leave me breathless. But what I don’t expect is to watch their lips crash together, kissing feverishly and roughly, tongues meeting in sloppy, wet movements.

Sitting up on my elbows, I watch the scene before me, the room swirling in a hazy blur as my mind tries to catch up with the intensity of my two favorite men.

Matty's strong hand grips the back of Zayn's neck, while Zayn's arm slides around Matty's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing against each other, molding to fit every curve and contour.

A low moan escapes from Zayn's lips, muffled by the fervent kiss, and I can’t help but let out a pathetic whine at the sight. The sound has them breaking away, eyes gliding to me. “What’s that? We couldn’t hear you.”

Zayn cocks his head slightly, waiting for an answer I refuse to give him. After a moment of silence, he’s reaching for Matty once more, his hand wrapping around his slender throat as their lips crash together. Matty melts into his touch, his hand lifting to hold onto Zayn’s jaw.

I can’t help but watch in awe, my own body reacting to theirs as soft moans fall from their lips. My thighs tighten together and my chest rises and falls rapidly.

Their lips move in tandem; both of them are somewhere between begging and pleading, between moaning and growling into each other's mouths with desperation. Matty was the first one to break away. He stands from the bed, stripping away the shirt from his torso and tossing it to the side of the room.

He motions for Zayn to do the same. He starts unzipping his trousers, keeping his eyes on me, and drops the trousers to the ground. My eyes are trained on Matty as he stands in front of me, clad in only a dark pair of boxers.

“Over here, darlin’.” Zayn speaks up, standing on the opposite side of me. My eyes flash towards him, nearly drooling at the sight. He also stood in only boxers, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“Can you please?” My voice trembles on the edge of desperation as I beseech them, my words hanging heavy in the charged atmosphere. They remain silent, their searing gazes never faltering from mine. Matty, his body radiating hunger, kneels on the mattress, his hand gripping my leg and pulling me towards him.

“Matty... please.” I whimper, my gaze locked with his, pleading for him to ignite the fire within me.

Fucking hell, I’ll take anything at this point.

Matty starts to answer, his lips parting slightly but Zayn intervenes swiftly, “Can we what?” His tone commanding, brushing Matty’s hand away from my ankle with an assertiveness that sends a shiver down my spine as I sit up on my elbows. Our brows furrow in unison at Zayn's interruption.

“Please, just touch me.” I whine as Zayn forcefully positions Matty on the ground before him on his knees.

“Please?” My plea is desperate now as I strive to provoke a response from them. “Please, Zayn. Please,” I become insistent, the threat of tears brimming in my eyes heightening the intensity of the situation. My hands ball into fists and twist into the sheets beside me as Zayn's fingers knot in Matty's curls—a move that prompts a closed-eyed hum of pleasure from Matty. “I’ll do anything.”

“No.” Zayn's words cut through the thick silence as he tugged back Matty’s head with an authoritative yank. “You’re gonna stay quiet and watch. Understand?”

This new position offers an enticing view of Matty's neck—its delicious landscape peppered with dark stubble just begging for my teeth to stake their claim on it. I run my tongue over my plumped bottom lip, picturing how godly it would feel to nip at his succulent, pale skin above his throbbing pulse.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Matty murmurs with a hint of promise, his words melting into a low moan when Zayn tightens his grip around his hair, “You’ll get your turn.”

Zayn's eyes dancing between Matty and I. “Who said she’d get a turn, hmm?” He teases, raising a brow at me before turning to Matty, “Who said you get to stop?”

Matty’s eyes glint at Zayn’s tone, “Drop the tone, yeah?” His hands playing with the elastic band of Zayn’s boxers, his index finger hooking under it. “I’ll give you what you want.” A quick yank of the material and Zayn’s boxers fall to his ankles, revealing his hard cock. The ruby red tip bubbled with precum at the slit, slowly dripping down before Matty catches it with the tip of his tongue.

Matty’s eyes never leave mine for a second as his mouth slowly descends to Zayn’s cock, his hand wrapping around the base for support. The way he takes him in slow and deep, my breath hitches imperceptibly. I can see the muscles tense in Zayn's neck and thighs as his eyes flutter shut. Matty repeats this teasing torture until Zayn can no longer hold back.

“Fuck—look at you, Healy. Who knew you were such a fuckin’ cock slut?” Zayn chuckles, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. But Matty doesn't falter, continuing to work his magic, his lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum.

As I watch the two of them, I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins. I'm overwhelmed by the sight of Matty sucking Zayn's cock so expertly, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and heavy. My hand travels down my stomach to my wet core, my index finger teasingly tracing circles on my clit.

The sounds of Matty’s wet mouth sliding up and down Zayn’s cock fill the room and I whimper, my arousal almost unbearable. I try to focus on their passionate display, willing them to notice my desperation clusters at the base of my throat, but they continue to ignore me, consumed by their own pleasure.

Matty's lips glide up Zayn's shaft, trailing along the underside, and then he engulfs him once again, sucking harder this time. My breath catches in my throat, and I thrust two fingers inside my weeping cunt, imagining it's both of their cocks inside me, pulsing, throbbing and stretching me out in a way I’ve never felt before.

Zayn yanks Matty by his curls, forcing his head to look in my direction. “Look at our fuckin’ little slut. So fuckin’ desperate, isn’t she? Fingering her slutty little cunt like it’s comparable to us, huh?”

“Please—please! S’need my boys.” The whimper that leaves my mouth makes me sound like a lost lamb, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But I don't care, the need is too intense. I pull my fingers away and lick them clean, wanting to taste the wetness they caused.

Matty hums out, “Maybe we should give her what she wants...” He places his lips around Zayn’s leaking tip, giving it a quick and hard suck before releasing him with a pop, and standing up from his knees. Matty’s hands grip the back of Zayn’s neck, their lips colliding with a force that

sends shockwaves through my entire body. I watch in fascination as their tongues entwined, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

“Give our girl what she wants, hmm?” Matty growls, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to address Zayn.

Zayn, with a smirk, turns his attention back to me. “You want that, petal?” He steps closer, his hard cock bobbing in front of me, and I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation.

“Yes...Yes, please. Need it.”

Both of the men laugh as Zayn positions himself next to me and Matty stands at the foot of the bed. Matty doesn't break his gaze from us as he slowly pulls down his boxers, revealing his toned and sculpted thighs. My eyes trace every contour and muscle, captivated by the sight. Zayn watches him lustfully as he does so, their connection palpable.

Matty smirks at me and climbs onto the bed at my feet, spreading my legs wide as he kneels between them. “Look how wet you are, Sweetheart.” He groans out before his tongue tracing the outline of my pussy lips before dipping inside, tasting the sweetness that's dripping from my hole.

Matty uses both of his thumbs to pull me apart as he mutters, “So pretty—so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart.” He harshly spits directly on my engorged clit. My hips jerk upward as a shudder runs through me. He groans against my folds, his tongue dancing faster and delving deeper as he works me open, filling me with longing and need.

“You like the way his tongue feels, petal?” Zayn whispers in the shell of my ear. I almost forgot he was even in the room but I’m quickly reminded as his forefinger and thumb tweak at my left pebbled nipple.

“Shit!” I cry out as Matty’s thick fingers find their way inside my hole, stretching me wider until both are buried inside me with a single thrust.

Zayn grins wickedly, his cock twitching with anticipation. "You want it, don't you, petal?" he growls, leaning down to nibble on my earlobe. I nod vigorously, my eyes locked on Matty's skilled fingers working my pussy.

Meanwhile, Matty is still going to town on my clit, his skilled tongue flicking and dancing, while his fingers thrust in and out of my core. My entire body is trembling with pleasure, and I can feel the orgasm building up inside me like a tidal wave.

“Enough.” Zayn calls out, “She doesn’t get to cum unless she’s wrapped around both of us.”

Matty pulls his face from my cunt, his pink lips now a deep shade of red and soaked with my wetness along with his chin slick. He looks up at Zayn with an almost hungry expression, his brown eyes glistening under the dim light. “How you wanna do this, Z?” Matty questions.

Zayn effortlessly pulls me on top of him, our chests pressed together as our eyes lock. “Straddle me, petal.” he commands softly.

Matty's touch is gentle yet firm as his hands wrap around my hips, guiding me onto my knees. My hands tremble slightly as they press on either side of Zayn's head, supporting me in this position. Matty’s hand caresses the skin at my hip as Zayn’s hand reaches in between us, gripping his cock, teasingly tapping my pussy.

“You sure?” Zayn whispers, his voice velvety smooth. Matty chimes in, “You’re in control, Sweetheart.”

Looking over my shoulder at Matty, I nod. “Yes, I’m sure.”

I want this. I want both of them.

“Same time, yeah?” Zayn mutters out as I lower my head into his neck, dropping to my forearms. The stretch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, it’s almost painful as both of their thick tips push past the muscles of my opening in unison.

I scream out in sheer agony and ecstasy, tears streaming down my cheeks as they solidify their claim on me. "Oh fuck," I moan out. This is beyond anything I've ever felt before; it’s intense and primal. My body trembles beneath them both as they take over control, their movements perfectly in sync with each other.

“Fuck! Take it all.” Matty groans out as they both bottom out. Zayn grunts out at the feeling of Matty’s cock sliding against his and my walls clench around both of them. “Our girl feels fuckin’ phenomenal.”

As the room fills with their lust-filled moans and pants, I feel my mind going hazy from the intensity of it all. “S’full. Feel so f-full, God!” I don’t even recognize my own voice as I cry out, the sensations overwhelming me completely.

“You good, petal?” Zayn asks gently, his tone a perfect blend of concern and desire. I nod, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah... Ju— just give me sec.” Pulling myself from Zayn’s neck.

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart,” Matty assures me gently, his hand tracing soothing patterns on my lower back. I let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the intensity of being stretched this wide.

My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a soft moan as I focus on the feeling of their bodies surrounding mine. Every touch, and every movement seems ignite a fire within me, leaving me yearning for more.

“C-can I try something else?”

Zayn raises an eyebrow, a devilish grin forming on his face. “Go ahead, petal. Whatever you want, we're here for you.”

I take a deep breath and gather my courage. Pushing myself from Zayn’s chest, both of them moan out at the feeling as I stand on my knees. My chest heaved at the feeling of the different position. Matty’s chest meets my back as I lean back into him, the warmth of his body something I can't get enough of.

Zayn’s hands cupped my breast, and the other gripping my hip. Matty follows suit, his muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Feel good?” Matty bites at my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down to my core.

“M’not gonna last long if you keep clenching, petal.” Zayn cries out gripping my tit and hip in a bruising manner.

"Please fuck me," I beg, my voice breathy with want as I arch my back to press my ass towards Matty's lap. "Fill me up.” I groan out in desperation.

Matty and Zayn nod in sync, their eyes locked on each other, as they watch me flex my hips to get them to move. Both of them pull out just to thrust back into my pussy at force, their cocks stretching me once again with ease.

"You're so tight," Zayn grunts out between his thrusts. "So damn tight." Matty growls in agreement, "Fuck yeah," before he kisses his way down my jawline to my collarbone and continues to pump into me relentlessly. Their pace quickens until they are slamming into me without mercy, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

My pussy is on fire; it feels like it's gonna split in two by these two men who own me completely. The smell of our arousal fills the air and makes me even more turned on than before; it's intoxicating. Their skin slaps against mine in perfect harmony with each thrust.

I moaned loudly as Matty’s teeth gently nipped my earlobe, his rough hands tugging on my hair. His cock was still sliding in and out of me, harder and faster now. Matty's hips began to pick up the pace too, his hot breath fanning over my neck.

The feeling of both of them inside me was incredible, my body trembling with pleasure. I could feel their sweat mixing with mine, both of them panting heavily. Both of them were entering me at the same speed, and after only a few minutes my vision was going blurry.

“God sweetheart, y’so fucking tight,” I heard Matty huff out from behind me. I can see Zayn smirk in front of me, his hands reaching down to play with my puffy little clit. “Holy fuck,” Matty growled out, “You're so wet,” he added between thrusts, licking his lips subconsciously.

“Z-zayn...” I whined out. After one last lift of my hips, I was out of energy to continue riding Zayn. He thrust up into me only moments later, and it felt even better now that they were doing the work.

"Oh fuck," Zayn huffs as driving his cock deeper with every thrust. The head of their cocks hits my g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Zayn’s hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me down onto him as he pumps faster. He growls out, "Feels so fucking good."

“Can feel y’squeezin’ us petal, y’gonna cum already?” All I could do was nod, my head too hazy to respond. “Go on petal, y’deserve it.”

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum around our cocks,” Matty asks against my ear, nipping lightly. “Soak us, sweetheart. You can do it— you can take it.” I moan in reply, unable to form words as they take me over the edge together. They are in sync like a well-oiled machine, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm with each thrust and moan filling the air around us.

I fall to Zayn’s chest as my whole body shakes, my pussy squeezing their cocks so hard it pushes them out of me. My pussy clenches reflexively around the empty space left by their withdrawal. The sound of liquid splashing onto our bodies filled the room.

Matty grips both his and Zayn's throbbing cocks in one hand, roughly rubbing my sensitive clit with the slick heads. A loud moan escapes my lips as the wet slaps of their skin against mine become faster and more forceful, echoing throughout the room.

“That's it, baby,” Matty growls, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Let go. Drench us with your cum."

They both plunge back inside me simultaneously, their cocks filling me up once again. The feeling of being stretched wide open is overwhelming, almost too much for me to handle, but I know that I am safe with them, my two protectors. They slide in and out of me, the rhythm getting harder, faster, more unforgiving.

My eyelids flutter, feeling as though I have drifted into a realm beyond reality. Even in my hazy state, I can sense Matty and Zayn's breath against the crook of my neck.

“S’good.”

“Gonna fill you to the brim, S’promise.”

“Our girl.”

I don’t know who’s saying what at this point. All I know is that as the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can feel Matty's and Zayn's cocks pulsating inside me, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. Their thrusts grow more and more erratic, their bodies becoming one with mine in this ecstatic embrace.

“I’m cummin’,” Matty growled deep in his throat, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending shivers down my spine. And not even a second later I could feel Matty’s hot ropes of cum filling my tight hole. But Zayn showed no signs of slowing down, thrusting deeper and harder until he too reached his climax, coating my sensitive walls in a thick layer of white.

I can feel my body being moved, hear voices and gasps, and see flashes of light, but I am lost in the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with their cum.

But I never want this to end—the feeling of being loved and cared for by my boys.

As I lay there, half-conscious, surrounded by Matty and Zayn, I felt their hearts beating on either side of me. The warmth of their cum spills out of me and the smell of our sweaty, mingled bodies fills the air. Their hands gently stroke my skin, calming me.

“Are you okay, petal?” Zayn whispers, his voice rough and tender.

In response, I only need to let out a contented sigh, my eyes fluttering open to look into the smoky depths of Zayn's gaze. The corners of his mouth curve into a warm smile, and I can sense the relief washing over him. Matty leans down, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and steady.

“Think I love the both of you.”

Matty chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my thigh. “Fucked ya that good, hmm?” he murmurs, pride evident in his tone. "We're here to give you everything you deserve."

Zayn's lips brush against my forehead as he whispers, "You're our girl. Always, petal.”

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Soft Sound—Part 5

Tattoo artist Matty X OC

Summary: Two significantly different people, yet somehow intertwined as one. Matty's rough exterior is softened by Delilah's sweet nature, and Delilah's shyness is emboldened by Matty's confident demeanor. Together, they create a dynamic that seems like a match made in heaven. Or is it?

WC: 8K

Warning: The use of Google Translate and Smut (male receiving oral)

MASTER LINK PART 4

Delilah's pov

Take a deep breath, and try to gain some composure.

It's just Matty and George.

But I know the other two will be here. Ross and Adam. No big deal, right? Wrong. Matty speaks of them so highly, and I can't help but feel nervous. They are not just friends; they’re brothers.

I can feel my hands shaking as I push through the door, the bell signalling my arrival, immediately hit with the smell of ink and rubbing alcohol, and the buzz of the tattoo gun fills the room. A man turns around from behind the front counter with a soft smile. “Welcome,” he says quietly.

“Hi,” I respond, my voice barely audible as I walk up to the counter. “I'm here to see Matty.“

“You must be Delilah.” He says, stretching his hand to shake mine, “I'm Adam but you can call me Hann. Either one.” My anxiety starts to ease a little as I smile back at him, gripping his hand in my own. “Nice to meet you, Adam.“

“He's in the back with Ross and George, working on a tattoo still, C'mon, I’ll walk you back there.” He motions for me to follow him, and we walk to the back of the room, where I see Matty, focusing on the intricate details of the tattoo gun as he moves it around the man's skin effortlessly. I'm assuming Ross is standing off to the side cleaning a Station.

Adam clears his throat, the sound of it immediately catching Matty's attention, his eyes glancing over me quickly before focusing back on the tattoo. “Hey, Sweetheart.” He replies softly, “I'm runnin' a bit behind.” His voice is low and deep as he continues his work.

Ross turns to me and smiles, “Delilah, it's good to meet you finally.” His voice is warm and inviting, and his smile is even more prominent as he steps towards me, towering over me before wrapping his arms around me in a hug. “I’m Ross.“

I sigh, relieved my initial worries were for nothing, as I smile back, returning the hug. “Nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you and Adam from this one.” Pulling away and gesturing to Matty.

Ross laughs, “Same here. All Matty does is talk about you.” He winks at me before looking at Matty, and I can feel my cheeks heat up, a blush spreading along my cheeks.

“Fuck off, Ross!” Matty scolds him playfully as he pulls away from the tattoo, wiping the area with a cloth.

“It's True! Delilah this, Delilah that. Look what Delilah texted me. All day, every day.” Adam laughs, and I can't help but join in. “Please, make him stop!“

“What is so funny?” George saunters in from the back hall, his playful grin lighting up the room as his eyes lock onto me.

“Just teasing poor Matty about Delilah here,” Ross chimes in, his tone dripping with humor.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up empty-handed,” George sing-songs, “Where are my cupcakes, Lilah? You promised.“

I roll my eyes and retort with a chuckle, “Oops. They slipped my mind. If you want cupcakes that bad, you can go get them.” I say teasingly. George extends his hand, demanding, “Keys.” I rummage through my bag, find the store keys, and playfully toss them to him.

“Here, you big baby. You better lock up this time.“ George catches the keys with a smirk, “Yeah, yeah. I forget one time, and you hold it over my head.“

“I could have been robbed, you ass!” I laugh, shaking my head. George gives an exaggerated eye roll,

“Who would rob 'Sweetly sugared'? Everyone loves you.” Adam and Ross laugh in agreement.

“Ha ha,” I reply dryly. George turns to Matty, with a smirk on his face, “Bet she wouldn’t forget your cupcakes,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

My cheeks redden in embarrassment, and I can feel Matty's eyes on me, I clear my throat, trying to control my emotions. “Did you finish that thing, George?” Matty interrupts, shifting his gaze back to his client's arm, and George lets out a laugh as he nods his head.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion and look at George as he leaves, stopping at the door, “Delilah, I’m getting extra since you ‘forgot’!” The room erupts in laughter as he makes his way to the front.

“Fuckin' lock up, George,” Matty shouts as he wipes the excess ink and bandages it up, a smile peeking through his lips. Matty stands up and snaps his gloves off, “Thanks for coming in, man. Follow me to the front, and I’ll get you sorted.”

The man nods slowly and stands up, making his way to the front of the shop. He is cautious in his movements as if he isn't used to having two legs again. As he passes me, Matty stops, leans over, and kisses the top of my head. “Be right back, Darlin'.”

Leaving the three of us alone. Ross looks at me critically, “You know, he talks about you constantly. Seriously, please make him stop.” Adam and I laugh, I shake my head, looking down at the ground as I feel my cheeks flush. I can still feel Adam's gaze on me, and I look back up at him, his expression soft.

“With the amount he talks about you, he never mentioned that you owned Sweetly Surgared.” Adam speaks quietly, a small smile forming on his lips. “Carly, my fiancée and I are getting our wedding cake from you.“

My eyes widen, and I smile, and my cheeks become even brighter, “Oh my gosh, you that Adam! She was completely gushing over you when she came in.“

Adam lets out a laugh, “That sounds like her. We’re really looking forward to the cake. We heard great things about it.”

“Completely biased, I'm sure, but thank you,” I reply, looking at him and Ross. “Now I know all of you are going to try it. It's a little nerve-wracking. A lot of weight riding on it now.”

“Don't worry,” Ross speaks up, “You've got this. I'm sure your cake will be one of the highlights of the wedding!”

“Thanks, Ross,” I murmur, and Adam and Ross smile at each other. The feeling of relief washes over me as I see them smiling back at me. I can't help but grin in response.

Suddenly, Matty comes back in, and my eyes dart to him, and my heart picks up its pace as he approaches us. His eyes find mine, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

“Sorry about that.” His voice is husky and low, and I can't help but bite my lip, feeling my body respond to his touch. Matty pulls back, cupping my cheeks in his hands, “I thought I would be finished by the time you got here.“

“It’s okay,” I try to say, but Matty cuts me off with a kiss. His rough lips against mine make me moan softly, lost in the moment until Ross interrupts with a teasing shout.

“Get a room, you two!” Ross's voice reverberates through the air as he bursts into laughter. Matty's lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk as he pulled away from me, “Jealous much? Don't worry, someday you'll find someone too.“

Ross scoffed in response, “Oh please, I could have anyone I want. I just choose to be single.“

Matty's lips part to speak, but Adam claps his hands together, drawing our attention. “Alright, lovebirds. As much as I enjoy all of this, I’m ready to head home. I'll see you guys later.”

“Can you give me a lift, Hann?” Ross asks, slipping into his jacket. Adam nods silently.

Matty leans over and plants a swift kiss on my cheek before pivoting towards the others. It leaves behind a soft tingle like sparks from a fireplace popping onto bare skin, “Lock up on your way out, yeah?”

“Absolutely,” Adam replies, stretching his arms until his joints crack. “Catch you guys later.”

As Adam and Ross make their way towards the door, Matty turns to me, holding out his hand, “C’mon, sweetheart.“

I follow closely behind Matty, feeling his hand tightly gripping mine. My heart is pounding in my chest as we climb the stairs to his apartment, my mind racing with a million thoughts. When we reach the top of the stairs, Matty leads me into his apartment, and I am immediately enveloped in the comforting scent of him. His place is so neat and organised, and I can't help but admire how everything is arranged. It's like a puzzle where every piece fits perfectly.

Matty pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I can feel his breath on my neck. “I'm sorry about kissing you in front of everyone,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin. “Couldn't help myself.“

“It's fine,” I breathe out, leaning into his embrace. “You shouldn't apologise when you have no reason to.”

He chuckles, “True. And...” he trails off, placing another lingering kiss on my neck.

“And?” I ask as we pull apart, and Matty rests his forehead against mine. “What is it?” I ask curiously.

“I have a surprise for you,” Matty grins at me mischievously, his hands tightening on my waist. “But you have to close your eyes.“ I feel a shiver run down my spine at his words, my heart racing excitedly. “Okay,” I say, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Matty gently guides me the next thing I know, his hands warm and heavy on my waist. My feet are unsure as they take each step, but I feel a sense of comfort knowing that Matty is there to guide me.

Finally, we stop, and Matty gently kisses my forehead. “Okay, open your eyes.”

As I open my eyes, I laugh at the sight before me. His kitchen counter is littered with baking ingredients. He smiles at my reaction, “Since you took over our last date-which was my idea. I planned a new one.”

“Wha-”

“You mangled my arm. So now you are gonna teach me how to bake, sweetheart.” Matty grins at me, his eyes filled with determination.

I can't help but laugh at his words, and I shake my head at him, “You're impossible, you know that?“

Matty arches his brows. “You just watch; I'm going to out-perform you by a mile.”

I laugh, unable to resist the playful challenge in his voice, “I doubt-”

Matty interrupts me, backing up and placing his hand on his hip, “Oh please, don't underestimate me.”

I scoot closer to him and rake my fingers through his dark curls. “I think that you’d be good at baking, Maybe.” I bite my lip and smile at him as he looks down at me, “I'll go easy on you. We can do something simple.”

“What do you have in mind?“

I exhale and twirl his hair around my fingers as I think through the options. “I can make pretty much everything. You decide.”

I say this, and Matty looks completely lost; watching him with amusement, I decide to give him a hand, “We can make anything you want. Brownies, cake, cookies, cupcakes, macaroons, meringue…”

He visibly considers the options, “Which one is the hardest to fuck up? The simplest?“

I chuckle softly at his question, “Probably brownies or cookies. Both are easy, ‘Mr Don't underestimate me.’”

“Cookies it is.” Rolling his eyes at me before tightening his grasp around my waist, “But you're going to have to show me how to make them step by step.“

“I'll be your personal baking coach,” I reply, “First thing you need to do is preheat the oven to 355 degrees.”

“Got it.” Matty nods, and I watch as he turns on the oven and sets it to the correct temperature. I go to the fridge, remove the essential ingredients: eggs and butter, and place them on the counter. Matty looks at the ingredients, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why do we need eggs and butter? I thought we were making cookies.”

I chuckle, “Don't worry, those are the basic ingredients for any kind of cookie. We'll add light brown sugar, vanilla extract, and flour next.”

I separate the wet and dry mixes into two piles and then turn to Matty, ready to instruct him. Instead, I find him staring at me with an intense gaze, his lips slightly parted. My cheeks flush at the look, and I clear my throat, “This is super easy to make, Matty. All we need to do is mix the wet ingredients with the sugar and the dry ingredients in separate bowls, then combine and add the chocolate chips.”

“Sounds simple enough.” He smirks at me, but his eyes flicker with a hint of nervousness.

I laugh and say, “But it’s not as simple as you think it is. First, you have to pay attention. Any mistake in the measurements or the order in which you combine the ingredients will alter the texture of the dough.”

I grab two large bowls from the cupboard above the counter attached to the wall, “You don’t wanna say that you failed your first time making chocolate chip cookies, even with a baker’s assistance, do you?”

“I couldn’t care less about the outcome so long as I’m here baking with you, sweetheart,” Matty mumbles as he watches me grab the utensils.

I meet his gaze, and he winks at me, approaching me slowly without breaking eye contact before putting one of his hands on my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I can smell his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes as he breathes against my body.

His hand lightly squeezes my waist, and his face is inches away from me, staring at the ingredients curiously, “Walk me through this, please.” Matty asks politely.

I tear my eyes away from him and face the ingredients, grabbing the white bowl and placing it before the dry ingredients. “So, we need to make sure to measure everything. The first thing on the list is the flour, 2 ¼ cups.”

Matty grabs the measuring cup, smirking before asking, “Can I measure it for you, Sweetheart?”

He hesitates and patiently waits for my consent, only proceeding with the measurements once I mumble yes. Matty leans over my body, and his arms box me in as he reaches for the flour.

My lower back feels the shape of his bulge pressing into me, and I unconsciously push back, causing Matty to drop the flour and send it flying all over us. He hurriedly grabs the bag and saves most of the flour, but it’s too late; we’re already covered in the white dust.

“Fuckin’ hell! I am so sorry!” He places the bag of flour back on the counter, and his cocky demeanor is gone. He looks terrified as if I’m about to yell at him, but I find it to be hilarious, and I can’t stop giggling, then sneezing as flour enters my nostrils.

Matty instantly calms down when he sees my reaction and starts laughing with me. Soon enough, we’re both in stitches, and any previous tension has dissipated. He looks down at himself, dusts himself off to no avail, and chuckles. “I guess you’re right about paying attention.”

He still looks ashamed, and I take his soft face into my hands and kiss him briefly, holding his face close to mine. “It’s alright. That’s happened to me more times than I could tell you.” I look away, laughing. “It still happens.”

Matty approaches the counter, and I watch as he correctly measures the flour, dumping it into the white bowl. “Now what?” I stand next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, glad not to have to do all the baking for once. It’s nice to simply act as an instructor. “A teaspoon of baking soda.“

He grabs the ring of measuring spoons and squints as he searches for the right one. Eventually, he finds the teaspoon, which he uses to scoop out some baking soda from the box and dump it into the white bowl.

Matty angles his head to look down at me; his dark, flour-covered curls frame his face, and white dust lines his eyelashes as he watches me with hooded eyes.

For a second, I wonder what I’d done to cause him to look at me like that, but when I suggest that he add half a teaspoon of salt, he bites his lip harshly, and his desire visibly deepens. I never would have predicted it, but he enjoys being bossed around.

My cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. His eyes were a rich brown that seemed to darken as he looked at me. I felt my heart quicken, my body tingle and all of my usual shyness melted away in the heat of the moment.

The way he’s looking at me lights me ablaze with desire, and I don’t want him to stop, so I continue to see how far it’ll go, “Get ¾ of a cup of butter and put it in the microwave for a minute. Think you can do that, sweetheart?” I say, mocking him as I lean back against the counter.

He narrows his eyes and licks his lips before grabbing the butter and throwing it into the measuring cup, which he tosses into the microwave and sets to one minute of heating. As soon as the butter starts melting in the microwave, he grabs me by my shirt and kisses me harshly.

I gasped against his lips as I was expecting him to continue to follow my orders, yet now his plump lips were attacking my own. “You think you're funny, huh?” He whispers harshly against my lips before pulling away and smirking at me, his hands still clasping my shirt tightly. I grab him by his curls and pull him against me, causing him to groan in pleasure as I reply, “Maybe.”

The microwave chimes and he takes a step back, breathing heavily with an intense stare. Matty removes the butter from the microwave and makes his way back over to me with barely-contained restraint. “What next?” he says in a deep, raspy voice.

My head spun, my throat felt dry, and my pulse raced. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down so that we could actually finish these goddamn cookies.

“Um…God, let me think. I’ve never forgotten this recipe before..” I trail off in thought, and he chuckles knowingly, which makes me determined not to let him steer me off course. “Put the butter into the brown bowl.”

He complies without any questions or complaints, which gratifies me in a way I’d rather not explain. “Put ¾ a cup of light brown sugar into the brown bowl,” I stand on my toes and lean in close, my lips brushing against his earlobe as I whisper, “Now.”

It was just how he looked at me suggestively, with flour coating his eyelashes. Cookies were the last thing on my mind, despite my passion for baking, because I was much more interested in the taste of his lips.

I took a deep breath and handed him the granulated sugar, gasping softly when our fingers touched. “Add half a cup of white sugar to the brown bowl.”

He smirked at me, measured the sugar, poured it into the bowl slowly, and maintained eye contact with me rebelliously.

My heart skipped a beat as I ran my hand through his curls and pulled them how I’d always wanted to. “Look at what you’re doing, not at me.” He laughed, I immediately blushed and covered my face in embarrassment, and he kissed me all over while chuckling. “Too much?” I squeaked beneath my hands.

“No,” he mumbled, fondly caressing my face, “It’s perfectly fine, Lilah. You’re adorable.“

I removed my hands from my face and saw that he was watching me fondly, with a soft smile. “That wasn’t what I was going for!“

Matty rolled his eyes and pecked my lips. “It was fuckin’ hot, though.” He motioned toward the ingredients and asked, “What now, sweetheart?“

Now that we had established that I was not a good actress, the rest of the baking went quite smoothly. I taught him how to separate egg yolks and egg whites, which resulted in him cutting his finger with the shell and me rushing to grab a napkin and dab the blood off. As someone who had been tattooed all over, he was used to blood and pain, and he barely reacted.

Once I’d cleaned his finger and kissed it fondly, he added an egg and an egg yolk into the wet ingredients and two teaspoons of vanilla extract. Once he’d done that, I put my hands on my hips and looked at him earnestly, causing him to look amusedly at me.

“Now this…You can’t tell anyone this. Do you have cornstarch?” I ask, and he points to the bottom cabinet next to the fridge. I remove cornstarch from the cabinet and place it in front of him. “It’s not even mentioned in any of the recipe books. It’s a generational secret.”

“Baker's have drama?” He leans on the counter and crosses his arms with an open-mouthed shock that’s feigned. “Who knew?“

I snort and measure a teaspoon and a half of cornstarch myself, adding it to the dry ingredients. This is too delicate to let him handle due to the exact amount of cornstarch impacting the chewiness of the cookies, which was essential. Obvivisly.

Matty watched me with interest, just like that day in the bakery when he first came in, and the same butterflies returned to my stomach. He was interested in everything I did and held space for them in a way nobody ever had before.

We share a silent smile while I mix the dry ingredients properly, and he takes note, mixing the wet ingredients. I take a step back, and he combines the two bowls, but he does it recklessly, and the dry ingredients splash into the bowl of wet ingredients, leaving a circular white stain on the counter and white powder in the air that leaves both of us coughing.

Matty picks up the whisk roughly and attacks the dough with it, attempting to integrate the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients. Still, he’s so characteristically rough that the white powder shifts outside of the bowl, causing me to stop him in his tracks.

“You need to do it gently,” I say as I hold his hand, pushing him back until he’s behind me, with his tattooed arms around my waist and my hands over his on the whisk. “Follow my lead.”

I can hear his breathing quicken as he presses his bulge against me, and I squeeze his hand. His lips are attached to my neck as I slowly mix the dough, our arms working in tandem to turn the dough into the proper consistency and fight the friction of the unmixed dough.

His muscles flex against my arms as he pushes against the dough, and he moves closer, pressing himself further against my ass and leading him to groan, his other hand on my stomach and shoving me further against him while he bites my neck.

I freeze entirely when he does this, yet he continues to mix the dough until it’s smooth, and I pant against him as he devours my neck, pressing me against the counter in a deliberate manner that has my clit positioned on the edge of it.

Matty bites my earlobe. “What next?” He releases the whisk and firmly holds onto my waist, breathing heavily.

I moan softly at the feeling of my clit pressing against the counter and his hands trailing up my thighs, squeezing the bare skin hidden beneath my skirt before muttering, “Chocolate…” Matty thrusts against me as he smirks into my neck, “Chips.”

He pecks my cheek and pulls away, grabbing the chocolate chips and mixing them into the dough. We scoop them into little balls and stick them onto a pan that I’ve covered with a baking sheet and into the preheated oven.

I check that the oven is set to 355 degrees, and I look at Matty, grinning. “That’s it,” I breathe. “Now we wait.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around my waist.

Matty runs his hands through my hair, capturing my every feature with his dark eyes. His lips move slowly over my face, grazing each section tenderly until he’s staring into my eyes. He smiles at me, and I kiss his hand as it caresses my jawline. His gaze turns serious, and I bite my lip, “Sweetheart..” Matty rasps, taking my face in both hands.

“Yeah?”

He stares at me for a moment before murmuring, “Do you want some wine?” He asks, taking my hand and leading me to the fridge; opens it and then reaches around and pulls out a bottle of red wine with a handmade bright blue label.

Matty hands me the bottle, and I take it with wide eyes. “You had this in the fridge this whole time and didn't tell me?”

He nods proudly, and I blink. “You sneaky, sneaky man...“

I go to pull out the cork, but Matty smacks my hand repeatedly, “No, pronounce the name.”

Smiling as I roll my eyes and look down at the label, “Sono una testa di cazzo. Vuoi essere la mia cagna?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and amusement as I look up at him, “Do you know what this says?”

“Obviously, sweetheart.” He laughs and takes the bottle from me, uncorking it with a satisfied smirk. He hands me a glass, and I take it as he pours me a drink. “Am I goin' to get an answer or...”

I take a sip from my glass, stalling for time and trying to figure out his game. I smile and raise my eyebrows. “I don't think you know what this says.”

“What you on ‘bout? I think I made it pretty clear.” He said, gesturing to the bottle.

I pick up the bottle and hold it out in front of Matty. “Matty, What do you think this says?” I inquire, pointing at the label.

“Be my girlfriend.” He said as if it was the most self-evident thing written.

I can't help the laughter that escapes my lips, shaking my head in disbelief. “That is not what it says.”

Matty looks at the label and then back at me, worry still apparent on his features. “What does it say?” He asks, taking a step closer, closing the distance between us.

“It says, 'I am an dickhead. Do you want to be my bitch?'.” I look him in the eye and grin, not wanting to miss a beat. Matty looks rooted to the spot before he bursts out into laughter, “My god! Fuckin' George.” Matty leans forward and kisses me softly, hand caressing my hip.

“Will you be my....ehm girlfriend?” He says with a nervous wink, just as I expected him to.

I nod slowly, not sure my voice could get the word out, and he smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tightly against his chest.

“Never asking him to do anything again.” He whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. I mumbled my agreement into his mouth, causing him to laugh. The kitchen smells like cookies, and his lips taste sweet when I move my tongue against his lips, and he grabs onto my ass, towering over me as I hold onto his neck, and we crash into the counter, lost in the moment.

The fact that he was so willing to risk the embarrassment of using Google and George to ask me to be his girlfriend sends a flood of warmth through my chest.

He places his warm hands on the backs of my thighs and lifts me off the ground, setting me down on the countertop and settling himself in between my legs, kissing along my jaw to my neck. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, as he kisses his way back to my lips, and I wrap my legs around him, deepening the kiss.

The oven beeps, and Matty pulls away, staring at me for a moment, “Stay right there,” he says, placing one last light kiss on my lips before he removes the cookies from the oven.

The cookies are perfectly golden, and the chocolate glistens under the light, melting when he pulls it apart and takes it into his mouth. They taste deliciously sweet, with a hint of salt and bitterness that contrasts it perfectly, and Matty looks at me pridefully, holding out a piece to my lips.

Taking a bite, I nod at him gleefully as I reach to his neck, pulling him towards me. Our lips collided, and I let out a soft gasp of pleasure at the chocolatey sweetness from our lips and the addictive taste of his tongue.

His hands firmly grasp my waist as he nuzzles my neck and licks off the flour from my body. I reach for his exposed arm, nails piercing the skin, and stuff a cookie into my mouth with my free hand, groaning as he devours my skin with fervor-

I hear a throat clear, and I freeze, opening my eyes and seeing Charli and George standing at the entrance to the kitchen with shocked looks on their faces. I pat Matty’s arm, and he looks at me.

“What, Baby? Would you like for me to kiss you somewhere else?” He glanced down to notice my underwear was in full view due to his hips pushing up the fabric of my skirt. I feel my cheeks flush as Charli and George snicker in amusement, unable to restrain their laughter any longer.

Matty slowly turns around and sheepishly waves at them, detaching himself from me. He quickly ensures that my skirt covers me, then grabs a cookie and holds it up, “Wanna cookie?” He says, offering them one.

Charli and George burst into laughter, and I giggle, hiding my face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Matty shoots me a sidelong glance, and I can see the delight dancing in his eyes.

“I’m guessing the surprise went well.” goerge states sarcastically, wiggling his eyebrows.

I giggle, jumping down from the counter, smoothing down my skirt and tucking in the bottom of my shirt, which was riding up, showing just a glimpse of my stomach.

“Made me look like a right knob!” Matty scolds his friend, throwing his hands in the air in frustration as George grins. Charli turns to me and rolls her eyes at the boys, walking over and wrapping her arms around my neck, “Glad you’re taking one for the team, love. Matty was hopeless.”

I laugh and nod, “Matty’s creative approach got me hooked.” She beams at me and whispers in my ear, “You two are too adorable together.”

Matty turns to us and smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief, “Wasn’t it? I thought my idea was pretty great.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for George, this would have never happened,” I reply, sending a wink in his direction.

Matty rolls his eyes and nudges George playfully, “You’re right…thanks, George!”

We all stand in the kitchen and talk for a little bit, with Matty getting compliments from all fronts. He folds his arms and smirks, looking satisfied and proud of himself.

Geroge says, “We'll be off then, leave you two alone for more...creativity.” They both chuckle as they walk away, leaving me standing in the kitchen with Matty. He grins at me, and I giggle, stepping forward to hug him, my fingers playing with his shirt.

I whisper in his ear, “Guess this creative method of yours did the trick.”

“What can I say? I'm a genius.” he replies, tightening his arms around me, and I giggle, leaning away to look at him and smile.

He raises one hand to cup my cheek, thumb tracing the line of my jaw, and I lean into his hand, feeling my heart swell in my chest. “So, you're my girlfriend now?” He says, his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“Yes, I am your girlfriend now.” I reply, my own lips curling into a smile as I feel his thumb tracing circles on my cheek. “Good,” He murmurs, leaning in for a soft kiss, “I plan on making it worth your while.” He says before leaning in to kiss me deeply, his hands gripping my hips as he moves his lips along mine.

I moan into his mouth, feeling his body's warmth pressed against mine. We break apart, panting for breath, both of us smiling like fools. Matty leans in, whispering in my ear, “I can't wait to see what other creative ways I can win you over.“

I laugh, shaking my head, “Just don't involve Google next time.“

He grins at me, “I make no promises.“

I roll my eyes, unable to contain the happiness that's spreading throughout my body. “No flour next time!” I gestured down at our still-covered bodies.

“No promises there either,” Matty chuckles, leaning in for another kiss. “We can shower, change, and order some dinner, if you want, sweetheart.”

I nod eagerly, “That sounds perfect.”

Matty takes my hand, leading me around the kitchen counter towards the spiral staircase. “Let's go then.” He says with an affectionate glint in his eyes, and I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom.

The room is cozy, and I can tell that he's put a lot of thought into making it look this way. There is a skylight above the bed, the walls are painted a soft grey with painted artwork hanging on one wall, and the bed is covered in a white comforter. A few pictures of him and his family are displayed on the wall across from his bed, and I smile at the sight.

Matty leads me to the adjoining bathroom, where he turns on the shower, “Towels are in this cabinet, and you can use anything in there, baby.” He says as he leaves the bathroom.

I strip off my flour-covered clothes and step into the shower. The warm water cascades over me, washing away the flour and chocolate, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Matty?” Hearing footsteps approaching, I peek out of the shower to see him standing at the door with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, babe?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe.

Feeling brave, I utter, “Are you not going to join me?”

“Well, if you insist...“

He quickly strips off his clothes and jumps into the shower with me, pulling me close to him. I giggle as the warm water cascades over my body, enjoying the sensation of his hands on my skin. Matty leans in and captures my lips in a fiery kiss, his hands roaming all over my body. I moan into his mouth, feeling my arousal growing by the second.

He pulls back slightly, breathing heavily as his gaze roams my body until it pauses on my torso. His fingertips lightly trace over my rib cage and up the curves of my chest.

“My artwork on your body.” He whispers, “God, you're so beautiful.“

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my cheeks flush at his intense gaze. He leans in, kissing me deeply once more, his fingers still tracing the intricate patterns permanently inked on my skin.

I let out a soft moan as his hands gripped both of my hips. His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as he works his way down. Losing myself in the sensations, my fingers find their way into his hair as he continues to feather kisses down my collarbone.

I gasp as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the bud. My fingers grip his hair tightly, tugging him closer to me as I moan.

He pulls off my nipple with a pop, and I whimper at the loss of contact. Matty leans in and captures my lips once more, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he presses his body against mine. I can feel his growing hard cock pressing against my stomach, moaning into his mouth.

I slowly drag my fingertips through his wet hair, reveling in the curly texture, and he shivers as my touch trails lightly down his body. When I take him into my hand, he lets out a groan as our lips part, throwing his head back, eyes closing in pleasure.

“Fuck.” Matty moans as his fingers grip my hips tighter.

Matty’s curls lay damp and hanging loosely over his closed eyes, his tongue dragging across his lower lip as a small moan escaped his throat. I struggle to stay silent as I squeeze his hard dick, rubbing up and down at a leisurely pace, his hips thrusting into my hand with my name coming out in a whisper.

I smirk, feeling empowered and emboldened by his reaction. I pump my hand faster, matching the rhythm of his hips.

“God damn,” Matty mutters breathlessly, the grip he had on the hips coming up to his hair, pushing the damp strands away from his flushed face. His stomach flexes with each stroke.

“Just like that…” he breathes, rocking his hips in time with my hand, and I can’t hold back the satisfied smile spreading across my face.

“Feel good, Matty?” I rasp, swallowing harshly as my mouth runs dry when I look up at him. Matty tilts his head forehead, and brown eyes connect with mine, a knowing smirk on his lips, “What do you fuckin' think?“

Without breaking eye contact, Matty’s mouth falls open in ecstasy, and his legs tense as I focus my thumb on the red and swollen tip of his cock. “Please, Baby,” He pleads as he reaches out to grab my head and bring his lips to me, but Instead, I place my lips to his neck and slowly start trailing down his chest.

My tongue teases a path down to his abdominal muscles. I feel his body tense as I lower to my knees, and I look up at him, “Want me to return the favor?” I tease with a smirk.

Matty grunts in agreement, his gaze looking down at me pleadingly, hair falling over his forehead and into his eyes, and water cascading down his torso. “Yes, Please...” he moans as I slowly slide my hand up and down.

My thighs rub together at the sight, his moans and blissed-out expression making my own stomach tighten with anticipation. Brown eyes lock onto me, watching every move closely and a relieved sigh escapes his lips when I start to pump him, smearing the pre-cum over the head of his dick and down the shaft with each stroke.

Teasingly slow, I lower my mouth down to his head, taking him fully as I flatten my tongue. “Fuck yes.” Matty praises me, reaching to hold my hair, getting a better view of my face.

His breath is already quickening as I pull back off of him, spitting down onto the head of his cock before lowering my mouth onto him. “Shit, oh my god, baby.” He groans out at the sight.

I look up through my lashes as he slams his other hand against the shower wall. I remove my hand as my cheeks hollow around him, my hands gripping onto his bare thighs for stability as the grip in my hair tightens, and Matty pushes himself to the back of my throat.

I hum at the sensation, earning another pleased moan from him, his hips bucking up on their own. I gag as my nose brushes against the base of his stomach, my hot breath fanning across the ‘We are kings’ tattoo as I let out a long exhale out of my nose.

I was enjoying this just as much as he was. The sight of him being so fucked has my pussy clenching around nothing, and with each breathless moan, I was getting wetter by the second.

After holding it for a moment, I break away to breathe before quickly taking him back in my mouth and moving my head up and down while pumping the rest of him in my hand. “Holy shit,” he mumbles, cheeks flushed as he pants and tightens his grip on my hair as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Please don’t stop, sweetheart.” He begs, his other hand pushing my wet curls from my eyes and his body flinching as I cup his balls with my free hand.

He’s tugging at my hair, head falling toward and I can tell by the determined expression on his face that he’s trying to hold himself back from the high he was needy for.

“Want you to cum in my mouth, please.” I beg, lifting my lips off of him just to speak before lowering back down on him, not stopping until the head of his dick is curving down my throat.

Matty lets out a guttural moan at my request, his body tensing and jerking against me as I palm his balls again, squeezing lightly. “Fucks sake, baby. That’s what you want? To taste me? So polite when you beg for me.” His words are coming out forced though, broken up with pants and moans.

“Cum for me, Matty. Let me make you feel good.” I whisper, pulling away, my own breathing growing heavy before I take him back into my mouth.

It only takes two more thrusts of Matty’s hips, his cock sliding down my throat with a gag from me, before his body trembles, “Fuc-Fuck, I'm cummin', Sweetheart.”

I draw circles on his thighs with my hand, and I can feel him trembling and shuddering with each wave of pleasure. I swallow, revelling in his taste, loving how he looks; His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and lips parted.

He relaxes into me as I slow my movements, his cum coats my throat and running my hand up his hip and over his stomach. I lick my lips before giving the head of cock one last kiss. Our eyes meet again, his face still slacks with pleasure, and he reaches for me pulling me to my feet.

He runs his fingers through my wet hair, thumb brushing my lips before crashing his lips to mine, humming at the taste of himself. The kiss lingers, both of us needing just a second to breathe before Matty leans back, nibbling at my lower lip, “Wanna taste you again,” His voice is soft and husky.

My cheeks flush at his words, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. Our bodies press together, and I can feel his dick start to grow hard against my belly again.

“Matty,” I gasp, breaking away from his lips, “we should finish showering and get dinner.” He nods, reluctantly pulling away from me, reaches for the shampoo, and pours a generous amount into his hand, motioning for me to come closer.

I do as he asks, feeling his hands massage my scalp and lather the shampoo through my hair. I lay my head on his chest, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of his hands running through my hair. He rinses out the shampoo and repeats the same with the conditioner.

Matty reaches for the body wash and starts applying it all over my body, his rough hands massaging my skin and sending shivers down my spine.

“You're so beautiful,” he says, running his hands down my back and over my curves before he rinsing me off.

I blush, feeling vulnerable and aroused simultaneously, “Bend your head a bit.” I reply, reaching for the shampoo, lathering it in my hands, and slowly running it through his dark hair.

The room is filled with only the sound of the water, and I can feel him relaxing into my touch. He hums in appreciation, and his hands rest on my hips. I stand on my tippy toes to tilt his head back to rinse out the shampoo since he put the shower head back in the holder.

After I ensured that rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out of his hair, I poured some of the body wash into my hand and started to apply it to his body. His muscles tense, and his body caves into mine as I knead his shoulders and massage his neck.

I finish washing him off, trailing my fingers down his stomach before pulling away and looking up at him. He takes in my appearance, eyes skimming down my body, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me.

He shuts the water off, and Matty wraps a towel around me, smacking my ass before wrapping another around his waist. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

I sit on the bed as he moves over to his dresser, pulls out a pair of boxers and a shirt, and walks back over to me. “Arms up, please.”

Removing the towel from my body, raising my arms for him to slip the shirt over my head, and let him slide the boxers over my legs and up my hips as he pulls me up to stand.

“There is a bunch of takeaway menus in the kitchen. Choose what you want to eat, and I will call for it, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get dressed,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Oh, will you grab my phone too? It should be down in the shop next to my station.“

I nod, dash down to the shop and then return to the kitchen, picking out my favorite takeaway. When I'm finished, I walk back into the bedroom, find Matty lying on the bed just in a pair of sweats, and hand him the menu and his phone.

“How do you feel about Chinese?”

“Sounds good to me, baby.” He looks at the menu and smiles, “You would pick the one that doesn't do delivery.” He jokes, giving me a goofy smile.

“Hey, You told me to choose one, so I did. There were too many choices.” I giggle, watching him as he gets off the bed, stretches, and presses a kiss to my forehead before asking me what I want and then grabbing a pair of shoes to go pick up the food.

“I'll be back, Lilah.” Matty says, giving me one last lingering kiss before slipping his shoes on and grabbing keys from the side table. I watch him walk out the door, take a deep breath, and enjoy the silence around me. I get into the bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin and snuggling into the pillows.

I'll rest my eyes for a few minutes, letting my eyes drift closed.

I hear the door opening and roll on my side to see Matty walking back into the bedroom. “Hey, sleepy had a bit of a wait. Sorry 'bout that.” He smiles, walks over to the bed, sets the two brown bags on the side table, and crawls beside me.

He pulls me close, my face against his chest and one of his arms across me. We stay like that until we are ready to eat; the bed becomes a disaster with all the containers, chopsticks flying, and the sound of us groaning in happiness when we eat too much.

When dinner is over and all the containers have been cleared away, Matty pulls me gently into him and kisses my hair. I feel my body relax against him, and I place my head against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing.

Matty shifts, rolling me onto my back before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine, “I'm really happy I met you,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

I nod, cupping his face with my hands before bringing him closer for another kiss. “Me too,” I whisper, laying my head on his chest. We stay like that until he slowly drifts off, snoring softly, and I close my eyes, allowing sleep to overtake me because of the security I feel in his arms.

PART 6

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Soft Sound—Part 4

Tattoo Artist Matty X OC

Warnings: Smut (dirty talk, female receiving oral, a hint of cum play?)

WC: 5.6K

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PART 3

Delilah's POV

“Just press the pedal.”

“But, what if-“

“Just do it, sweetheart.”

I’m holding the tattoo gun, millimetres from his skin. I took a deep breath and lowered my foot on the pedal, a loud buzzing sound filling the room. My hand is shaking as the needle enters his skin. My heart is thumping against my ribcage.

“Now, just move your thumb back,” Matty tells me as the needle enters his skin again, leaving an uneven line behind. His face scrunches up at the pain. “Ease up a bit,” he complains lightly.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I whine, placing the tattoo gun back on the tray.

“Sweetheart, all tattoos hurt.” Matty laughs softly, eyes still locked with mine.

My lips twitch at the corners as I reach for the paper towels to wipe the ink left on his skin, “You have two uneven lines permanently on your arm.”

Matty winces at that one, but then smirks, looking down at his arm. “I could always get them covered,” He says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, his smirk turning into a leer. “but that’s something I would never do,” He finishes his sentence in a lower-pitched voice, leaning in to kiss my neck gently.

My knees feel weak. "Yeah? And why not?" I ask sarcastically.

“I’d missed them too much, sweetheart.” Matty cooes, nuzzling deeper into my neck as I blush red. My head falls backwards slightly. It feels good when he uses pet names like this. I smile, closing my eyes as he continues his ministrations.

“It's a reminder of how terrible you are at tattooing,” Matty jokes, pulling away and kissing my cheek. “I knew you would be rubbish.” My eyes snap to his as he pokes my nose playfully.

“I knew I should have tattooed a dick on you.” I tease back, grabbing the tube of cream out and covering the lines with a generous amount. His laughter fills the room, and I struggle not to smile. “You’re such a little shit.” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Says the one who mangled my arm.” He winks at me, his hands going over the lines one last time, cleaning up the excess cream and ink.

“This was your idea!” I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.

“I know, I know,” he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “But now you have to teach me how to bake. Imagine how fun that will be.”

“Oh, be quiet.” I blush, swatting at his chest with a towel. I look up at him, realising how close we are, our eyes locking and my heart rate increasing.

Matty chuckles that deep, smooth sound sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his breath on my skin and smell the musky scent of his aftershave.

Matty and I have grown incredibly close these past few weeks, but this feels like a new experience. A new level of trust. A new level of understanding. And I want to take full advantage of this. How he looks at me, that gentle affection catches my breath in my throat. My pulse quickens under his touch.

“You’re staring,” Matty says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He cups my face in his hands, thumb rubbing circles against my cheeks, and I close my eyes, savouring the moment. My eyes are still closed when I feel his fingertips slip away from my cheeks like they were never there. His fingers cup my chin, tilting my head towards him until I look up at him and his eyes burn into mine.

“Thank you for trying to teach me.” I whisper, my voice quivering as I lean into his touch. My heart thumps loudly as if it needed him to feel something.

All I want is for him to kiss me.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Just don’t mangle my arm again.” He whispers back, inching closer, brushing his nose against mine.

“Matty, I didn’t mang-“ He cuts me off, pressing his lips against mine, not worrying if I was finished. Instead, I feel my lips curl into a smile, cupping the back of his neck as his hands glide through my hair and his tongue swipes my bottom lip; desperate for more, I open my mouth.

Matty’s urgency melts against my tongue, and I lose myself in the moment. “Go on a date with me,” he mumbles against my lips.

“What?” I stuttered, taken aback by his sudden proposition.

He pulls away slowly, and his eyes seem more passionate. He brushed my hair away from my face, “A date,” He insists, “It doesn’t need to be special. We could just watch a movie and order food.”

I smile, looking into his eyes and biting my lip, “When?” I ask, suddenly nervous but unable to stop myself from grinning. “Tonight?”

“Tonight.” Matty’s lips quirked up into that adorable crooked smile, his eyes dancing, “you still owe me a date, remember?” He says with a sly grin.

I laugh, my stomach flip-flopping in anticipation,"I remember.” I answer, my smile glowing brightly, “You aren’t ever going to let me live that down, are you?“

Matty grins as he shakes his head and softly kisses my forehead again. “Absolutely not.”

So, here I am running around the house like a maniac for the last hour. Charli was going to George’s for the night, so Matty and I would have the place to ourselves.

I’m not used to feeling this nervous regarding dates, but there was something different about Matty. He had a way of welcoming me to open up to him. No judgment, just pure wonder and curiosity.

It was refreshing and equally terrifying.

After getting the greenhouse in order, I walk back into the kitchen and pick up the plate of cookies I had baked for tonight. I wasn’t sure what flavour was Matty’s favourite, but George mentioned they always got eaten when he brought them into the shop, so he must like them all regardless.

Next to the plate of cookies were some snacks; chips, popcorn, candies—the whole lot. And a bottle of my favourite wine sat up between two glasses.

The moon glowed through the stained glass windows, the walls dancing with dimmed colours. It was sprinkling, just enough to make a rhythm on the glass, that briefly helped my anxiety.

A knock on my door has my heart dropping into my stomach. Racing through the house, I take a single moment to look at my reflection in one of the mirrors hung in the hallway and brush my hair out of my face before standing in front of the main door. Then, breathing in a calming breath, I try to mask the anxiety as I open the door.

Matty is standing there, clad in a black t-shirt, a thick silver chain adoring his neck and a pair of black cargo pants. A large smile graces his face as his eyes meet mine.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greets me, his eyes subtly trailing down my body and back to my face. “Can I come in?”

My cheeks heat, and I nod, “Of course—yeah. Come in.” Opening the door wider, I step to the side so he can walk in.

I was too busy staring at him and what he was wearing to notice the box he had lodged between his hip and arm. “What’s that?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“A surprise.” He hums, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Rolling my eyes at his vague answer, I beckon him to follow me to the backyard. “I thought we could spend the night in the greenhouse.” I say nervously, looking over my shoulder to see him close behind me. “If you don’t want to, though, that's fine. I can move everything to the living room.”

“Spend the night?” He questions with a teasing flit of his voice, “You think I’m that easy, sweetheart?”

I stop walking and open my mouth to explain, but he laughs and shakes his head. “I’m playin’. The greenhouse is good, and I love it in there.”

“Such a prat.” I mumble.

“What was that?” He asks, his voice closer than before.

I step aside as he lingers into the greenhouse, shrugging with a smirk when he looks at me expectantly for an answer. “Nothing.”

“I don’t think you’re being very nice.” He teases, sighing as he adjusts the box in his hands. “I might just have to take this and go.”

“Oh?” I hum, “Well, if that’s how you feel…” I walk around him, plopping down on the couch, “I’ll just eat all these snacks myself and drink this bottle of wine without you.”

“This date was my plan, or did you forget?” He jokes, eyeing the plate of cookies for a moment before looking back at me. “But I forgive you.”

I laugh as he places the box on the table, falling onto the cushion beside me. “There was no reason for you to go out and buy sweets and stuff when I could make them.” Matty angles his body towards me, “Plus–you didn't bring anything, so it’s a good thing I decided to do it, huh?”

His eyes widen, and a playful drop of his mouth has me giggling, “Didn’t bring anything?” He exclaims, “Then what do you call this?” Grabbing the box, he opens it on his lap to show me some sort of black electronic. I can’t tell with the lighting in the greenhouse or how he’s already turning the box back to face him.

“Uh… I have no idea.” I admit, “What is it?”

“A projector!” Matty says excitedly, “For our movie.”

I can’t help but smile, “What movies are our options? What did ya bring?”

He stands up, unpacking the electronic and sits it on one of the chairs that’s unoccupied. “If you have a blanket or something, we could use it as a screen?” Matty suggests as he starts untangling the cords.

“Yeah, be right back.”

I take the time to get the blanket to try and calm my nerves. With the soft fabric folded in my hands, I let myself breathe. It’s so out of the ordinary for me to have this–to have someone ask me out properly, to think of me enough to make plans. Even if it’s just a movie night at my place, it’s sweet.

By the time I return, Matty has everything plugged in and untangled, standing in the centre of the room, waiting. He claps his hands together at the sight of me, a bright smile breaking across his face. “There’s my girl. Give it to me.” He holds his hand out, and I give him the blanket.

He starts working immediately, hanging the blanket on some random nails I have hammered into the greenhouse walls. As his arms stretch above his head, his shirt raises, and I catch a glimpse of his torso. I have to mentally fight myself to pry my eyes away before he catches me.

“For the movie options,” he grunts as he raises the blanket higher than he can reach, “there’s endless options. This thing has bluetooth, so I can just stream it from my phone.”

“Oh.” I nod, “Okay. So what kind of movies do you like? Horror, comedy?”

He lets out a breathy huff as he finally manages to hang the corner of the blanket. “I watch just about anything. Besides–I want you to choose.”

My breath hitches. “Me?”

Matty nods, still holding onto the blanket's other side, angling his head to face me, “Yes, you. Let’s start with your favourite, shall we?” I find myself unable to look anywhere else but at his face.

His deep brown eyes stare at mine curiously. And then he smiles. A grin that makes butterflies erupt in my chest.

“Let's do a classic.” I decide, swallowing nervously.

“Okay, sweetheart.” He turns his attention back to the blanket as he continues working on hanging the rest of the edges.

After hanging the edge on the last nail, he takes a step back and gives me his full attention.

It’s such a foreign feeling to have someone focus their entire attention on me is such a foreign feeling that I find myself frozen to the spot. When he speaks, though, his gaze doesn’t leave me as he sits beside me, “So, what is this classic?”

Swallowing hard, I clear my throat and force myself to speak. Trying to get myself under control, I force myself to meet his eyes.

“Transformers.’” I offer, “My favourite film.”

With a slight smile curving the corners of his mouth, like he is trying to hide his amusement, “How can you even think that’s a classic?!” Matty bursts out laughing. He throws himself back and clutches his stomach as he laughs and snorts.

I reach out to punch his arm jokingly, “Hey! It’s my favourite classic, asshole.”

He only wheezes in response. I lean forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as I watch him giggle, his head thrown back against the sofa. I can’t look away. His laughter is infectious; it warms me to the core.

Once he stops laughing, he clears his throat and looks at me, smiling again. “Sorry.” He states, nodding at me, “Let’s watch this classic.”

As soon as he starts fiddling with the machine, I grab the remote that lies in front of me on the table and switch it on. As we sit side by side in silence, the screen comes to life slowly, illuminating the space between us and making it seem much darker inside the greenhouse and more intimate.

I reach over to open the bottle of wine, taking my time pouring a glass for each of us. “Do you want me to pronounce this one?” I ask, my voice breaking through the silence surrounding us.

Matty’s eyes light up as he looks between the bottle and me, nodding enthusiastically.

I hold the bottle up, showing him the label, “Brunello di Montalcino Pertimali.” I pronounce it slowly, “one of my favourite red wines.”

He stares intently at the bottle, avoiding my gaze, and I’m surprised to see the faint blush spread across his cheeks. “I’m never gonna get tired of that.” Matty whispers.

“What do you mean?” I turn my head to look at him curiously, leaning slightly closer to him as I set down the bottle on the table.

“When you speak Italian…” He trails off as he leans forward to look at the label. “You speak it so well.” He finishes, glancing up at me and offering me a shy smile that melts my heart, “It’s… nice.” He admits, “You sound ..” He searches for a word as he tries to phrase it, “beautiful.”

A wave of warmth rushes throughout my body, washing away the nerves I had felt moments ago. For a few moments, I don’t say anything. It isn’t until I feel the heat rise to my face that I notice how close Matty’s hand is to mine.

“Thank you.” I mutter softly, looking at the table instead of meeting his gaze. My heart hammers against my ribcage painfully at the thought of his compliment, and despite myself, I can’t stop myself from blushing at the sudden closeness.

The tip of our fingers brushes against each other, causing an involuntary twitch from Matty as he moves his thumb along mine. We both pull back quickly, embarrassed. Matty looks away and clears his throat, trying to get himself together.

He looks really focused, and I’ve never seen him this nervous before–not with the usual smugness that soon follows. I almost feel as though he is nervous around me–the same way I was around him.

I reach for the glass of wine and hold it towards him, “You’ll like this one, promise.”

Looking up to meet his eyes, Matty takes it from me cautiously, giving me another small smile before lifting it up to his lips. The second it hits his tongue, he lets out a small hum, “This is good–so good.”

I laugh at the surprise in his eyes and nod, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he pauses after gulping half his drink before adding, “You know, I think I might’ve been expecting something worse.” He chuckles as he sets down the glass on the table.

I don’t need to respond, my eyebrows raising to show my disbelief. Matty laughs, “ That first one-“

“Brut Prosecco Rosé?” I supply for him, and a soft laugh escapes his lips at the memory.

“Yeah, that. It was dreadful!” Matty shakes his head as if shaking loose some old memories. He reaches out and grabs a handful of Skittles, popping them into his mouth and grinning.

“No! You just have no taste!” I laugh as he eats another handful.

He chuckles again, “Hey! At least the second one was better!” he pauses and leans back in the seat, “This one is amazing.” He points at me, “At least there’s that.” Matty adds with a wink.

“Shut up!” I shove him playfully and roll my eyes when he only laughs harder, grabbing at my arm and pulling me close to him.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He chuckles, wrapping one arm around my shoulder and bringing his free hand up to gently stroke my hair. “Let’s watch your favourite film, yeah?”

I sink into his touch, sighing. “okay.” I mumble, closing my eyes as I relax against him, completely forgetting all about the movie as soon as his warm presence engulfs me.

“Thank you.” I breathe out as I open my eyes, gazing at him again. His eyes are gentle when they connect with mine, and his expression softens even further.

“For what?” he asks quietly, moving his finger so it rests at the base of my neck, brushing through my hair.

My eyes flutter closed as the sensation overwhelms me, causing a shiver to run through my spine. Matty must feel it because he pulls away, but the feeling of his warm fingertips lingers on my skin, causing me to feel slightly disappointed. “Being you…” I state simply. “Just being here. With you. Thank you.” I murmur.

“Well, I’m glad because I like being with you too, sweetheart.” He says, sounding pleased with himself. “I still want to know why this is your favourite movie.”

“It's the one I watched with my grandpa when I was a kid,” I explain softly, memories flooding back. “He'd let me stay up late on weekends, and we'd watch it together while eating popcorn. It just reminds me of him.”

“That’s really sweet.” He smiles, and something soft flashes in his eyes before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. His lips are warm against my skin, and I can feel the sincerity behind the gesture. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. “So you both were nerds, huh?”

“I beg to differ.” I retort teasingly, pulling away as I cross my arms over my chest.

I catch the small smirk tugging at his lips as he continues to stare at me silently, “Just a bit, sweetheart,” Matty concedes as his lips quirked up in a small smile.

I narrow my eyes at him playfully, and he raises an eyebrow. “Alright, alright, okay. An adorable nerd. ” He relents, breaking eye contact before his smile grows more expansive than before, and his eyes begin to twinkle. He lifts his hand, running it through his curls, messing them up slightly.

I chuckle under my breath as I glance away from his intense gaze, feeling my cheeks flush once more.

“And how cute would you say I am?” He asks me in a playful tone, turning towards me with an amused gleam in his eyes.

My cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, and my heart begins beating faster once again, pounding against my ribs. I can’t bring myself to look Matty in the eye as I start playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Cute is probably putting it lightly...” I mumble quietly, my cheeks burning at the thought of what I said.

My attention turns towards the screen, noticing the movie is paused at the opening scene. I turn to look at Matty again, realising he hasn’t moved. He is staring right at me, a tender look on his features as he watches me intently.

It takes everything in me to stop myself from staring right back. And when I don’t move, Matty leans closer, and his warm breath hits my cheek. I can feel his heart pounding too; he is so close to me that the sound is apparent.

All of a sudden, the sound stops completely, and everything is silent. I slowly tilted my head, meeting Matty’s gaze. A faint blush covers his cheeks as he stares intensely at me, making his brown eyes seem darker than usual.

Matty’s eyes dart down to my lips, and I can see when he realises what he’s doing; His eyes close slightly as he leans in closer, his lips barely touching mine. I can feel his breath fanning my lips as he closes the gap between us, our noses bumping into each other slightly. My hand finds itself resting against his upper thigh.

Everything happens in slow motion; with every passing millisecond, I feel like time has stood still. An overwhelming rush of feelings is rushing through my entire body as Matty’s lips press against mine softly, tentatively.

I let out a shaky breath as Matty’s hand travelled up my arm until it rested on my jaw. It tingles under his touch as he pushes himself closer, and the warmth radiating off his body fills me with complete contentment as I lean forward, deepening the kiss.

His hands grip my jaw tighter as he deepens the kiss, allowing a moan to escape my lips. My hands find their way into Matty’s hair, and I run my fingers through it while tilting my head slightly. I can feel his tongue against mine as we move our lips rhythmically, tasting each other.

As I break the kiss to pull air into my lungs, he lifts me into his lap and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, placing his lips back to mine, sending an electric jolt straight down my spine.

“Is this okay? Because we can stop–” He breaks our kiss, leaning back and resting his forehead on mine, his eyes scanning over my face, taking in everything he sees. “I don’t wanna press-”

The knot of nervousness in my stomach loosened, and a warmth spread throughout my body, igniting a fire in my veins. My heart raced as I stared into his deep brown eyes, tasting the anticipation of what could happen.

Now, or never.

I raise my hand to cup his jaw, drawing his gaze back to focus on my eyes, smiling at him as I shake my head in response, “Please, don't stop.” The words come out raspy and breathless.

His large hands trail up from the back of my thighs to the small of my back, and he squeezes my sides when I grind against him. Matty lets out a tight breath as I lean forward, pausing with my lips beside his ear, “Touch me.”

I can feel him grow hard underneath me, and his mouth connects with my neck. He kisses my pulse point and uses one hand to hold my jaw, angling it how he wants. My eyes flutter closed, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he guides my hips to grind down on him.

A soft moan falls from my lips, and the hand he’s using to hold my jaw moves to my hair. Matty twirls it around his fist before yanking my head back, exposing more of my neck for him. Matty lets out a pleased groan as he runs his palm over my ass, rocking me quicker against him. His hips thrust upwards, matching the rhythm as his tongue splayed against my skin, leaving a searing heat in its wake.

Even with the layers of clothing separating us, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. My body feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches.

“Fuck.” I moan as he nips the sensitive skin on my neck, and I can feel him grin against me. The word comes out breathy, merely a whisper amongst my shallow breaths.

The hand in my hair, and the one on my ass, moves to the small space between us. Matty is quick with the tie of my shorts, promptly unknotting them and loosening the waistband in a few swift movements.

“Is this okay?” Matty’s voice is raw, deep and gruff. His eyes are clouded with lust as they search my own, waiting for the answer. I give a small nod, “Words, Delilah.”

“Yes.” I whisper, barely audible.

The second they’re untied, his hand slips between the fabric, and his fingertips find my clit with ease. I gasp into the air, letting my head fall onto his shoulder as he purposely teases me.

“I wanna hear you, Sweetheart,” he whispers, intently rubbing circles with each lancinated word.

Keeping his hand down my shorts, he uses the other to guide my hips again. With each rock forward, his fingers and palm are teasing my clit, and his dick is thrusting against the material where I’m clenching in need of him.

In desperate need of grounding myself, I force my hands to work, sliding them underneath the tee Matty’s wearing. I hear an intake of breath as I feather my fingertips over his abdomen and up his chest, choking on a moan as he slips one finger into me.

“Jesus fuck.” He moans, and I’m able to pick my head up enough to see his pupils blown with satisfaction, “already so wet, sweetheart.” He adds another finger, “Just for me?”

“Yes.” I’m answering without hesitation, and he rewards me by pushing my ass forward and sinking his fingers deeper into me. “Oh, my god.”

He curls his fingers, and I swear my body jolts with pleasure immediately. Then, keeping his eyes on me, he watches every inch of my face, thrusting his fingers and rocking my hips.

My legs are already starting to shake, and Matty notices. The crooked little grin that I’ve grown to like pulls at the corner of his lips as he slows his movements down.

“Please, don’t stop.” I beg, my eyes locked onto his, pleading with him to continue.

His grin widens as he taps my thigh, prompting me to lift. Holding back the loss of his fingers, I dig my nails into his shoulders as I stand on my knees beside him. “Be a good girl and clean your mess, yeah?” Matty mocks, holding two of his fingers in front of my lips.

I don’t hesitate to wrap my lips around his fingers, swirling my tongue and tasting myself on his skin. Looking up through my lashes at him, his lips are parted, and he’s taking in shallow breaths as he watches. Smirking at him, his eyes darken before he’s gripping the band of my shorts and yanking them, along with my underwear, down my thighs and peeling them around from my ankles.

I'm left in nothing but the tee I'm wearing, "And I was thinking you were a sweet innocent girl." He bites down his lower lip, eyes leisurely roaming up my body. An electricity sparks, and it leaves us both breathless. “But here you are, begging for me to touch you.”

"Lay down, sweetheart." His voice is low and commanding, and I don't hesitate to follow and set my head on the arm of the sofa.

Matty flicks his eyes to mine, and he knows I've given in completely. He kneels in front of me, pushing my legs open before kissing the inside of my thigh. Flustered and panting, I'm still struggling to catch my breath when he presses his lips on my clit, and my eyes shutter closed, “Please.” I beg, arching my back and grabbing a fist full of his hair. “Please, please… oh my god.” I gasp as he starts rubbing his fingers against the slick folds of my pussy.

Matty glances up at me, smirking as he firmly grips my hip and thrusts his fingers harder into me, “You’ll get what you want soon, Love.” His tone turns dangerous in the next moment as he leans over, pressing a long, hot lick across my clit. A shiver wracks through my body, and I squirm, attempting to push myself further against his mouth, “I fuckin' love the sounds you make," He moans against me.

I gasp, biting my lip as his tongue traces the underside of my clit in slow, torturous movements and angles his finger deeper in me, "Oh God," I moan desperately, "more…" My back arches off the couch, and I feel a sudden wave of pleasure course through my body, sending my head back and leaving me gasping his name.

Matty groans softly, "God, you taste incredible." He whispers before pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh, before leaning in to suck on my clit once more. It sends a spark through my veins, and I feel myself getting closer, “Matt, please.” I whisper, barely holding back the tears, “More, please.”

Matty grunts lowly as he slides another finger in me, "Such a good girl, using her manners." He says as he continues his movements, driving himself deep and fast. I shake with each thrust of his fingers, moaning loudly when he hits a particularly tight spot within me. "Faster, Matt." I whimper, "Please!"

“Fuck, Delila–” he gets cut off by a loud obscene grunt when my muscles clamp around him, which only has him fucking his fingers into me faster, chasing the feeling and making my body tremble, “Fuckin’ perfect cunt.” Matty groans as he rests his head on my inner thigh; just watching my cunt take his fingers repeatedly.

I can feel the muscles in my abdomen clenching, the pressure deep in me reaching its breaking point. It’s radiating through my lower half, and I squeeze my eyes closed as my thighs tremble around his head, “Matty–please, I’m close. I’m so fucking close, don’t stop.”

“Make a mess. I want to see it drippin’ down your thighs, sweetheart. C’mon, be the good girl you can be. Let me taste you.”

His words send me over the edge. As soon as my body begins to shake, and Matty feels my orgasm flood my body as I arch my back off of the cough, he uses that exact moment to fuck into me the hardest he has yet. I scream in the back of my throat, and throw my head back into the couch, his name a prayer on my tongue.

“Oh my–Matty, fuck. Yes, yes. I’m cumming! ” My moans are being shouted, and the words are barely audible, but Matty continues fucking into me. All I can do is lay there, letting the bliss ripple out in an explosion.

My skin is on fire, and nothing but white noise is in my head. It’s only amplified as Matty’s fingers continue fucking me, and he groans as he watches my pussy clench around him.

It feels too much. Too much heat, too much pleasure. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and Matty removes his finger from me and gently kisses my clit. I shudder at the sensation, my muscles relaxing and relaxing as I slowly come down from my high.

Matty crawls up my body, hovering above me, and grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are hooded and focused solely on my eyes. “Open your mouth.”

My eyes burn with pleasure as his mouth hovers over mine, and I comply without question. My lips parting as he suddenly spits harshly into my pleading mouth. His hand holds my jaw, thumb wiping some excess spit from my lips. “Swallow it, Sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

A guttural groan vibrates from his chest as I swallow, my thighs closing around his hips as his head falls into my neck. “Fuckin' hell.” He whispers against my skin, and I nod against his shoulder in acknowledgement.

He stays still in that moment, his chest rising and falling with the same rhythm as mine. And I never want him to move. I never want the heat of our bodies to part. I just want to stay here, with him, in this pure, serene space of pleasure and bliss. ‍

Eventually, he moves off of me, and I’m left shivering in the afterglow. Matty stares down at me, an intensity in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. “God. You’re incredible.” He murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Just— fuckin’ incredible”.

He kisses my forehead lingeringly before standing up and tugging my panties and shorts back up my legs. I take a moment to catch my breath; lips still parted from pleasure. “Do you want me to-” I start to ask, but Matty cuts me off.

“No, darlin'.” He murmurs softly; tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I don't want anythin’ in return.” He smiles, eyes still burning with intensity. “That was about you.”

He pulls me up and into his arms, his lips meeting mine in a gentle, lingering kiss. When we finally pull away, I'm left breathless, my heart pounding and my body still trembling with pleasure.

“Now let's watch this shitty movie, yeah?” Matty laughs. I tuck my body into his and rest my head on his chest, nodding, feeling his heart still racing. “Not a shitty flim.” I whisper with a giggle, stealing one last glance up at him as he wraps his arm around me.

“No,” Matty spoke sarcastically, leaning down to kiss my forehead before pressing the button to start the movie. “Not at all.”

PART 5

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byyourside28 · 1 year ago

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Fear Of Abandonment

Matty X Reader

Warnings: Angst and Fluff, drinking, and depression

WC: 2.6K

Summary: Everything becomes too much, and you just wanna feel numb. *updated version*

Masterlist

Do you ever feel like the people in your life are just temporary? Each time they leave, they take a part of you with them, leaving behind an emptiness that never seems to fade.

And as much as it hurts, there's a strange comfort in the numbness that follows.

It’s almost like everything has been torn out of you, and you can’t quite grasp how things worked before you were ripped into shreds. How life used to be more stable, more certain, but now things are all messed up and you don’t know what was real or not real and you don’t even know who you really are anymore.

You could try to piece yourself back together, but some parts are forever lost. You find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, searching for familiarity in the depths of your own eyes. But all you see is a stranger staring back at you, their gaze haunted and hollow.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and the emptiness remains a constant companion by your side. You go through the motions of life, but it feels like you're just a ghost drifting through a world that no longer holds any meaning for you.

I thought that was all I would ever feel like until I met him.

Matty was like a fucking burst of light, kind of like a supernova exploding across the dark sky. Every movement he made seemed to release a wave of energy that filled the room with a warm, golden glow. When his fingertips brushed against my skin, it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me, setting every nerve on fire. It was as if he carried the sun within him, radiating intense heat and brightness.

Yet, deep down, a voice whispered to me, “How long until he realizes his light is wasted on you?”

And that voice was right.

One day he’s gonna be sick of my shit, the consist ups and downs, the clinginess that then suddenly turns to wanting to be alone and shutting him out for days on end.

I am painfully aware that the day will come when he won't be there to catch me as my face hits the unforgiving concrete. The rough surface scrapes at my skin, shredding it apart and pulling me towards the shoreline like a magnet. As I struggle against the force of the waves crashing over me, I feel myself being dragged under, suffocating any hope of resurfacing.

But unlike before, I won't find comfort in this familiar pain. It will only serve as a reminder of his absence.

Why would I delay the inevitable? Why try to hold on when I know I’ll only end up losing him anyway?

So I did what do best, I left.

I convinced myself it was better to act first, to break my own heart before he shattered it into irreparable pieces.

Stranger’s eyes glare at me as I push past their bodies, my arms clenched around my torso as I jog the entire way to my apartment. My eyes are burning from the cold air plummeting into me or the unshed tears I held back; I’m not sure.

Everything is crumbling down around me, every wall I built, every mask I wore. It's all falling apart like a house of cards in a gust of wind. And I had no one to blame but myself.

I just needed to get home.

My phone rings for what seems like the hundredth time, but just like the first time it rings, I let it go straight to voicemail.

Only a few people had my number, and I wasn’t mentally stable enough to speak to one of them. Whoever it was would know I was barely holding it together with the first word I’d say.

I was too tired to be okay anymore.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, my apartment complex pops into view, and I can feel my feet begin to carry me quicker. My body trying to save my mind, somehow knowing that if I were home, maybe I’d be okay…right?

Little did my body know that it was leading me right to the place I wanted to go. To the place that held the answers to my problems. The place that could help me forget how shitty I felt, if only for a few hours.

My own personal haven, my escape from the harsh reality of what I’ve done waiting for me outside those walls.

The lobby of my apartment complex is completely empty as I run inside, thankful nobody was there to see my breakdown. Not that anyone here would care, though. I decided against the elevator, my body too antsy to stay still for just a minute while it climbed the floors, so I took off to the stairs, running up them two at a time without stopping for a moment.

My body was shivering when I finally got myself inside my apartment, but it wasn’t from the weather outside. It was the coldness I was feeling in myself.

My soul was now cloaked in darkness, with his light extinguished. Like an abandoned house, the wind howled through my broken pieces and vines of doubt crept up my crumbling walls. My mind was a cacophony of voices, each one echoing and colliding until they became a jumbled mess. They whispered words that only brought forth more darkness, consuming me entirely.

I’m tossing my bag down and lock the door behind me quickly as I dash into my kitchen, my hands blinding, ripping open every cabinet and drawer I reach.

Where is it? Where is it?

The relief I feel as I finally find the hidden bottle of vodka at the back of my last kitchen cabinet, my hands wrapping shakily around the glass bottle. I had promised myself to only drink around my friends. I had promised myself I wouldn’t touch it, that I wouldn’t let myself fall back into old habits, but now all I could think about was how it could ease the ache in my chest. The ache that had been there for as long as I could remember.

I don’t think twice about the liquid in my hands before twisting the cap off, bringing the bottle to my lips, tipping it back, and taking a long, burning gulp. My face is contorted in disgust at the taste, and I’m coughing as it falls down my throat, but with a determined inhale of air, I swallow another drink and smack the bottle down on the counter in front of me.

I can’t handle the ache of him lingering in my heart like this.

Numb.

I just want to be numb.

Tears fall from my eyes as I drink away my sorrows, my chest and stomach begging me to go slower, to mix the alcohol with something to make it taste better, but I didn’t listen. I welcomed the sting and how my stomach turned with each gulp.

Someone help me. Or don’t; maybe that’s for the better.

Maybe I can drink myself into a fucking coma and stop feeling everything and nothing all at once. It's weird to think of; how I can feel so empty that it hurts and yet I feel nothing at all. I try to figure out if it's a physical or emotional pain, but I can't tell anymore. It just hurt. I could feel, yet I couldn't. I felt, yet I didn’t. I wanted to cry, yet I was numb. I wanted to scream, yet I was quiet.

What does that even mean, though? Am I feeling too much or not enough? Am I even making any fucking sense?

I’m not even sure anymore.

I don’t know when exactly I ended up in my bathroom, head leaning back against the wall next to the sink holding another bottle of liquor.

That’s when I heard it. A voice I hadn’t heard in what seemed like forever call my name from inside my apartment. Almost like he knew I was in here trying to make everything go away.

The same one who had been there for me, no matter how many times I had pushed him away. But he was still there, trying to pull me back from the brink.

It didn’t matter how much I willed my body to move, I couldn’t get more than a few feet before sinking back to my knees in a pathetic mess as I drop the bottle and the liquid spilled all of the floor. The tile under me spun as I took in struggling breaths, trying desperately to get up.

Footsteps are muffled outside my bathroom door, and Matty's voice shouts my name in worry, but I can’t say anything more than a depressing mumble of my whereabouts, the words getting drowned out by his own.

“Open this fuckin’ door now!” He shouts through the door, his hand twisting the knob fervently, but apparently, I locked it.

“Go a-away,” I slur, resting my head on the floor to try and stop the spinning and the bile from rising in my throat. The door rattles as Matty's body collides with it, curse words falling from his lips each time it doesn’t budge.

“M’ not fuckin’ around, open this damn door before I break it!.” Matty’s body slams against the door once more, the wood creaks under the force, threatening to give way. I can hear the panic in his tone, a stark contrast to the numbness that envelops me. I close my eyes, trying to shut out the noise, the light, the world.

But his pleads have me using the last bit of strength I have, I feebly reach for the door, and my hand successfully grabs the knob, twisting the lock off just as he bounds into it again, his body flying into the bathroom.

Matty would know with one look into my eyes that I was crumbling if he didn’t know already by the evidence surrounding me. He sinks to his knees in front of me, arms wrapping around my torso to pull my limp body against his, palms smoothing up and down my back. “What happened, baby?” He murmurs softly, my hands clutching to his t-shirt for dear life.

I can’t seem to form words, my throat feels like it’s closing up with every passing breath, but he already knows the answer. Matty has always been able to read me like a book, even when I didn’t want him to.

“I–I don’t want y-you to leave,” I finally manage to choke out, my voice dripping with desperation and sadness. “I don't want to be alone. B-but you're going to leave. Everyone a-always does. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to feel this way anymore, Matty, please,”

Matty doesn’t say anything, only holding me tighter as he rocks us back and forth, humming a soft tune that he knows always calms me down. Slowly but surely, my breathing eases, and I pull back from him to wipe away the tears that had been trailing down my cheeks.

“I’m right here,” Matty's warm, calloused hands gently cradle my face as I lean into his touch. The roughness of his palms contrasted against the softness of my skin, creating an intoxicating sensation.

He helps me up and leads me to the living room, sitting me down on the couch and grabbing a blanket to wrap around me. I watch as he cleans up my mess, the glass bottles clanking in the trashcan. He doesn’t say anything as he does it, his focus is solely on making sure everything is taken care of.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say, my voice still weak.

Matty only smiles softly at me. “I want to take care of you, love. That’s what I’m here for.”

I feel guilty for making such a mess, for being such a burden on him. But I couldn't bring myself to say anything, the guilt weighing heavily on my chest. Matty notices my distress and sits next to me, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb soothingly over my knuckles.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asks gently, giving me the space and time I need to speak. And it all comes rushing out of me, everything that had been weighing me down and suffocating me.

The stress of work, the pressure from my family, the feeling of being completely alone, even with people around me. And then, how I feel like he will leave me one day, just like everyone else has. The fear of being abandoned again, the pain of being left behind. It was all just too much, and I couldn't handle it anymore.

Matty listens attentively, never interrupting or judging. His presence alone gave me the courage to speak my truth. When I finish, he pulls me onto his lap and holds me tight, his fingertips tracing up and down my spine.

“I'm here, baby,” he whispers into my ear, “M'not goin' anywhere, okay? M'never gonna leave you.”

I rest my head in the crook of his neck and inhale his familiar scent; cigarettes and warm vanilla. As I allow myself to cry, letting out all the emotions I had held in for so long. Matty doesn’t try to stop me or tell me to calm down. He just holds me tighter, his own tears mingling with mine.

We stay like that for what feels like hours, the two of us wrapped up in each other’s embrace until the sobs begin to subside, and my breathing evens out. Matty pulls away, holding my face in his hands and wiping away the tears that had stained my cheeks.

“I love you, you know that right?” He stares deeply into my eyes, his own filled with so much emotion it's almost overwhelming. “And I’m not just saying that because I want to make you feel better. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, and I’ll continue to love you for the rest of my life.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, the weight of them settling into my soul.

“I love you too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

My heart swells with love and gratitude for this man, this beautiful, caring man who had been by my side through thick and thin. I lean in and capture his lips with mine, pouring all my love and passion into the kiss. As we pull away, Matty pulls me back in for a tight embrace, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “You're strong, you know that? Stronger than any of this bullshit that's been thrown your way.”

I smile weakly as a tear slips down my cheek. “I don't feel very strong right now.”

Matty's hand cups my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had fallen. “I know, baby. But you are. I promise.” He says, his eyes meeting mine with fierce determination. “You and me, we're in this together. We'll face whatever comes our way, hand in hand until we're old and grey.”

I nod, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his words. As he holds me, It's moments like these that make me realize how much I need him, how much I truly love him. “You already have some grey, though.” A bubble of laughter escapes from my lips as I tease him, running my fingers through his hair.

“Rude!”" Matty chuckles and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“You're the reason for it,” he says, grinning against my mouth. “But I wouldn't have it any other way. It just means I've had you in my life for a long time.”

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byyourside28 · 1 year ago

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Body Shots

Summary: Your boyfriend, Matty, and his friends are doing body shots off of you, and let's just say things take a turn.

Warnings: Smut (Dom matty, sexual tension/action with George and Charli, use of a vibrator, blindfold, dirty talk, unprotected sex. lmk if I missed any)

WC: 7.6K

The music rumbles beneath our feet, and I hear voices echoing around us. Matty’s hand stays in mine even as we finally reach the club’s main floor, and I can’t help but notice as he subtly tightens his grip at the sight in front of him.

The lighting was low, as usual. Matty and I spotted many familiar faces around the room in the crowded room. Declan, my best friend, was behind the counter pouring shot after shot of drinks at the bar while everyone else was too caught up in conversation to notice our arrival.

“Angel baby… I thought we agreed to a low-key night?” He whispers against the shell of my ear, his hand finally releasing my hand, only to trail up my arm.

“Hmm…I decided not to listen.” I hum back in response, leaning into his touch momentarily before pulling away just as George's head snapped towards us.

George jumps into action, hopping off the stool and racing towards us. “Matthew and Stormi.” He sings Matty’s name and my nickname loudly, the alcohol evident in his slightly slurred words.

“Couldn’t wait for me to start drinking? Fuckin’ bullshit, mate.” Matty laughs, smiling easily at our friend and returning his hug.

George shrugs lazily, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek and pulls Matty away from me by the shoulder, whispering something in his ear that I couldn’t hear over the booming music. Two pairs of familiar eyes land on me just as Matty and George approach them, both men peering over their shoulders with wide smiles.

Declan beckons me over, a shot glass in his hand as an offer, and I roll my eyes with a smile, joining him at the bar.

“Hiya, babes. You look stunning tonight. Matty too,” Declan shouts across the bar, his own eyes bright with amusement. “Who are the other guys, though? Don’t think I’ve seen them in here before.”

His chin juts towards the two men, all of them now deep in conversation with Matty and George. They’re exchanging genuine hugs, and Ross’s laughter echoes over the others and the music.

“De, The rest of 75? You should know this by now.” I laugh, glancing over my shoulder again to find Matty’s eyes already on me.

I roll my eyes when I see a girl trying to get Matty’s attention, her stupid fucking face smug as she winks at me. “And it begins.” I groan to Declan, his own face mirroring mine as it distorts into disgust.

He raises his eyebrows at the girl as she looks back at us with a bored expression. “Can I help you?!" He shouts, everyone’s eyes turning in our direction.

“Angel!” Matty shouts, jerking his head for me to join the small group.

“Wish me luck,” I groan, keeping my eyes off the girl who is now trying to get Adam’s attention. But she fails and storms off. Matty’s arm wraps around my shoulders just as I near them, unhesitatingly pulling me into his side as I greet Ross and Adam.

Ross’s grin is wide as he takes a swig from his drink, his eyes flickering down my body before returning to my face. “Stormi, what have I told ya about lookin' so goddamn pretty all the time?”

I chuckle, shaking my head at the compliment as I lean closer to Matty. His grip tightens on my shoulder possessively, and I can’t help but revel in the attention. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk, Ross.”

“Hey, I’m not that drunk. Plus, it’s true,” Ross shrugs, taking another sip from his glass.

Adam chimes in with a grin, pulling me into a quick hug. “You look gorgeous, Stormi. As always.” I feel my cheeks heat up, but Matty’s voice cuts in before I can respond. “She’s mine, lads.”

Everyone laughs at his possessiveness, but I can tell that he means it. His arm stays firmly around my shoulders, and I lean into his side contentedly.

“Yeah, but George had her first.” Adam jokes, earning a playful punch in the arm from George.

“We were fifteen!” George groans, but his laughter betrays his annoyance.

Matty rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile. “Fuckk off, Hann.”

I feel a warm feeling spread through my chest, and I glance up at Matty to find him looking down at me with a soft expression. The group continues to laugh and joke around until two hands wrap around George's waist, “About time you show up!” He exclaims. “This is Charli.”

I turn to face Charli, meeting her gaze with a smile. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n but everyone calls me Stormi.” I say warmly.

“You look fantastic.” She smiles warmly at me, looking at my all-black outfit: A see-through blouse that ties in the center of my breasts, exposing the part of my abdomen. A striped mini skirt, reaching just below the tops of my thighs.

“She’s prettier than you said, Matty.” She teases, laughing when Matty scoffs and shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed.

“Oh, really?” I joke, nudging Matty’s hip with my own. “Fuckin' hell, G. Can't believe you were able to pull Ms.xcx.”

The guys and Charli chuckle as George shoots them a playful glare while securely embracing her with his toned arm.

We all continue to chat, taking turns downing shots and catching up on each other's lives. The music is pounding, and the heat of the bodies around us makes the air feel thick with anticipation. I can feel Matty's hand on the small of my back, leading me effortlessly around the dance floor as we move to the beat.

Charli and I form a quick bond, chatting and laughing together as though we’ve known each other for years. The guys are all in good spirits, their laughter and jokes filling the room alongside the music.

As the night wears on, I can feel the alcohol taking its toll on everyone. “Drunk men are just grown toddlers; you can’t convince me otherwise.” I laugh, sipping on the whiskey in my glass.

As if on cue, Matty is bringing his face dangerously close to a sparkler that George is holding and lighting it, Adam and Ross laughing in sync like children.

“What’re you drinking? I can smell it from here.” Charli ponders, craning her neck to look at the amber liquor in my glass.

“Crown apple with some kind of vanilla liqueur. Declan makes it solely for me, and calls it the ‘In the eye of Stormi’. Wanna try it?” I offer, holding the glass out to her empty hands.

I turn my attention back to Matty when she takes the glass from me, his eyes already on mine with a smile on his lips.

Charli hums in appreciation of the drink, handing it back to me as Matty ushers me to the DJ booth with his pointer finger. “Oh God, let’s go see what they want.” I laugh, setting the glass down, hooking my arm into Charli’s, and dragging her along with me.

We weave through the crowd, the bass pounding in my chest as we reach the DJ booth. Charli immediately begins talking to G, Adam and Ross. I feel Matty's arm wrap around my waist as he speaks into my ear.

“Thought you’d like to know, that girl you were glaring at earlier left with her tail between her legs when she realized she didn’t stand a chance,” He murmurs, his breath hot against my neck.

I turn to look at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Matty’s eyes are dark and smouldering, and his lips parted slightly as he looks down at me hungrily. I can feel his body pressing against mine, and my breath catches in my throat.

“That was ages ago, and I wasn’t glaring,” I protest weakly, biting my lip as his lips brush against my ear.

“Sure you weren’t,” He murmurs, his hand sliding down my back and landing on my hip. I shiver at his words, feeling a rush of excitement pool low in my belly. The possessive edge to his voice sends a thrill through me, and I turn my head to look up at him, my lips curving into a small smirk. “I wasn’t glaring,” I stated again, even though we both knew it was a lie.

Matty’s eyes glint with amusement, and he leans down to capture my lips in a heated, possessive kiss. I revel in the feel of his body pressed against mine, the taste of wine on his tongue as he deepens the kiss.

I moan softly against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls me closer. We’re lost in our own world, the music and chatter of the party fading into the background as we explore each other, our bodies pressed together in a haze of desire.

When we finally break apart, I can hear Charli and the guys whooping in the background, but I couldn't care less. All that matters is how Matty looks at me, his eyes burning with need.

“C'mon babes, I need a drink.” Charli said, breaking my gaze from Matty. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I turn to see the boys all clapping and cheering us on.

“Wow, guys. You’re really goin’ for it,” Ross teases, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

I shove Matty playfully as he grabs my ass but can't keep the smile off my face. “Shut up, Ross.”

Adam laughs, throwing an arm around Matty’s shoulders. “It was proper disgusting, mate. I think I need to cleanse my eyes.”

Matty rolls his eyes, his hand still resting on my hip possessively. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Hann.”

George laughs loudly, “He’s not the only one jealous, mate. I think we all are.”

Charli chuckles, her eyes flickering between the two of us. “You guys are pretty cute together.”

I feel Matty's grip tighten on me, and he shoots her a quick smile. “I know.”

I gradually free myself from his grip and turn to Charli, who extends her hand toward me as we leave the DJ booth and head towards the bar.

“God, look at them!” Charli laughs and lets go of my hand. We come to a halt in the middle of the dance floor.

I follow Charli’s line of sight; George is throwing Matty over his shoulder and shouting incoherently, running around the stage drunkenly. Matty is punching his back, cursing for him to put him down while Adam chases them, attempting to help. Ross is just standing there, doubled over in laughter and pointing at the three of them.

“Fucking toddlers, I swear.” I laugh, grabbing Charli's hand to pull her through the crowd.

Declan is already watching us as we make our way up to the bar, his eyes dancing with delight at the sight of Charli. I giggle, knowing he is a huge fan of hers and probably shitting himself.

Declan makes his way over to us almost instantly, as we both sit on a stool and a glass of the ‘in the eye of Stormi’ placed in front of me, “Sorry, didn’t know what you’d like, babe. What can I get you?” He directs his question to Charli, an animating expression on his face.

“Oh, you know what would be fun? Body shots!” She shouts, bouncing in her seat. “C'mon, Stormi, do it with me!”

“Yeah, c'mon on, Stormi. It’d be hot as fuck.” I turn to find Ross stumbling his way over to us; his skin tinted red from the alcohol.

“God, Where did you come from?” I chuckle as Ross winks at me.

The three of them start cheering me on, and I groan dramatically, laughing before standing from the stool and nodding in agreement. Ross automatically offers his hand to help me onto the bar, and I lay flat, patiently waiting for Declan to get the needed ingredients.

Matty, George and Adam are now making their way over to us, all of their expressions the same as they question what is going on.

As soon as Declan pulls my skirt a little lower and starts pouring the tequila into my now-exposed navel, Matty’s brows raise, and George stumbles into Adam’s body. My body shivers as the cool liquor spills over my stomach, but it’s quickly gone when I focus on the feeling of Charli sprinkling salt along my exposed cleavage.

“Open up.” Charli instructs with a smirk, holding the lime edge between her fingers over my mouth. I do as she says, holding the citrus in my mouth carefully.

Her hair tickles my stomach as she leans down, sucking up the alcohol, and I flick my eyes around the people around me. Ross is astonished, eyes wide as he watches our every move.

I can’t help but laugh as Charli’s tongue darts between my cleavage, licking up the salt slowly. Matty and George stare at us, their bodies tense as they repeatedly smack one another in disbelief.

Adam's eyes look at us and then force them away, only to look back with turmoil. “Why the fuck is this kinda hot?”

I almost choke on the lime with a laugh as Charli lowers her mouth to mine, Ross smacking Adam’s shoulder reassuringly. “Shut up! Enjoy the show.” Everyone cheers around us as she pulls the lime from my lips, triumphantly standing back up straight with it between her teeth. Charli sucks on the fruit for a moment before spitting it down onto the bar beside me, offering me a helping hand as I sit up. I’m stunned for a moment when she pushes her mouth on me, the taste of the body shot erupting on my taste buds as her tongue darts out against mine.

“Fuck yeah!” Ross shouts as our lips move together languidly, and we laugh, pulling apart from one another.

“Told ya that’d be fun.” Charli winks at me, helping me hop off the bar before making her way to George, having to snap in his face a few times to break his trance.

Matty is suddenly in front of me, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me towards him. His eyes are dark with desire as he dips his head down to capture my lips in a heated kiss.

I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he presses against me, and I can't help but moan into his mouth. His hand slides down to the curve of my hip, his fingers trailing fire along my skin.

I cling to him as he deepens the kiss, our bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. The room fades away until it's just the two of us lost in our passion, the alcohol and the salty taste on my tongue only adding to the craving that burns inside me.

Finally, we break apart, gasping for air. Matty looks down at me with a hungry expression, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek.

“You're mine,” he growls possessively, and I can feel the desire burning in his gaze.

The rest of the night is hazy and blurry, a haze of whispered promises and drunken laughter. We all stumble out of the club and into cabs while Matty and George argue over who could do a body shot faster.

I giggle, my head spinning from the alcohol as I lean into Matty's side. I glance at Charli, who is laughing with Ross as they poke fun at Adam, who is already passed out as we pull away from the club.

The ride is filled with the sound of our friends' drunken laughter and the quiet hum of the car engine. I let myself get lost in the sensation of Matty's arm around my waist, his hand warm against my skin.

Before I know it, we pull up outside Matty's house, and he helps me out of the car. We all stumble on the footpath towards the front door, still giggling like children as Adam stumbles behind us, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Matty fumbles for his keys, his hand shaking slightly from the alcohol, and finally manages to unlock the door. We all pile into the house, and Matty turns to me with a wicked grin.

The marble countertop is cold against my bare back as I lay back, the ceiling slightly spinning as I stare up at the tiles and the music blaring loudly. “You ready, Angel?” Matty rasps at my ear, my head turning to the side to face him.

He has a mischievous glint in his eyes, clouded by the amount of alcohol in his system, but it’s unmistakable. I nod my head yes and suck in a deep breath, looking back directly above me.

George is on the other side of me, smirking down at me with almost just as much teasing crossing his features. My body jerks when I feel the cold shot glasses sit on my stomach carefully, and George is suddenly at my other ear, chuckling wickedly. “Don’t be scared, darlin’. We both know you’ve been dying for my tongue on you again, haven’t you?”

Before I can open my mouth to respond, Matty is gripping George’s shirt and pulling him away from me with a warning expression carved onto his features.

Two lines of salt are poured on my torso, following the curve of my breasts and over my bra, stopping at the base of my neck finally.

I glance over at Charli, who is watching with excitement in her eyes, and when she catches my gaze, she throws me a seductive smirk. I hold back my laugh when she mouths, "I’m next", and winks at me in hopes of not spilling the tequila sitting on my stomach.

“Open up, Angel.” Matty orders, grabbing my attention again. When I look back up to him, he’s holding the slice of lime near my lips.

I take the fruit between my teeth and smile at both boys, nearly choking on it when George rasps a low "good girl" at me.

How the hell did I get here? Why did I agree to this?

Matty curses under his breath and looks like he wants to murder George, but he takes a stabilizing breath and stands up straight, jerking his head for George to do the same.

“I can’t fuckin’ watch this.” Adam announces dramatically, throwing his arms up in the air before storming to the living room. It only takes about two seconds before he’s poking his head back out into the kitchen and looks at Ross expectantly. “Get the hell in here, mate.”

Ross literally pouts his bottom lip and flicks his eyes between Adam and me, sighing when he sees Adamis ready to physically drag him away if needed. I can’t help but cackle loudly at Ross’s face. Matty and George’s hands quickly grasp onto their glasses, holding them in place until I’ve calmed down enough to hold steady.

“I think Adam is right, Charli…” Ross mutters, his eyes glazing over as he watches us closely. “Maybe we shouldn’t watch this.”

“Fuck that, I’m staying.” She declares immediately, waving her hand towards the hall where Adam disappeared. “You’re right, though. You don’t get to watch—go have fun with Hann.” Ross almost trips over his own feet as he stumbles out of the kitchen and down the hall, his eyes only leaving me once he’s entirely out of sight.

Matty sighs harshly and looks back at Charli. “Are we done with the interruptions? I’d like to get this over with.”

“What’s the matter, Matty? Gettin’ nervous that I might be better than you, huh?” George taunts, cocking his head to the side with a slight smirk.

Matty responds with a humourless chuckle, which has my thighs clenching at the vibrato. “Are you forgetting who she’s with, G? You can only dream of being better than me.” Matty scoffs, his hand coming up to dance along my exposed thigh that’s closest to him.

“Are you forgetting that I’ve fucked her too? I could show how where, if you’d like.” George counters, a raise of his brow.

“Shut the fuck up and get ready.” Matty demands, and George smirks but listens, bending down at his torso until I can feel his breath fan across my abdomen.

I squirm under their mouths, both out of excitement and nerves.

“Now.” George says hastily, both of them shooting back the alcohol in one gulp. Their mouths were suddenly on my skin, and I gasped as their tongues glided up my abdomen, licking every inch of salt they could reach.

The warmth of their breaths contrasts the coolness of their tongues, the alcohol lingering in their mouths. They lick me slowly, and each time they move, they leave behind a burning sensation as I moan loudly, my entire body shuddering.

Matty groans lowly, tugging the strap off my shoulder as his lips move down my torso slowly, kissing his way down my right breast. I arch my back, trying desperately to get closer to him, moaning louder at the feeling of his tongue against my nipple as he licks it gently.

George came up to my lips and sucked on the flesh of the lime, then pulled it out with his teeth. He took the lime out of his mouth but was still hovering over me, staring at my lips. He licked his own lips hungrily, leaning in even more, closing the gap between our lips.

“Wait.” Matty murmurs, pulling George’s head back with a firm grip on his neck. George whines loudly at the loss of contact, and Matty grins wickedly down at me. His eyes flash from me to George, and I can tell he’s contemplating what to do next.

If Matty decides to kiss George, I’m gonna have trouble keeping myself from jumping him. But before any of that happens, I direct my eyes to Charli; she stares at me silently, biting her lower lip while her fingers play with the hem of her dress. Her face is flushed, and she bites down so hard on her lip it looks like her bottom lip might bleed.

I can see the desire dancing in her brown eyes as well. I bite down hard on mine, and Matty looks back down at me, his eyes searching my face and my eyes darting between both him and Charli.

If he notices anything, however, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he pulls George forward again with a harsh push on his neck, bringing Goerge’s mouth to mine.

His mouth moves quickly over mine, pushing my back further against the countertop as George grabs fistfuls of my hair. The taste of beer and tequila coats my tongue instantly. My body buzzes with pleasure, and I gasp for air when Matty starts sucking on my neck.

I push George’s face back, breathing heavily, my heart racing in my chest. Matty keeps kissing up my throat, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form across my skin. He leans back and trails kisses along my jaw, stopping inches from my lips.

My body twitches, begging for the kiss Matty will give me. I’m desperate to feel his lips touch mine. But, he leans back slightly with a smug grin, resting his hand against my cheek gently, his eyes glancing down at my lips.

“Only I get to have you tonight.” His voice is soft and husky, filled with a possessiveness I’ve never heard from him before. His thumb strokes across my cheek lightly, the action sending a wave of shivers through my body.

I can feel my cheeks flush at his words, and I can only nod in agreement. Matty grins, leaning in and finally pressing his lips to mine. This kiss is soft and gentle, lingering as if it were our first. When he pulls away, his eyes are filled with a longing that mirrors my own.

Matty releases George from his grip, and the two of them stumble back, laughing at their own jokes as if nothing had just happened. I watch as Charli steps forward, her fingers reaching out for me as I sit up.

“Are you alright, babe?” She asks. I nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Charli grins and hugs me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She held me tightly, lifted my chin with her fingers, and then kissed me fiercely. It was hungry, passionate, and exploratory.

Her tongue swept through my mouth. I could feel the tip of it go past my lips and stroke the inside of my teeth. It was as if she were breathing life into me.

An iron grip clamped around my hair and yanked me away from her alluring lips. “What did I just tell you?” Matty asks sternly, his eyes burning into mine.

Charli pulls away with a gasp and stares at Matty, whose voice is level with a hint of warning in it. “Don't forget who she belongs to,” he says with a smirk, his thumb stroking the side of my face. Charli and I stayed still, I immediately forgot about the kiss, and I nodded in response.

Charli puts her hands up in submission and smiles innocently. “Why can't we share, Matty?” she inquires as George comes up from behind and encloses her in his embrace, a mischievous smirk spread across his face.

Matty glares at her before turning his eyes back to me. He sighs heavily and runs his hands through his hair, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He steps around the island and pulls me close, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You belong to me.” He whispers before kissing me softly on the lips. His kiss lingers, and his grip tightens until I'm sure I'm going to faint.

He pulls away, his eyes still blazing. He looks back at Charli and smirks. “You can have her after I'm done…maybe.”

Charli's jaw drops slightly, her cheeks flushing red, but she nods obediently. Matty turns to face me, his hand on my waist as he quickly pulls me from the island. I struggle to keep up with his long strides, and Matty doesn’t seem to want to wait on me as he turns and flings me over his shoulders, bounding up the stairs with intent.

The faces of our friends bounce around my sight with each step he takes, and I manage to throw up a parting wave to them, smiling boldly as they both laugh. As we reach the top of the stairs, Matty forcefully pushes the door to his bedroom open and sets me down on my feet.

His lips press against mine, his tongue parting my lips and sliding into my mouth. He kisses me fiercely, with passion pouring from every touch of his hand on my waist to the weight of his body, which crushes me against him. When he pulls away, he looks down at me with a mischievous smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

“Don't forget,” he says, his voice growing more serious with each spoken word. “You belong to me, Stormi. Always and forever.” Goosebumps rise on my arms as he runs his hands down my body.

“I belong to you.” I whisper, pressing my lips to his once again.

The second my bra is off, my fingers are yanking at his shirt, and his hands are feverishly unzipping my skirt. Matty’s eyes are hazy and look downright bloodshot, and I find myself even more attracted to him in this state. I love it when he has more than a few drinks—he gets raunchier and more demanding.

Drunk Matty is my favorite Matty.

He pulls away from my lips, his gaze running up and down my body which was now only covered by a delicate lace; I could feel the heat of his stare burning through the fabric.

“Take them off and sit on the bed.” he orders, his voice gritty as he juts his chin towards the mattress.

I take hold of the slim band around my waist, inching it downwards as Matty steps forward. “Faster.” He says, his gaze dropping to the skin that is now visible.

I make a show of sliding them down, letting the fabric free fall down my legs before stepping out of them and sitting on the bed. His low hum of approval causes a spark of pleasure to run up my spine.

"Good girl." Matty's voice is a throaty growl as he steps closer, “Open your legs. Wanna see that pretty pussy.” His voice drops an octave, and his eyes fixated on where I have my knees pressed tightly together.

He stares hungrily as I part my thighs, leaning back onto my hands to give him an unobstructed view. “Like this?” I ask in a sultry voice, biting down on my lower lip when I catch him swallowing hard.

Matty strides forward, closing the gap between us. His lips eagerly seek mine as he moves closer, and I let out a soft moan that he eagerly takes in. My hands reach out to grasp the bulge beneath his boxers, and he responds with a muffled moan.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, finally pulling away from my lips, his eyes still trained on the place between my legs. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I’m caught off guard when Matty pulls away and shoves me back, my hair flying over my face with a bounce on the mattress. “Raise your arms above your head.” he orders.

A thrill runs through me as I eagerly raise my arms, my eyes glued to Matty as he lowers himself to me, and I gasp as he pushes his hips between mine, his hands sliding up my body, cupping my breasts and harshly pinching my hardened nipples.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, gripping at his side. He roughly grabs my wrist and jerks it above my head.

“You do not move, understand?” Matty cocks his head to the side slightly, his eyes drilling into mine from above.

I give him a small nod of understanding, and he crawls off the bed and away from me. His toned back muscles ripple with each step he takes away, causing me to clench my legs together involuntarily.

He whips his head around to look at me, catching me writhing. “I told you not to move, Stormi. Spread 'em now.” I slowly open my legs, revealing myself completely to him. His gaze travels down my body, and I catch his breath hitch in the back of his throat.

“Tell me, Angel...Did you like Charli and George touching you?” He mutters, turning back to his closet while rummaging through it for something. My lips remain in a tight line when Matty turns back to me, “We both know you did, Stormi. No point in staying quiet now.” he says with an amused smirk as I hesitate.

“Yes.” I finally whisper, barely audible. His smirk turns devious as he steps towards me, slipping the tie over my eyes and tying it behind my head.

“This okay?” He clarifies, and I nod. My vision is overcome by darkness, and I strain my ears to listen for the movement of him standing up from the bed. The mattress dips slightly as he rises.

My body twitches as his fingertips lightly graze my collarbone, gradually dipping lower and swirling in a circle around the shape of my chest. I feel their warmth as he traces them over my breasts.

A gasp leaves my lips when his fingers dip between my parted thighs, dragging them slowly through my folds before applying pressure to my swollen clit. The loss of vision, my hearing has perked up, and I hear how he sucks a breath between his teeth when he feels how wet I already am for him.

“Pathetic that you are this wet when I haven't even done anything.” he whispers, leaning over my body and ghosting his lips over mine. “Do you wish it was them touching you instead of me?”

“No.” I say instantly.

“Good.” He smirks against my lips before crashing them against mine, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. His finger rubs circles against my clit in the same rhythm that his tongue is dancing around mine, and it’s taking all my self-control not to pull his hair, to plead for more.

Moving wouldn’t be the wisest choice.

I can feel how hard he is, pressed against my leg as he rocks his hips a bit to gain some friction. “Please, Matty.” I beg, for what- I’m not sure.

“What is it, Angel? Tell me what you need.” He groans between urgent kisses as his finger finds its way into me. His touch is not soft and tender. It’s rough and insistent, only stopping once he’s reached the depth of his knuckle. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“More of you. Please.” I beg, my own voice foreign to my ears.

Matty adds a second finger and circles my clit with his thumb. “There ya go, does that feel good?”

My hips buck up as he speeds up, begging for more pressure, for him to be deeper- anything. “Remember what I said,” Matty hums before removing himself completely from me, a whimper falling past my lips, and I hear the side table drawer open.

My head snaps downward when I feel the bed dip and his smooth hands, save for the calluses on his fingertips, touch both of my calves. “Now remember, Angel. You’re going to be a good girl and not move- and if you do, I will stop.”

I nod at him as Matty spreads my legs slowly, teasing every inch of my skin he touches by ghosting his fingers over me. A loud moan passes my lips when he presses the silicone vibrator against my clit, the power on full blast without warning.

“That’s it. Let me hear how good this feels.” Matty encourages me, circling the toy slowly and pressing firmer. More moans fall from my lips. My stomach is tightening already, and my legs are starting to shake against the outside of Matty’s thighs as he’s situated himself between them.

Tears threaten to spill past my eyelids when Matty pushes two fingers into me, curling them up to hit the perfect spot. My chest is heaving, back arched, “I'm gonna cum.” I whimper.

His fingers, the vibrator- all pulled away from me, leaving me panting. Pulling the tie from my off in anger. He is already smirking at me when I sit up on my palms, lips pressed tightly together, and brows furrowed. “What the fuck, Matty?” I hiss, kicking him away and standing from the bed. “I know Charli and G will finish me off If you won't.” I taunted, knowing damn well I wouldn’t do it. The bed creaks as he stands, and I catch him in my peripheral, stalking me with a glare.

In the blink of an eye, I’m pulled back with Matty’s hand wrapped around my throat. His bare chest is pressed to my back, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “What the fuck did you just say?”

My body shivers at the threatening timber of his voice, his fingers flexing on either side of my neck.

There he is.

“You heard me, Matty. Either you fuck me, or I go downstairs right now." Matty pushes me away from him and towards the bed, and I have to catch myself by my palms to stop myself from falling over completely.

“Is this what you want, Angel? To be fucked like the little needy whore you are?” I peek over my shoulder as he pulls his boxers down and kicks out of them quickly.

The throbbing in my stomach increases when I see how hard he is, a bead of pre-cum spilling from the head of his dick. He spits into his hand, smearing it around the head of his dick before pumping himself a few times, holding my steady gaze.

My head drops back to face the mattress when he comes to stand behind me, one hand digging into my hip and the other smoothing over the curve of my ass before he thrusts into me, stilling when his hips meet my backside.

“Oh, fuck.” I curse, gripping the sheets into my palms. “Matty, please.” I beg, pushing my hips back against him for friction.

“Now you’re begging for me, huh? Desperate fuckin' slut. The way you’re gripping around me, god damn.” He grunts, sliding out slowly until just the head of his dick is inside of me.

“Do you still wanna go to them?” My breath is knocked from my lungs when he thrusts into me hard, holding onto my hip for better leverage. “Do you think they could fuck you like this? Leave you a pathetic panting mess?”

Matty drills into me, fast and hard, “Tell me, Stormi.” He grunts, his free hand coming to my hair, pulling our bodies flush against one another as he pushes into me at a new angle.

“No, no. I only want you.” I whine loudly, reaching behind me to hold onto his narrow waist to steady myself.

“That's what I fuckin' thought.” He scoffs, turning my head by the hair he has wrapped around his fist to smash our lips together. My body rocks against his, breathing long forgotten as he captures my lips and keeps the torturous pace he’s thrusting with.

A chill runs down my spine as I feel my arousal start to run down my legs, guttural moans passing through both of us. My legs are shaking, and I’m choking on breathy moans as he pushes me back down, slamming into me with need.

“Be a good girl and fuckin’ take it.” He grunts, a hand coming down to slap my ass harshly.

I can’t even begin to form a sentence with how rough and quick he is pounding into me. My skin is sweaty, and loud moans leave my lips and mix with Matty’s. His thrusts are becoming less precise, quick and sloppy with how wet I am, and I can tell by his broken moans that he’s getting close to cumming.

My eyes close tightly from the pleasure, and I can feel myself pulsing around him, trying to coax the orgasm my body is burning for.

Again, right before I can feel the high coming, Matty pulls out of me.

I fall onto the mattress and glance over my shoulder, ready to cuss him out, but this time he leaves no opening for it. His hands grip my waist, turning me and scooting both of us up on the bed frantically.

He parts my legs, sitting on his knees between them as he wraps one around his waist and the other over his shoulder. He meets my gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips before leaning his head over and spitting directly onto my throbbing cunt. My body jerks when his fingers come down to my clit, rubbing the spit around in a teasing rhythm.

My breath is choked out when he delves back into me roughly without warning.

Matty’s eyes roll back, and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his head falls back to look up at the ceiling in pleasure. The sight alone, so worked up because of me, has me nearly cumming. His body is coated in sweat, chest and biceps rippling with each movement.

His damp curls hang over his eyes as he looks back down at me when I moan his name, one hand holding my leg securely over his shoulder and the other coming down to rub circles over my clit.

My back arches, and my hands hold onto the sheets beneath me at the sensation. “Fuck me. That’s it, Angel. You like that, yeah?”

I nod frantically, screwing my eyes shut when my knee almost touches my chest as he leans over me, his lips finding mine hungrily. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Yes, god. You feel so good inside of me.” I praise him in breathy whimpers, unclamping my hands from the sheets to dip one into his sweaty hair and the other raking over his shoulder blades.

Matty drops the leg from over his shoulder, using his own grip on my shoulders to pound into me deeper. The new angle has me arching again, our chests pressed together, and loud moans falling from my lips like a prayer when he attacked his mouth to my neck, trailing kisses and love bites down my chest.

I’m thankful for the loud music going on downstairs cause the moment his lips latch around my nipple, circling his tongue and pulling it between his teeth, my hips buck, and a pornographic moan forces itself from my lips.

“You look so beautiful like this, falling apart all because of me.” He groans, glancing up at me as he peppers kisses between the curve of my breasts.

Pushing him over, I turn the both of us so that I’m straddling his waist, his hands taking refuge on my hips. I don’t waste a second before slamming my hips down and taking him all the way.

Matty’s mouth falls open, throwing his head back against the pillow as my walls clamp around him.

My nails dig into his chest as I rock my hips, lifting and falling back onto him, chasing the orgasm that’s begging to be released. His moans urge me on, and I lift myself off until just the tip is in me before plunging back down quicker this time, letting our voices meld together.

His hip bones are digging into me with how rough I’m riding him, and I’m sure I’ll leave marks on his chest from my nails, but the pain is only quickening his climax. His face is pulled up in pleasure; eyes closed tightly with his jaw unhinged.

“Open your eyes. I wanna watch you.” I say through broken breaths, trailing a hand down into his and bringing it up to cup my breast tightly.

Brown eyes meet mine before glancing down to watch himself disappear inside me. Each time I lower myself onto him, my arousal coats him, making a mess between the two of us.

“Jesus Christ,” he moans, his other hand releasing my hip and coming to rub circles on my clit with his thumb in rhythm with the rocking of my hips.

“That’s it, Angel. Fuck me. Use me. Make a goddamn mess.” He encourages, my own head flinging back to the ceiling in pleasure before looking down into his eyes.

It’s only a few more times of me lifting myself and plummeting down on him before my walls start convulsing around him, the hand he’s cupping my breast with coming to my throat and tightening his fingers around the sides. “Shit, shit, shit…” I moan out in breaths, Matty nodding understandingly.

“Feels so good, Angel. Nobody hugs my cock like you do, goddamn.” He groans, pulling his feet up to lay flat against the mattress. The hand around my throat tugs me down, his lips meeting mine roughly.

My lips part, a loud moan that Matty swallows hungrily. I know if his lips weren’t on mine, the music and voices downstairs wouldn’t be able to block out my screams chanting his name.

His hips buck up into me with no mercy, a hand smoothing down my spine before squeezing the flesh of my ass harshly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I choke, my walls clenching around him violently. Besides the muddled music and the pants between us, all I can hear is our bodies smacking against one another.

Both of his arms wrap around me, guiding me through the blur of my high, smacking my ass with one hand while the other continues biting into my skin devilishly. “Soak my cock, Angel. Cum all over me.”

My movement is still as my jaw drops, breathing heavily against Matty’s lips. I can feel myself dripping onto his pelvis and thighs as he continues to thrust up into me, his own grunts of an oncoming orgasm coursing through him. My forehead drops to his chest as his movements become sloppy and sharp, my name flowing from his lips like a sinful prayer.

“Shit, fuckin’ hell-” he moans, thrusting up into me one last time with force before stilling inside of me.

The tension in both of our bodies dissipates as I collapse fully on top of him, his hands smoothing over the sensitive skin of my ass before trailing up my damp back and curling in the hair that’s sticking to the back of my neck.

I’m not sure how long we’ve laid there, just breathing in each other’s scent and calmingness before Matty gently pulls out of me and softly brings his lips to mine.

“I love you. That was fucking amazing,” he whispers, a satisfied smirk on his lips. I hum in agreement as I rest my forehead against his, a peaceful silence settling between us.

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We Can't Be Friends // Masterlink

'We can't be friends, but I desperately wanted to hold onto this moment and pretend we were. He was my best friend, and I knew deep down that we were meant to be together at another time. But fate had different plans for us, tearing us apart and leaving us with nothing but what ifs and regrets.'

WC: 42K (completed, just re-uploading with new bits/rewritten)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, drug use, and angst.

Summary: You've been best friends with Matty for years, but one night you threw caution to the wind and crossed a line, stepping from friendship into lovers. Can you go back to just being friends, or has the line been blurred beyond repair?

🔥-Smut 🌧️-Angst

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Chapter 4 🔥🌧️

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byyourside28 · 1 year ago

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Strike

WC: 7.5K

Warnings: Smut ( a hint of voyeurism, make up sex, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, dirty talk...I can't re read my smut so lmk if I missed any) and Angst

Summary: You and your boyfriend Matty signed up for a friendly game of baseball.

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You had been staring at the sign-up page for the last forty minutes, deciding whether or not it could help you and your boyfriend out, or just make matters worse. The two of you had always been ‘that couple’, the couple who would make it through anything, the couple who made others believe in true love. You believed it, too… it’s just things have been a little stale behind closed doors.

Work has been getting in the way of both of you. On the days he would get off early, you’d be working late and vice versa. It truly felt like the entire universe was against you, and your back was growing weak with the weight of it all.

The love was still there between you and him, that’s certain. You were each other’s anchors. When one was down too low, on the verge of free falling, the other was there to catch them, but the spark? It’s been gone for a while. You can’t even recall the last time you felt those butterflies he used to instill in you every waking moment.

It’s been months since the two of you have had any real alone time.

Long nights at work meant coming home to the other already passed out in bed, a cold dinner set out for you to nuke before joining them and then repeating the cycle. Day in and day out.

Repetitive. Boring. Mind numbing.

Weekends used to be for you two; nights spent in some dusty pub with your friends, or drinking all day in the safety of your own apartment together, but even those have seemed to die.

Getting promoted at your company felt like a win for you when it happened, but you underestimated the extra work it would bring, and sometimes- most of the times- that meant bringing it home on the weekends to finish. Even Matty had been too focused on his music, and when he was home, his mind was too wrapped up in song writing before him to even notice you nearly on the verge of cracking with the loss of touch.

You hadn’t missed the way he was struggling too though. One morning, when you’d manage to wake up before he left for work, you had found your bed cold and empty. The shower was on in your en-suite bathroom, the door cracked just enough to let the steam that rolled out from the hot water coursing down his body, travel into your bedroom.

You felt almost guilty, the way your feet propelled you forward on the tips of your toes, sneaking a look at your own boyfriend through a small crack. It felt juvenile, but the way your heart sputtered at the sight of him was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth to subdue any moans he was fighting to control. Your body heated when you took in his bare body, the water pelting against his skin as he pumped himself, muscles flexing with each desperate movement. Even through the condensation on the glass shower wall, you could see how pent up he was. The way he was begging silently for a release that you too, had been needing.

When your name fell from his lips in a whisper, and his free hand came out to smack the shower wall to hold him steady, you pulled away. Too embarrassed to say you were having to clench your thighs together just at the sight of him getting himself off. How relieved you felt that it was still you he was thinking of, even after so long apart.

With the memory of that replaying in your mind, you quickly sign both of your names on the respected lines and tack it back to the bulletin board where it had been, taking a deep breath to alleviate some of the tension building in your shoulders. Even his fucking name looked powerful next to yours.

Matty Healy; frontman of ‘The 1975’. How in the hell did you score him? It’s a question you’ve asked yourself, and him, plenty of times. He always scoffed and told you that you were silly for not seeing it, because in his eyes you were the prize.

Sending a quick text to him, you make him swear that he won’t make any plans for the upcoming weekend because you had something planned, and he texted back an hour or so later, promising he would be there.

You weren’t going to count on it, not that he didn’t keep his promises if possible, but because he rarely had any free time anymore, but you were hopeful.

The day passed relatively slowly. Paperwork, emails, phone calls. You left work half an hour early, a pep in your step on the walk back. The two of you had moved in together a little over a year ago, a nice apartment in one of the more secure neighborhoods. Matty tried convincing you to let him pay for everything, that he was well off enough to let you relax and not worry about bills, but you weren’t raised that way and definitely wasn’t going to feel like a freeloader.

So, when the place came open, and it was within your budget- barely- the two of you jumped on it.

It’s strange how it seems you saw one another more when you lived across the city rather than in the same household.

Matty was home when you arrived, something that hadn’t happened that often over the last couple of months. A wide smile graces your face as your bag falls to the ground, him spinning around in the kitchen at the sound to offer the same reaction back to you.

“Hey, baby.” He grins, turning back to the stove in front of him, “got off a bit early, thought I’d make ya some dinner. Ya hungry?”

Walking across the open space to greet him, your arms wrap around his waist and you lay your head on his back, squeezing slightly. “Mmm, starving.”

Matty chuckles, the vibrations tingling through your entire body. Your arms stay wrapped around him as he spins to face you, his back leaning against the counter and hands coming to cup your face. “You look beautiful. Can I have a kiss?”

With your heart racing and lungs failing, you nod. You stand on the tips of your toes and he leans down to meet you halfway, softly enveloping his lips to yours. It will never cease to amaze you how perfectly his mouth fits with yours, like the two of you were crafted for one another. “Missed you.” He mumbles against your lips, not fully pulling away yet.

“Missed you more.” You reply, smiling against him, opening your eyes to find him already gazing down at you. “How was the studio?”

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to yours, “jus’ wanna eat some dinner with my girl and make up for bein’ a fuckin’ asshole.”

You started to argue that he wasn’t an ass, that you understood he was busy- because you were too- but he shook his head again, “not hearin’ it, pretty. I know it’s been rough lately so… let me just spoil ya for a bit? Please.”

“Okay.” You whisper, squeezing him tighter. “What’s for dinner then?”

The two of you spent the next few hours talking over a plate of roasted vegetables and baked chicken, paired with a few glasses of wine for yourself and him. You told him about the baseball league, and to your surprise- he seemed excited until you mentioned the other co-workers that had signed up.

There were a few names you recognized; Samantha, a girl who worked in the IT department and had a knack for always being the one who came to fix your computer when you’d somehow fuck it up, Robert, the older man who was the one that trained you when you first started and singlehandedly was your number one supporter when you had gotten promoted, and then the name Callum rolled off your tongue and you could see the way Matty’s entire body straightened up.

He made it abundantly clear that he would be there, early even, this weekend. He would get all of the gear needed for the two of you, and be there to pick you up from the office to take you to the batting cages to get the practice in with the “team”.

It made you giddy, in a way where you felt guilty for knowing he was jealous of someone, but also loving the idea that he was jealous. He still found you as someone worthy to be his, still felt like he wasn’t the one good enough. And it made you feel wanted. It made you feel seen, because you’ve been in the position with him too many times to count.

When Friday rolled around, and your shift was coming to an end, you waited in the lobby for Matty to show for almost an hour. He hadn’t answered any of the texts you had sent, hadn’t returned any of the calls and when you came to the realization he wasn’t going to make it… you were pissed.

Not even at the fact that he didn’t make it, but at the embarrassment you felt when your colleagues all offered you rides and you swore that he was coming. They all held the same look of pity you didn’t want to ever see pointed in your direction. So, with all of your logical reasoning thrown out of the window, when Callum came down to leave and offered you a ride with him, you took it.

Matty never had a reason to be jealous of Callum other than the fact that he was a good looking guy who brought you coffees in the morning sometimes. Even that had stopped once Callum found out you were in a serious relationship, but it wasn’t enough for Matty. In his head, everyone was out to take ‘his girl’, and he would be damned before that would happen.

You couldn’t stop the voices in your head scoffing at that. ‘His girl’, like he owned you or something. He couldn’t even be fucked to show up at something he promised he’d be at. He couldn’t even take two seconds to let you know he wouldn’t be there. Well, you were going to have fun, with or without him.

Callum could sense how angry you felt. He let you pick out the radio station on the ride over, he tried chatting about anything and everything to get your mind off of your boyfriend, but it wasn’t working. You were pissed off in a way you hadn’t been before. Not showing up to holiday parties, or small get-togethers that your coworkers threw were understandable. He had his own agenda and needed to mingle with his own crowd, but this? It felt like he was laughing straight in your face.

When all of your co-workers saw you getting out of Callum’s car, and their eyes turned softer, you were ready to throw in the towel. To just lie and tell them something came up and that’s why Matty wasn’t here, and that’s why you had to leave early- but they wouldn’t let you. With a subtle shake of Callum’s head, they all composed themselves and lent you some of their own gear to use for the day.

Nobody asked any questions when you came out of the locker room, bat in one hand and the bag of baseballs in the other. Nobody asked any questions when you were definitely swinging too hard and sent the ball flying at an impressive speed- because they had all been there. They knew what it felt like to have their significant other stand them up, or have a reason that they couldn’t do something- but you hadn’t. Not really. Every time you found yourself alone at an event, there was a good reason, or Matty would at least make an effort to text you and check up. He hasn’t done that yet, and you weren’t waiting on it.

In an effort to not let him ruin your night, you left your cellphone in your purse, stowed away safely in one of the lockers. And that small mistake is what made you miss Matty’s calls and texts asking where you were, him apologizing for being late, his worried voicemails when you never returned his calls.

You were up at the base, a bat in hand and Callum standing behind you trying to give pointers on how to properly hold the tool, when the gate to the cage screeched open and Matty walked in. You took half a second to glance over your shoulder, instantly locking eyes before rolling them and turning back to face the pitching machine, spreading your feet and bending your knees slightly with Callum’s instructions.

He backed up only slightly when the ball was tossed your ways, making sure to stay out of the swinging area, finally noticing your fuming boyfriend behind him. When the ding of the ball echoes from your bat, your female coworkers cheer, all focused on watching you. The loss of Callum’s praise is what your ears don’t catch, and what has you turning around to find where he had gone.

You saw them together, both men sizing one another up. Callum less intimidating, more defensive and Matty- god, he looked ready to blow his fucking gasket. Long gone were the browns of his eyes, replaced with blown pupils and that little bit of jealousy that has your stomach swirling.

“Nice of you to show up,” you remark as you step away from the plate, handing off the bat to Samantha, “didn’t think that a fucking text wouldve been nice? I waited at the office for an hour and if Callum hadn’t been kind enough to offer a ride, I would’ve had to have taken the train here.”

“Yeah,” Matty scoffs, finally tearing his eyes away from the man in front of him to find yours, “I bet he was super excited to be helpful. Fuckin’ hell, mate.”

Callum looks between the two of you, holding up his palms in a sign of surrender before muttering something about helping Samantha out and disappearing.

With him gone, Matty’s face softens. “Baby, I’m sorry. Really, I am- hey, where are you goin’?” He is quick to reach out and grab your arm to stop you from distancing yourself. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m so-”

“Yeah, you’re sorry.” You emphasize, jerking out of his hold, “nothing I haven’t heard before, Matty.”

The use of his name, in that tone, is what hurts him, and you almost felt bad for the low jab. “I did text you.”

“An hour later. An hour, Matty. I sat in the fucking lobby looking like an idiot for an hour!” At this point you were yelling at him, trying your best to contain it in a whisper, but you could feel your co-workers watching the two of you.

“And I’m sorry for that,” he sighs, reaching a hand up to tuck away the hair that had fallen loose from your low pony, “I was trying to find all of the gear you needed and then I got a call from George about the track… baby, I’m sorry. Really.”

You hated how you melted into the palm of his hand when it cupped your cheek, “that doesn’t make it any better.” You eventually mutter, and gather the strength needed to step away from him. “That doesn’t excuse you not typing out a sentence explaining it to me. You promised, Matt. And I defended you with every pitied look I got from everyone. I look like one of those girls who sticks with a man who doesn’t give a shit about her, do you get that? I looked ridiculous.”

He seems to mull over the idea for a second before nodding, looking off to the left of you two. “Right.” His tongue runs along his cheek before pulling his lip in between his teeth to bite down the words from spilling, “so you just- what? Find your knight in shining armour? Good ole, Callum.” He laughs lowly, “always Callum.”

“Don’t start this fucking shit again, Matty.” You huff, glancing to your left like he had to find all of your friends watching you- including the man Matty has a hatred for. “He is my friend. I’ve told you that a hundred fucking times. You will not come here and embarrass me again. Not in front of all of them. If you’re just going to be an ass, save it for when we’re both home- or will you just be gone again when I get back? Lord knows I never fucking know.”

“Here we go,” he shakes his head, dropping the duffle bag you hadn’t even realized he was holding, “you know the band keeps me busy. I would rather be home with you, always. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

You pull your eyes from the jeans that are hugging his legs, “actions speak louder than words.” And maybe, subconsciously, you meant it the way he took it. His eyes scan down your body, clad in a pair of spandex leggings and one of his old band tees that you stole from the closet this morning. You don’t stop him as he takes your palm into his, knitting each other’s fingers together and allowing him to pull you away from your co-workers wordlessly.

He guides you to the locker room, smacking the door open with the palm of his free hand, pulling you in roughly. You stumble a few steps in front of him, spinning around with your chest heaving anxiously as his hand falls from yours in the same movement. “What-,”

“Shut the fuck up,” he grounds out, closing the door behind him, “just shut up for one god damn minute.”

Standing completely still as his eyes roam the entirety of your body, you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin. “You think I like bein’ away from you, huh?” Matty takes a step closer, “you think I like having to fuckin’ jerk myself off in the shower almost every day thinking about you like a pathetic teenager?” The admittance has your stomach tightening.

You had caught him the one time, but you didn’t know it had happened more than that. “You don’t think that I spend every fuckin’ second imaging it’s your hand on me? Your perfect fuckin’ pussy gripping my cock? Tell me. Tell me how that makes any sense.”

At this point, he’s only a foot away from you, gazing down with the brown in his eyes completely gone. Your mouth opens, but no words come out and it makes Matty smirk. “You can’t, can you? Do you hear how stupid it sounds now that you��re saying it outloud?”

He watches carefully as your tongue comes out to lick your lower lip, “I… I just miss you.” You whisper, finally breathing out the tension that’s being held captive in your chest.

“You miss me?” He questions, taking another step forward, your feet mirroring as you move backwards. He stops for a moment, cocking his head to the side, “where are you goin’ then, baby? I’m right here. Why’re you runnin’?”

With another step towards you, you back away. Everything feels overwhelming. How close he is, how long you’ve waited for that predatory look in his eyes, the anger still lingering in your bloodstream.

Goosebumps raise as his knuckles trail up your right arm, his hand cupping your cheek. “Hmm? You goin’ to answer me?” A small gasp leaves your lips as he knots his hand into the back of your hair, yanking your eyes up to meet his. “Use that pretty mouth, baby. Now or never. What do you miss, huh? Miss my touch?”

Wordless and breathlessly, you nod. “Not good enough.” He hums, his blunt nails scratching your scalp for a moment before his hand falls completely away from you. “Want you to tell me what you miss exactly, or I’ll walk back out of that door and go hit some baseballs like we’re meant to be doing.”

Ten heartbeats pass before he chuckled lowly, “okay. Your choice.” His back is facing you as he walks towards the door, and it has your heart plummeting.

“Wait-” you breathe out, barely a whisper but still full of desperation. The sound makes Matty’s body shiver and pause, left hand on the knob. “Stay. I… want you to stay.”

His shoulder tense a bit before turning around to face you, “and what do you want to do if I stay? Want to talk this out?” A shake to your head has him dropping his hand from the door, “do you want me to apologize again for bein’ an ass?” Another shake of your head, another step forward he takes, “would you rather me show you? Make you feel how sorry I am? Words are useless, as you so sweetly put it.”

Electricity. Avalanches. Erupting volcanoes.

You’ve never been able to pinpoint how exactly his touch makes you feel, because it’s not one single feeling. it’s everything, all at once, as he backs you up until your back touches the lockers behind you, one leg between your own, a grasp on your jaw to angle your eyes up to meet his.

“Let me show you, please.” His tone is softer now, whiny almost, and it has you letting out a breath that’s caught in your throat.

You hold his eyes, voice barely a whisper, “okay.”

It’s all tongue and teeth as his lips slam into yours. He’s always been one to nurture when the two of you are intimate, always making sure that everything is perfect for you, but right now… he’s desperate. Desperate to touch you, desperate to feel you, hear you. The sounds you make are his favorite. He drowns in it like his own personal melody; the composition of your whimpers and praises are what makes his body frigid but burn with desire all at once.

When you feel like you can’t breathe any longer, his lips stray from yours. Pressing kisses to your jaw instead, hands roaming down the length of your sides only to pull you impossibly closer to his. And as his hips press against yours, his bulge inevitably rubbing against your already sensitive center, his ears are blessed with your whimper. “There’s my girl…” he coos, his fingertips dancing along the hem of your t-shirt before dipping underneath the fabric and gripping at your ribs, “always sound so pretty for me, hmm?”

“Yes, always.” You agree, and you want to hate yourself for how quickly you answered, how quickly you caved, but you can’t be. Not when it’s him that’s expecting that answer. “Touch me, please baby.”

The nickname is what spurs him on. You knew it would- he can’t deny his girl of something, especially when she asks so nicely.

The shirt is bunched into Matty’s fists before he is pulling it over your head and carelessly tossing it to the side, the fabric miraculously landing on the bench a few feet from you two. His fingers find their way around your body as his lips fall to your chest, sucking and biting and kissing every inch of exposed skin that he feels he’s been starved of. The second the bra is unclasped and falling to the ground at your feet, his lips gravitate to your nipples, circling his tongue around the already hardened bud.

“Fuck me,” you moan, not bothering to quieten any of the sounds falling from your lips. Your head slacks back against the wall behind you, back arching as he palms one breast, squeezing and pinching while the other is worked on by his mouth. It’s too much and not enough at the same moment. “Take yours off.” You manage to demand as his lips part from your skin, preparing to trade off to the other breast and give it the love it deserved.

Matty sucks in a deep breath before pulling his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside just as carelessly as he had yours. “Look at you, baby… so fuckin’ perfect. Always so perfect.” He praises, taking in your bare torso in front of him. Despite hearing him say it all of the time, the compliments make you blush, and Matty swears under his breath at the sight.

He loves your rosey cheeks. He loves when he’s the cause of them.

Your eyes take in his chest, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless countless times… he looks different here, in this light. In this situation. He is broader than you remember, his shoulders wide and sturdy. Matty’s heartbeat increases when your hand runs up the middle of his chest, letting the hair ghost around your fingers like feathers before you’re suddenly gripping the necklace that he is wearing and pulling him towards you with so much force the two of you nearly fall over.

His hand comes behind your head just in time to stop you from smacking it against the brick wall, and the other placed flat on your lower stomach, just reveling in the feel of your skin against his.

Your stomach tightens as his fingers trail lower, teasing the band of your spandex, “I missed you too.” He mumbles against your neck, nipping at the skin and then running his tongue over it in an attempt to lighten the sting. You know it’s going to leave a mark, but you can’t be bothered by that right now. You’d wear any marks that he makes today, proudly. Showcase them to the world if it meant he’d keep giving them to you.

“Prove it.” Your voice is thicker than you’ve heard it before, and by the reaction of Matty’s body tightening and the breath he expels, him too. It’s demanding in a way you’ve never sounded before, and Matty’s skin pricks with excitement at it.

His fingers don’t hesitate as they dip beneath your leggings and under the thin underwear you’re wearing, his head falling slack against your shoulder, “fuckin’ hell, baby… so wet for me already? Perfect, so perfect.”

The words are caught in your throat as his fingers move meticulously, circling on your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to have your back arching. “Can I feel you? Yeah? Please-.” The pleas are muffled against your neck, and he should know that you’d never say no, but the fact he’s asking, even after all of this time apart and how pent up the both of you are, has your heart expanding.

“Yes.” It’s a simple answer, but he doesn’t need anything else. The second the word falls from your lips in a whisper, he is dipping his middle finger into your folds and thrusting it into you without warning. A soft moan travels between the two of you, and Matty’s hand stays in place as your head pushes harder into his palm, your body moving in every which way to try and get him closer, to feel him more.

“‘S not enough,” you gasp, pinching your eyes closed as his finger continues to thrust inside of you and his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit, “need more.”

Hot air is fanned across your neck as he kisses your jaw, “tell me what you want. I’ll do anything, baby. Anything for you.”

“On your knees.” His face is in front of yours, eyes locking onto one another’s as you manage to open your own. brown is replaced with black again, his pupils dilated with your words.

Giving you a haste kiss, Matty is quick to fall to his knees, his fingers hooking into the band of your leggings and pulling them down with him. He’s rough with how he pulls them off, giving no thought to the material gripping into your ankles, but you welcome the sting.

Through thick lashes he looks up at you, smirking at how pink your cheeks and chest are, heaving with anticipation. “My sweet fuckin’ girl…” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your thigh without breaking eye contact. Your eyes close as he trails closer to the apex of your thighs, but he nips at the skin and forces your focus back down onto him. “I want you to look at me while I'm apologizing’.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be demanding anything.” You respond, gasping out when one of your legs is suddenly over his shoulder and you palm the wall behind you to try and stand steady.

Matty chuckles, shaking his head. His scruff scratches against your leg as he does, and you fight to keep your composure. He knows you’re trying though, so he doesn’t comment on how much you’re already shaking and silently begging for him. “You’re right baby, jus’ wanna see those pretty eyes. Can't blame me, can ya?”

You couldn’t have looked away even if you actually wanted to. The moment Matty delved forward, his tongue finding your clit and circling around it slowly, you were mesmerized. Paralyzed. In complete and utter awe of how quickly he always managed to make you putty in his hands.

His large palms are gripping at your flesh, moaning deeply against your cunt at the taste of you on his tongue. His lips pull up into a smirk as his tongue moves purposely, and it takes a moment for some clarity before you realize he’s literally spelling ‘I’m sorry.’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the curses fall from your mouth, breathless pants expelling from your lungs. Dropping his head a bit lower, spreading you open further with the grip to your thigh, his tongue pushes inside of you and you can feel how flushed you are. Matty takes the opening to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in the exact way he knows to get you off as he fucks you with his tongue.

A thin layer of sweat has surfaced in your brow and your legs are shaking with the struggle to stay standing. “Okay- god, enough.” You breathe, tapping his shoulder desperately. Matty hums and shakes his head though, completely ignoring your words.

“Wanna taste you baby,” he mumbles for a second before continuing to push his tongue in and out of you, thumb speeding up and applying more pressure that has your head dizzy with pleasure, “Cum on my tongue. Please. One taste and then I’ll fuck you until you’re shakin’ and beggin’ me to stop, I promise.”

His words spur you over the edge, white knuckling a handful of his curly hair as your moans float around the locker room, melding with his own grateful ones. Matty is letting out moans with the taste of you, holding onto your thighs with a vice-like grip as he holds you steady, lapping up every drop you’re offering him.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity but somehow also only a millisecond, he is standing to his feet and smashing his lips against yours. “Can you taste how good you are?” He demands, not really letting you answer before your tongues are gliding along one another’s, dancing to the music of your harmonious moans.

Just as quickly as the baseballs flying from the pitching machine, you’re unbuttoning Matty’s jeans and sliding them down his body, along with his black briefs, in one swift movement. He kicks them aside with no regard, slamming your body back against the wall harshly with his hips. “Eager?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, and you let out an aggravated grunt.

“How about you shut up and follow through on one of your promises today?” You taunt, hooking your legs around his lower back while he picks you up. One of his arms stays around your waist, the other holding himself steady with his palm placed next to your head on the wall.

The air is expelled from your lungs when Matty suddenly thrusts up into you, primal and unforgiving, with the words dripping from your tongue.

The hand he had on the wall beside your head comes to your jaw, circling around your neck to pull your head to meet his. Lips and teeth clash while he tries to subdue both of your moans, not really caring if your co-workers heard you or not, but he knew you’d care. Matty is more than happy to swallow every sound you make though, so he isn’t complaining.

Breaths are harder to come by as he keeps the ruthless pace, gripping you tightly to his body with the arm around your back. “How is this, baby? Gotta tell me…” he moans, his head falling slack against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” your words are broken with pants, “good. Always so good to me. Perfect, Jesus Christ.”

He whines at the praise, somehow thrusting deeper inside of you. “Wanna make up for today, fuck- for the last few months. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats breathlessly, his lips pressing against your neck, jaw, collarbone. Anything he can reach without threatening to drop you. “You’re everythin’ to me… fuckin’ addicted.”

With your arms locked around his shoulders, you raise one hand to his hair, gripping the roots tightly. He lets out the low whine, the one that has your stomach tightening. You loved eliciting those sounds just as much as he loved getting them from you. Your gasp is echoing around the locker room as he picks you up from the wall completely, and you tangle your hand deeper into his curls and claw at his back to make sure you don’t fall.

Matty wouldn’t let you fall anyways, you knew that- but still, you cling to him.

You hadn’t expected him to pick you up to begin with, or walk you across the expanse of the locker room, but you fully hadn’t expected for him to drop you at the edge of the sink and spin you around roughly. Your eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror, and your breath is gone again at the sight of him.

A thin layer of sweat on his brow and littering the length of his arms, his chest red with desire as it lifts and falls rapidly, lips swollen from kissing you so hard. He looked fucked, and you loved it.

Reaching around you, Matty interlocks your fingers together with his and places them palm down onto the countertop. “Keep these here, and your eyes on me.” He rumbles against your ear in no more than a whisper, “want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding, you brace your hands onto the cool tiled counter as Matty smirks in the mirror at you, placing a gentle kiss to your temple before positioning himself behind you.

“Ya know you pissed me off, yeah?” He questions, smacking your thighs so you part your legs further. You respond with a feeble ‘yes’ as you feel him step closer. A soft gasp is expelled from your lungs when his dick presses against your ass, Matty smirking again at your reaction. “You knew I’d show up, didn’t you? You were secretly hoping I’d catch you with Callum- just to piss me off. To punish me. Weren’t you?”

You start to shake your head no, but Matty’s hand comes down onto your ass, hard. He thumbs over the area where a handprint is most definitely appearing, but his face lacks any real concern. He knows you like the sting, it’s why he did it.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he gravels, sliding a hand between the two of you and up the expanse of your thighs, “drippin’ down your legs like this… makin’ a fuckin’ mess. Does pissing me off turn you on?”

“Yes.” You admit. And it did. You liked him pissed, because it proved he still felt something for you. Proved that he still wanted you.

You knew that wasn’t the most healthy way of going about getting a reaction out of him- but you were desperate. So desperate.

Chills run down your spine as he slowly, but purposely, runs his fingers through your cunt. “So fuckin’ wet… little slut.” He spits in a whisper at your ear. You let out a small whimper as his hand falls, but it’s quickly replaced with his cock, tracing over you just like his fingers had.

“Please,” you beg. And he grins. You want to smack the fucking grin off of his face, but you want his cock more. You want to feel him, stretching you out, the burn that’s inevitably going to precede the pleasure. And if he wanted to, he’d make you beg. He loved your voice, after all, but he won’t do that today.

Not while the two of you are so wound, not while he misses having you like this so much. Not with the pain laced in your features of missing him so bad.

No other pleas are needed; in the passing of a heartbeat, he is lining himself up, and thrusting into you, only stopping once he is bottomed out and his pelvis is meeting your ass. The two of you moan, the sounds melding into one. You, at how full you feel, and him, for how tight you’re gripping around him.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he mumbles against your shoulder blade, stilling inside of you for a moment so both of you can gather your senses, “nearly forgot how fuckin’ perfect you are.”

Your head falls down to the counter, resting your forehead on the cool tile. “Nu uh,” he tuts, pulling your eyes back to his through the mirror with a grip on your hair, “I said to look at me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“And what if I do?” You challenge, ignoring how your legs are shaking.

With a half a brow raise, his hips are pulling back and then slamming back into you, causing your breath to tumble past your lips, “then I’ll leave you here wet and dripping… a pathetic fuckin’ mess and make you regret that fuckin’ mouth of yours.” With every other word, he is pulling out and thrusting back into you rougher, tightening his grip on your hair and digging his fingers into your hip with the other hand.

“I’m sorry.” The words taste bitter on your tongue, but with his hands on you and his eyes boring through yours, masks it with honey.

“There’s my girl…” he coos, slowly pulling his hips back and glancing down between the two of you to watch himself disappear back inside, “my good fuckin’ girl. Christ.”

The slow torturous pace is agonizing, and heavenly at the same moment, but you want more. You need more.

“Baby, please.” You whine, batting your eyes into the reflection at him, the furrowed brow and pouted lips making Matty’s spine burn.

Snapping forward, he buries himself inside of you, not giving you a second to recuperate before pulling out and slamming forward again. It’s rough, and needy, and passionate. And exactly how you wanted it. “Yes- fuck, right there.” You moan through broken gasps, forcing your eyes to stay on him through the mirror.

The only sounds other than both of your harmonious moans are skin slapping against skin and the echo of metal bats smashing against baseballs outside. The threat of anyone walking in, at any moment, only adds to the tightening in your stomach.

Matty can feel how close you are, and he’s honestly grateful because he’s been holding back since the first taste of you. And he definitely wasn’t going to be the first to finish, he’d rather stand in front of the pitching machine and let the leather balls pelt him than disappoint you.

Your heart stops when the hand he had wrapped in your hair untangled itself and instead cups around your neck, pulling your body up until you’re flush against his damp chest with a firm squeeze to your throat. “This okay, baby?” He asks between his own pants, continuing to rock up into you.

Nodding against his hand, the fingers around your throat tighten. “Yes,” you whine, pinching your eyes closed at the new position. It has him impossibly deeper, continuously hitting your g-spot to the point tears are building in your lash line.

Matty takes your right hand into his, smoothing your palm down your torso. “Can you feel me? Right there…” he hums, nodding against the side of your head when you push on your lower stomach, “unfuckin’ real, babe. You’re incredible.”

His fingers find your clit, circling mercilessly as your head falls slack against his shoulder. His body is shivering against yours, his muscles taunt and covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Kiss me.” He states, and you let out a whimper before turning your head, capturing his lips with yours.

“Matt- I’m gonna,” you stutter, and he nods his head.

“I know, baby. I can feel ya, let it go.” He encourages, lifting his hand from around your throat to your jaw, holding it as tenderly as possible in this position to kiss you again, softer this time. “I’ve got ya, always got ya. Let me feel you cum all over me, please.”

It only takes a few more rolls of his hips to have you coming undone, letting out a silent moan as he swallows it with his own mouth.

Electricity. Avalanches. Erupting volcanoes.

Endless words of praises and promises fall from his lips as your daze starts to fade and you can finally breathe life back into your lungs. Every inch of your body is tingling, sensitive to the touches Matty is giving, but you still soak it all in. You let him rock his hips into you, you let his hand caress your cheek as his lips mold to yours.

“‘M close,” he struggles to voice, his body shuttering and thrusts becoming sloppier with each jut of his hips, “fuckin’ hell. I love you. Fuck, fuck fuck…” Your fingernails dig into the arm he still had wrapped around you, now holding you steady as he works himself to his release. Matty’s head falls to your shoulder, his eyes pinched closed and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

And like he had for you, you’re there to hold his body to the best of your ability when he is suddenly burying himself inside of you completely, his body stilling as his moans are subdued against the crook of your neck. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, whimpers becoming muffled against your skin as he finishes inside of you, rolling his hips desperate to milk this feeling for as long as he can.

There’s a few minutes of silence between the two of you, both just trying to catch your breaths and control how quickly your hearts are racing. You can hear your co-workers, just on the other side of the locker room door, cheering on someone who must’ve had a good hit. When Matty looks up from your shoulder, a boyish grin on his lips, you let out a bubbly laugh and it makes Matty’s heart beat quicker again.

“I love you too.” You whisper, holding his eyes in the reflection. The grin turns softer, and he presses his lips to your temple gently.

“You okay?” He checks, and when you nod and brace your hands on the counter, he gives your hips an encouraging squeeze before pulling out. Hissing out in pain as he does, he presses another kiss to the top of your head and quickly steps away from you to grab a few towels to clean up the mess you've both made.

Once you’re both cleaned and dressed again, Matty is smirking from ear to ear. Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm, “cut it out.”

“What?” He feigns innocence, throwing an arm around your shoulder before opening the locker room door for you. Your cheeks heat when all of your co-workers turn to look at the both of you, but Matty’s smile grows wider.

“You two work everything out?” Callum is the first to speak up, walking towards you with a bat.

Matty looks down at you briefly before back to Callum, “everything.” With the hand you have wrapped around his back, you pinch his side and he jumps a bit. Callum furrows his brow, looking between the two of you, “ready to practice? Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

Another roll of your eyes, Matty takes the bat from Callum. He winks at you as he walks backwards, his hands closing around the base of the bat carefully. “C’mon, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

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byyourside28 · 1 year ago

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We Can't Be Friends

MATTY x READER

Warning: Smoking weed, Smut (his dick is pierced, fingering, female receiving oral, unprotected sex. lmk if I missed any) and a hint of angst at the end

Summary: You've been best friends with Matty for years, but one night you threw caution to the wind and crossed a line.

WC: 5.7K

A/n: This is Fallingforyou but I'm changed the next 3 parts. So part one aka this one is the same with a couple of changes.....hope that makes sense lololol <3

Masterlink

Sending a quick text to let him know I was here, I shove the phone into my back pocket and trudge up the narrow stairs. Normally I’d give more of a heads-up just in case he had company over–but not tonight. I needed some clarity, and the only way I was ever able to get that feeling was through him. So if he’s busy… he can just get over it and let me sulk in a corner or something.

I can hear music blasting through his apartment door, and if he lived anywhere else besides being surrounded by stoned college kids 24/7, there’s absolutely no doubt that he would’ve been kicked out months ago. They don’t mind the music, though, and they definitely don’t mind the small supply of weed he sells on the side. Matty frequently reassured me that this was just a temporary solution, a means to an end until our band took off.

Without bothering to knock–because I know he wouldn’t hear me anyway–I reach above his door and slide my fingers across the frame until finding the key he keeps stashed there. I’ve warned him that it’s a stupid fucking place to keep a key and that he was basically asking for someone to break in, but he never listens to me anyway, so there it still is.

Which is a win for me tonight considering he still hasn’t texted me back and told me he’d be waiting.

Music and smoke hits me like a train when I open the door and step inside, making sure to lock it behind me. I can feel my body physically relax at the sight of his small apartment; the thrifted, round kitchen table that has an abnormally large ashtray in it and a still smoking cigarette, his worn out couch that I’ve spent many nights on helping him write lyrics, the overhead light that stays flickering despite helping him change the bulb at least four times since he has moved in.

“Matty?” I call out, tossing my bag onto the kitchen table and peeling my jacket off of my arms. I glance around the small living room, kicking my shoes off and hanging my jacket on the back of the dining chair before wandering further into the room. An open bottle of beer is on the coffee table, surrounded by baggies of pre-rolled joints and some various colored pills.

The bottle is still cold as I grab it, so wherever he is, he hasn’t been gone long. I take a long drink of the beer, fighting the urge to cringe at the taste, and fall down onto the middle couch cushion. “Matt…” I sing, watching the hallway carefully to make sure I don’t see him coming. “If you don’t want me to smoke without you, tell me now.”

Another few seconds of silence, and I grin to myself as I sit up straight. Placing the bottle between my legs, I reach for the baggie of pre-rolls.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my shit, Sunshine.”

Beer splashes on top of my thighs, soaking through the jeans as I jump at his voice. “Warn someone next time, Matty!”

“Warn someone that I’m watching them steal my shit?” He scoffs, and I push my hair from my face as I stand from the couch, sitting the now empty bottle. “Makes sense.”

“Don’t be a dick,” I groan, smoothing my hands over my thighs in an attempt to get as much beer off of me as I can, “I would’ve paid for it, obviously.”

He steps closer to me, and I finally look up at him. My lungs deflate, and my words are stolen as I take in his bare chest. “Fuck you. You never pay.” He rolls his eyes, running his fingers through his curly wet hair, “What’re you even doin’ here? Didn’t you have a date or something?”

I groan, and he laughs, “that bad?”

“I’m here at two in the morning and not with him–isn’t that obvious?”

“Thought ya missed me.” He pouts his lower lip, leaning in closer, and has my breath catching in my throat. I freeze as he reaches his hand towards me, letting it hover over the curve of my hip. “Give me my shit.”

I hadn’t even realized I was still holding the baggie until he ripped it from my hand and carelessly tossed it back onto the coffee table. “Could you at least get me a towel or something to clean up your beer?”

“The beer you spilled, you mean?” Matty clarifies from the kitchen, taking a deep inhale from the barely lit cigarette.

My eyes are trailing across his tattooed torso, trying my best to memorize the images that’s inked into his skin. I’ve only ever seen the ones that litter his arms. “You fuckin’ deaf now?” The music dies as he cuts it off, presumably from the phone in his hand, “You need a towel? Here.”

Without blinking, Matty is pulling the towel from around his waist and tossing it at me. My eyes have a mind of their own as they fall down his body, and disappointment floods my chest when I see the boxers riding low on his hips. “Sunshine,” he hums teasingly.

Picking the towel off the ground at my feet, I roll my eyes. “Not much to see anyway. Quit being a dickhead and come help me.”

“Tell me why you’re at my house and not with that prick, and I will.”

“He was an asshole.” I shrug, wiping the towel on my thighs before squatting down to the small puddle at my feet.

I keep my eyes trained to the floor as he approaches me, “you fuckin’ with me?”

“Matty,” I laugh, looking up through my lashes, “he didn’t do anything to me, it’s cool. He just wasted my time, so I left as soon as I had the chance.” My gaze travels down his torso, lingering a second longer than needed. Jesus Christ. “Alright, got it.” I stand up, swallowing roughly, “can you put some fucking clothes on? It’s weird.”

He rolls his eyes and turns away, walking down the dark hallway leading to his bedroom. “Why’re you bein’ fucking weird?” He calls out from his room.

Maybe because I just wasted three hours of my night on a guy who didn’t care–or know how to–use his dick properly, and I’m fucking frustrated and horny.

I hear him rustling around in his room, and my mind wanders to what he’s picking out to wear. Would it be those gray sweats that hang low on his waist?

Oh my God. What am I doing?

“I’m not being weird.” I argue, running my palms down my face. “I just wanted to smoke before going home, but if it’s a problem I can leave–”

My words are cut off as he makes his way back towards the living room, still shirtless but now sporting a pair of red gym shorts. “Oh, so you’re just usin’ me, huh?”

“No–”

“And to think I was goin’ to be nice and bring you something to change into,” his lips wrap around the now lit joint, inhaling deeply, “but you can sit in your beer covered jeans now and think about how shitty you are.”

I finally spot the folded sweatpants in his hand, right before he’s tossing them at my face with a smirk on his lips. His brow quirks as he watches me, “well?” He leans against the casing of the hallway with his shoulder, “The faster you get changed, the faster you can smoke. Hurry up or I’m smokin’ without you.”

Maybe it’s the lingering smoke in the air, or maybe it’s the couple of shots I took to make it through my god awful hookup, but whatever it is, it has me unbuttoning my jeans as I hold his eye contact.

He doesn’t make it subtle as his eyes rake over my legs, taking in every bare inch as the jeans pool around my ankles. The joint finds his lips again, taking in a long pool of smoke, but not inhaling into his lungs. A waterfall of smoke falls from his lips, and he quickly inhales it as he pushes off of the wall.

Oh, shit. I reach for the sweats behind me, letting my fingertips ghost over the fabric for a second. No, you know what? Fuck it. If games is what he wants to play, I’m in.

“Make yourself useful and grab me a beer since you spilled mine.” He comments, brushing past me to fall onto the couch and propping his feet onto the coffee table in front of me.

“Asshole.” I huff, taking the joint from between his lips and wrapping mine around it. He smirks as I wait for him to move his legs, “say please.”

Matty drops his feet, and motions me on. Just as I pass by him, his hand connects with my ass roughly. Gasping in a small breath, I look over my shoulder to find him grinning widely at me. “Please, Sunshine?” He tilts his head slightly, feigning the best innocent expression he could possibly muster.

I blow the smoke towards him before sauntering towards the fridge. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t bother acknowledging it. There’s something gratifying about knowing someone that looks like he does find me alluring.

“Did I interrupt any plans for you tonight?” I ask, pulling open the fridge and bending at the waist to search for the beer.

It’s an excuse to show my ass more considering the bottles are on the top shelf, in front of everything else, but Matty isn’t complaining, so I’m not stopping. Cool air bites at my skin as my t-shirt bunches at my waist, and I’m actually fucking thankful I wore a good pair of underwear today.

They were new, specifically bought for tonight—which hopefully won’t be a waste now—and did nothing to actually hide anything. Black, seamless nylon hugs my curves, the band reaching just above my hips with a high cutout to expose my outer thighs.

“Can’t ya tell?” He laughs, “was about to have a huge party. Loads of people, fuck ton of drinks.” I hold the necks of the bottles with one hand, taking a hit of the joint as I walk back to the couch, “Don’t be stupid, c’mon.” He pats the cushion next to him and takes the extended bottle.

Matty reclines into a more comfortable position as I plop down next to him, draping my legs over his lap. “Loads of people? Good joke,” he scrunches his brow and twists the cap of his beer off, “you know I’m your only friend who can stand to actually be around you.”

“Always so nice.” He teases, letting the butt of the bottle rest on the arm of the couch, shaking his head softly. “Here.”

He passes the joint as I toss my cap onto the coffee table, “I am nice. It’s why you keep me around.”

“True.” He shrugs, taking another drink and taking a deep breath. “So your date—”

“Nope.” I cut him off, shifting closer, so my chest is barely touching his shoulder. I carefully sit my drink down on the floor beside me. He watches intently as my lips circle around the rolled paper, the flames catching in his eyes as I inhale. Leaving it burning inside the ashtray at my side, I scoot impossibly closer.

He holds my gaze as I reach for his jaw, pulling our faces close together. I can feel his muscles tense against my body, but he willingly ghosts his lips against mine. Matty’s hand runs along the expanse of my leg, his fingers splaying over my hip bone. Both of our lips part as I slowly blow the smoke into his mouth, and he easily takes it.

My skin burns as the tips of his fingers slink under the band of my thong, biting into my skin with need. “I don’t want to think about him.” I whisper, not pulling away as my lips brush against his with every word.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever you'll let me do.” My heart is beating against my ribcage, rapidly beating as Matty groans, deep from within his chest. “Tell me you don’t want this—that you don’t want me—and I’ll stop.”

Fingertips grip onto the flesh of my hip before I’m being lifted from my position and pulled down onto his lap. “Sunshine,” he hums, brushing some of my hair behind my ear, “we both know I’ve been dreamin’ of this night for years. Let me make you feel good, let me fuck that other guy out of your mind.”

The hand on my jaw travels down my neck, coursing down my neck to my abdomen, leaving a fire burning on my skin at the wake of his fingers. Matty’s other hand guides me closer to his body, our chests meeting as his hand drifts lower.

A small gasp forces its way from my lips as he dips his below my underwear, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ..” Slow, careful circles of his fingers have my heart nearly beating from my chest. “Have you been this wet since you got here? Why didn’t you say something sooner, Sunshine? I could’ve helped you, sweet girl.”

My forehead falls against his as he speeds up the circling of his fingers, applying more pressure as I fight for my breath. I close the distance between us, forming my lips to his. Matty swallows every pant and moans I give him, his own rumbling deep from within his chest. “Good, there ya go. Use my fingers, baby. Make a fuckin’ mess all over me.” He praises as I grind my hips down against his hand.

Matty takes the opportunity of my parted lips to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like beer, and the remnants of smoke lingers on our tongues. “Please?” My voice is airy, and whiny, a tone I’ve never used with a guy before.

“Mmm, please what?” He teases me, gripping my ass with his free hand, so roughly I know there’s bound to be indents. “Tell me what you need, Sunshine.”

His lips travel to my neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my jaw. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

I can feel him smirk against my skin, and if I weren't already on the cusp of coming, I’d tell him to fuck off—but he feels too good. “Since you asked so nicely.”

“Raise up.” He taps my ass, and I struggle onto shaky legs. Matty removes his hand from my underwear, leaving every inch of me buzzing, but he’s quick to jerk them off of my legs and replace them with his hands. “You’re unfucking believable…” he mutters, catching my eyes as I hold onto his shoulders for support. “Ya sure this is what you want? Gotta tell me now, Sunshine.”

“Fuck, yes—yes, I want you.” I nod, reaching down between us to pull his shorts off. Matty lifts his hips, making sure to keep a hold on me, and kicks them off. It’s like a game of who can get undressed quicker; he is tugging at his boxers as I pull my t-shirt off.

As soon as the shirt hits the floor, Matty pulls me flush against his body. Our chests are pressed against one another’s, and we’re stealing each other’s air. “Fuck…” he groans as I grip onto the base of his dick, smoothing my palm up and down slowly.

His head meets the back of the couch roughly, his fingers digging into my bare hips. “Just like that, baby… fuck.”

Leaning forward, I press my mouth to his neck as I keep the steady, teasing pace of stroking him. I can feel his pulse underneath my lips; bounding and quick. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He praises, his hand traveling up the expanse of my back. His blunt nails rake across my skin, until cupping the back of my neck and forcing my lips onto his.

With his free hand, he pulls my hand from around his dick and places it on his shoulder, letting that hand trail down my curves with hunger. From below, he raises his hips while using the grip on my hip to guide my own. “Ya ready, Sunshine?” Matty asks against my lips, a low, desperate tone lacing his voice.

“Yes, please. Fuck me, Matty” I whisper, my entire body on fire with anticipation.

I don’t think I’ve realized how long I’ve waited for this until just now.

Slowly, Matty lifts my hips slightly. His eyes stay glued on mine when he lines himself up, and slowly guides me down onto his dick. Both of our lips part, silently gasping at the feeling of him inside of me. “Holy fuck, oh my god.” I moan as I settle down onto his lap, taking him all the way in.

Every inch is a delicious pain, stretching me and filling me like I’ve never felt before. Matty steals every breath I offer, his lips never more than an inch from mine as he allows me time to adjust. “Matty—what—.”

“It’s a piercing.” He answers my broken question, a sly smirk on his lips. “It’ll feel good for you, I promise.”

That much I didn’t doubt. I could already feel it hitting my g-spot from just sitting. I haven’t moved an inch, and my stomach is tightening beyond belief. “C’mon, Sunshine… you good for me to move? I’m goin’ fucking crazy here.”

I nod my head a bit too quickly, and Matty let’s out an airy breath. “There’s my good girl. I’ll go slow, okay?”

Matty holds me in place as he lifts his hips even further into me. “Jesus Christ, baby…” he groans, keeping the slow, torturous pace. In and out, incredibly deep with each thrust. A small gasp leaves my lips as he uses the hand at the nape of my neck to pull my body to sit straight. My hands land on his chest to support my weight, “wanna see your face as I fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Yeah, god—yes. Anything.”

He gives a devilish grin, and suddenly thrusts into me. It’s rough, it’s deep. It’s mind-numbing. “Feel how deep I am, baby?” He stutters, choking on his own moan. Rolling his hips, I nearly collapse as his piercing rubs against my g-spot continuously. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?”

I nod, and he releases the hold on my hair. It takes everything in me not to fall forward as he holds my hips a bit higher, pounding into me at a much quicker pace. Using the flesh of my ass, he pulls me down to meet every movement roughly.

All I can hear is the sound of our mixed moans and grunts, the slapping of skin on skin. “Matty—,” his name is broken between breaths, whiny and as desperate as I feel. “Kiss me, please?”

He responds immediately. His mouth finds mine, passionately and hungry. They move in tandem, tongue and teeth clashing with desperation.

I can feel myself clenching around him as he keeps the same rhythm, not once deterring from the pace he created. He only pauses when I start grinding my hips down onto him, lifting and dropping down with intent. With each moan he gives me, I make sure to settle down until he’s completely inside of me. “Get up.” He instructs, desperately trying to stand with me still sitting on top of him.

Without question, I’m standing, only to be quickly bent over the arm of the couch. He guides my face down onto the couch pillow carefully, stepping behind me, so I feel him against my ass. “You're fucking beautiful… have I said that before?”

I shiver as his fingertips dance down my spine, palming my ass before smacking each cheek roughly. He smooths over the sensitive area when I hiss out, “you can take it, can’t you?” I nod against the pillow, allowing him to step between my legs and line himself up again, “Atta girl, Sunshine.”

With another smack on my ass, rougher than before, I don’t have time to react before he’s thrusting inside of me again. “God damn.” He grunts, “how does this feel for you?”

“Unbelievable.” I answer honestly, chasing my breath as he pounds into me again. “Like that, right there.”

Matty listens, keeping the same pace as he continuously hits my g-spot and reaches deep inside of me. His chest presses against my back as he bends slightly over my body, a soft kiss to my shoulder. The gentle gesture is accompanied by a sharp jut of his hips, a cry emitting from my lips at the feeling.

“There ya go,” he praises, slamming into me again, “let me hear how good I make you feel, baby. You can do better than that. Don’t hold out on me.”

His name falls from my lips like a prayer as I spasm around him, and my mind goes completely blank as my body burns with pleasure. Matty moans loudly as I cum, holding onto my hip so hard that it will definitely leave marks tomorrow.

Our moans meld into one, a beautiful, delicious harmony that has my stomach fluttering. Matty pushes my hair from the side of my face with one hand, holding my eyes as his thrusts become sloppy. “You're gonna make me cum—fuck.”

Lips parted, jaw unlocked as he shoved into me, bottoming out. He looks like a piece of art; perfectly sculpted, his jawline, his arms, chest, lips, eyes. The pleasure clouding every inch of him has me shivering, and he hisses out. “Shit, oh my god.” He chuckles, falling limp on top of my back. “Stop clenching around me like that, sweetheart, or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Good.” I hum, smiling into the pillow.

We lay like that for a minute, before Matty finally stands with a groan. “I’m gonna pull out now, you okay?” He waits for my nod and then slowly, teasingly, pulls out of me and steps away. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

My entire body is on fire as I watch him disappear down the hallway. Tense and relaxed all at once. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before. Like my mind is hot wired but also exhausted.

Matty reappears with a rag in one hand and a smirk playing on his lips. “Look at you… a complete mess.” He pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he walks back towards me, circling the couch to stand behind me. “Spread your legs, baby.” He instructs, his voice softer, void of any teasing or cockiness. He helps me separate them with a hand on my inner thigh, and I hear him sink to his knees.

“Shit.” I hiss as the cool rag touches my still sensitive cunt.

“Sorry.” He murmurs, “I’ll be easy.” Keeping his promise like before, he is easy. With soft touches and delicate swipes of the rag, I’m melting further and further into the couch.

All too soon, he is standing again and kissing my ass as he comes up. “Step into the sweats.” He helps my otherwise useless legs into the soft material, and pulls them up until they’re settled on my waist. “You good to walk? We can crash in my room—if you want.”

“Aren’t you a cocky fuck? I can walk.” I huff, holding back a groan as I stand straight. He hands me the t-shirt that he had on when I got here with a smirk. “Stop smilin’.”

His cologne envelops me as the material falls over my torso, and I fight back the urge to take a deep inhale. Matty motions me forward, biting back his smile by turning away and making sure the joint is stubbed out, and the beers are cleaned up.

I don’t even think I take three full steps before stumbling into the wall. Matty laughs, a full-bodied one that has my own lips curling up at the corners. “You done bein’ a brat?” He asks, coming up beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist, “let me help you.”

“You wouldn’t like me if I wasn’t a brat.” I counter, and he hums in agreement, guiding me towards the room at the end of the hall.

“You’re right.” Flicking on the light, he helps me into the bed. “But still… wouldn’t hurt you to just shut the fuck up sometimes.”

Matty climbs in, hovering overtop of me. “You’re an asshole, did you know that?” I circle my arms around his neck, raking my nails across the exposed skin lightly.

“You never fail to remind me.” He presses his forehead against mine, falling down onto his forearms, so our bodies are flush against one another’s. “Do you want me to stay here with you? I can sleep on the couch if you…”

“Matty.” I whisper, “stay. I don’t want you going anywhere else.”

He searches my eyes for a moment, finally deciding that I’m being honest with him, and a small smile graces his lips. “Okay.”

Our lips meet, much softer and slower than earlier tonight. Something is different now, open and honest. Maybe he’s been wanting this, too.

After a few minutes, he parts with a dopey smirk. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Matty wraps his arms around me when he rolls off, pulling me inside his side.

“You better be.” I grin, slipping my leg between his. His chest rumbles with a soft laugh as he tucks his chin on top of my head. “Goodnight.”

“Night. I’ll see ya in the morning, darling.” He mumbles, lifting the cover over us and relaxes further into the bed.

It’s been thirty minutes of us laying here. My back is to his chest now, his arm resting on my stomach. I’d think he was asleep if it wasn’t for the small circles he’s drawing on my skin. He hasn’t said a word, and neither have I, but the silence isn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It’s… nice?

Usually we’re both bickering back and forth, or playfully taking the piss, but this is different.

His alarm clock on the table next to me fades into a blur as I slowly blink, my eyes heavy with sleep. Matty repositions behind me, pulling me in closer, his lips ghosting on my exposed neck.

I lay completely still, trying my best to keep my heartbeat regular as his hand trails lower down my stomach. His fingertips tease the band of the sweats, causing goosebumps to rise.

Matty presses a kiss to my pulse point, grazing his fingers deeper under the fabric. Against all efforts, my muscles tighten. “I know you’re awake, darling…” he mutters with his lips pressed against me, “I can feel your heartbeat.”

“What’re you doing?” I ask breathless, fidgeting as his hand disappears under the sweats completely.

“Nothin’, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” His breath is hot against the side of my face, “do you want me to stop?”

My legs part on their own accord as I roll onto my back, “stop what? Thought you weren’t doing anything.”

He props himself on his elbow, leaning over my body and pressing his lips to mine. He slowly circles his fingertip over my clit, eagerly swallowing my moan into his mouth. I hold his face as his tongue traces over my bottom lip, in the same moment he dips his finger further down my cunt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were layin’ here like this?”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” I groan, arching my back as he presses his finger inside of me.

“Look at me.” He whispers, pulling away from my lips with a serious expression painted on his face. “You never,” he rocks his finger back into me, harsher and deeper, “bother me. I’m fuckin’ honored you’re like this for me.”

Matty pushes my legs further apart, trapping one under his and pressing it into the mattress. “How is this?” He asks, curling his finger and using his thumb to hold pressure on my clit as he thrusts his finger into me. “Need more, baby?”

I nod, breathless and desperate. Matty pulls his hand from me, holding my eyes as he licks his fingers, humming out in pleasure at the taste. I kick the sweats down, opening myself further for him. “Good girl,” he mutters, pressing a wet kiss to the corner of my jaw. “Yeah? Is that better?”

Two fingers rock into me, curling and hitting my g-spot with each thrust. “Yes, fuck.” I moan, my back arching again as he circles my clit with his thumb in the same pace that his fingers rock into me. “Feels amazing.”

My stomach tightens, a white-burning trailing up my spine as he dips deeper into me. Matty presses a kiss onto my collarbone, keeping his mouth glued to my body as he moves further down and settling between my legs.

Glancing down at him, he has a smirk on his lips as he kisses my inner thigh, staring at me and watching my reaction. “Oh, fuc—,” my words are cut off when his tongue replaces his thumb, flicking and circling it around my clit with his fingers still thrusting in and out of me.

He moans against me, the vibrations running deep through my body. “Shit, Matty.” He forces my leg down with one hand as his lips close around my clit, my entire body jerking with each suck.

“You’re unbelievable, darling.” He groans against my cunt, sliding his tongue further down and dipping it inside of me as his fingers trail to my clit. His eyes flick back up to me, mine already trained on him. “You like watching, Sunshine…..dirty fuckin’ slut.”

I clutch at the sheets and nod a bit deliriously. “Good. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

He picks the leg up that he had been holding down, angling it further to the side, so he has better access to me. I hook it around his shoulder, and he smirks against me, using my hips to pull me closer to his face.

My entire body shakes as I cry out, moaning and whimpering his name with each breath. He holds me in place as I attempt to close my thighs around his head, urging on my high with soft licks and gentle sucks. “Such a fuckin’ perfect cunt.” He praises as I come undone on his tongue.

As I fall back down onto the mattress, my entire body is on fire. Sweat glistens on my skin from the small bit of moonlight pouring through his curtains, and Matty crawls up my body. Circling my arms around his neck, I pull our lips together in haste. I hum at the taste of me on his tongue, and my mind buzzes with a feather-light freedom I’ve never felt before.

For the second time tonight, Matty is rolling off of me and pulling me into his side. We’ve cuddled before—it’s inevitable when you’ve been friends for as long as we have—but it’s never crossed the line past platonic. There’s been a few drunken nights where our hands would roam each other’s bodies when dancing, but nothing ever came from it.

“Get some sleep, Sunshine.” He murmurs, his accent thick with sleep. A soft kiss to the side of my head, he pulls me tighter into him. “ ‘M glad you came over tonight.”

“Me too.” I smile lazily, snuggling my head into his chest. “Goodnight, Matty”

I feel weightless, and heavy, all at once. Like everything has clicked into its rightful place, and I’m where I’m meant to be. My mind is clear and hazy, and that’s when it hits me—

I’m high on him.

On my best friend. On Matty.

The feelings that I had last night were so strong and intense, yet I felt so alone in them. Was it even real or was I just imagining things?

The sun is shining through the curtains, and I take a deep breath and settle deeper into the embrace of Matty. I know that this is something more than just a spontaneously-made decision.

As I lay there, my mind reels with thoughts of what this might mean for our friendship.

I look at Matty, taking in every detail of his jawline, his lips, and how his curly hair is tousled from our night of activities. I know it's not just a fleeting moment - there's something between us that's undeniable.

We'd never talked about it before, our attraction and deep connection. But in that heated moment last night, all of our inhibitions melted away, and we gave in to the intoxicating desire that had been simmering between us for years.

As I snuggle closer to him, his arms wrap around me, holding me close. I feel safe and secure. We've crossed a line, and there's no going back. But at this moment, everything feels right.

“Mornin'.” Matty's voice is still a bit groggy as his eyes flutter open.

“Good morning,” I reply my voice barely a whisper.

He smiles at me, “We're still friends, right?”

I feel his body tense a little more, and I can tell he is more unsure about this than me. But I know that I could never lose Matty as a friend, no matter what happended between us.

“Mate, I've seen your dick. It has been inside me,” A snort escapes my from lips, but I hide my grin. “We are definitely still friends.”

Matty's laughter breaks the tension between us, and I feel a wave of relief wash over us. we'd done something risky and unfamiliar, but everything still somehow felt so right.

We stay in each other's arms for a few more minutes, snuggling and enjoying the newfound comfort. Then the moment fades, and he got up to get dressed.

“I got some things to do. Can you lock up before you leave?” He asks, slipping his shirt over his head.

“Oh-Yeah, sure.” I stutter out a bit, surprised he was leaving me here.

Matty pauses for a second, “What?”

“Nothing.” I quickly recover, my voice shaking slightly.

He raises an eyebrow at me, before shaking his head and walks closer to me, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “See ya at tonight’s session, right?” I nod, not really sure of what to say. And with that, he pulls away and leaves.

What the fuck have I done?

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