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toomuchracket · 14 hours
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if you're too shy, part 2 (office nerd!matty x reader fluff)
remember those gigs you and matty got scheduled to cover in part 1? yeah. this is them. enjoy <3
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“hey.”
matty's curls bounce as he looks up at you quickly. a mild sense of guilt gnaws at your ribs when you realise you've spooked him, but it dissipates when he smiles, visibly relaxing when he realises it's you breaking him from his concentration. “oh, hi. you alright?”
you nod, gesturing to the vacant desk next to his. “am i ok to sit here?”
“yeah, of course. no need to ask. here, let me,” matty slides his notebook out of your way; as you lay your laptop down and sit, you can see him biting back a beam from the corner of your eye, and your heart flutters. “was there anything you needed, or…? not that there has to be, you know,” he sits up straight, apology settling itself on that gorgeous face of his. “i didn't mean it like that, i just meant-”
“no, i know, matty,” you smile softly. “there is, incidentally, but also i just wanted to sit next to you.”
there he goes with the blushing again - honestly, you reckon you could make a fortune if you bottled and sold the colour of matty's cheeks when you fluster him. although, you suppose, maybe the colour is only appealing because of whose face it's on.
said face is grinning at you again. “well, feel free, anytime.”
“likewise.”
“i'll take you up on that,” matty's smile gets impossibly wider, before he catches himself and controls it a little. “so, what is it that you need from me?”
the sloppiest kiss known to man. “advice, actually,” you put your glasses on, preening internally at the way matty's breath catches in his throat as you do, and open spotify on your laptop. “where should i start with this band we're going to see twice this weekend?”
matty's face brightens even more - impossible, you'd have thought. “oh. well, do you know any of their stuff already?”
you shake your head. “very bad of me as a music journo, but no,” you smile cheekily. “this is my first time. need you to talk me through it.”
the way matty coughs and tries to pass it off as him clearing his throat at your words is delicious. to be fair to him, he recovers quickly, the only sign of him being flustered the way his cheeks periodically twitch into a smile and back down again. “alright, so… i think i’d probably start with their second album - can i?” at your approval, he slides your laptop closer to him and scrolls down the band’s spotify profile to find the album in question. “their first is good, yeah, but the second one is where they really start to define their musical identity…” he trails off, covering his mouth. 
you blink in concern, leaning into him. “you okay, matty?”
“yeah, i just,” he sighs, then giggles into his hand. it’s maybe the best thing you’ve ever heard. “i realised i was starting to sound a bit like patrick bateman.”
“oh my god,” you snort, covering your own mouth as you laugh. “christ, you were. was this band’s early work too new-wave for your tastes and all?”
“little bit. i think their undisputed masterpiece is album two - literally a personal statement about the band itself,” matty smiles, then winces. “that was embarrassing.”
you shrug. “nah, i like that film. and not just because i think christian bale’s fit in it.”
“i was gonna go as him for halloween this year, actually,” matty says, nonchalantly scrolling through spotify again. “would that be weird?”
fuck. matty in a suit? potentially covered in blood? you have to readjust the way you’re sitting at the mere thought. so, naturally - “i think you should do it.”
“yeah?”
“yeah,” you smile, matching matty’s. “i’d enjoy it, at least.”
“that’s all the convincing i need,” he smiles sweetly at you, then gestures to the laptop. “so, d’you wanna know a bit about their influences before you listen?”
“go on, then.”
“alright,” matty shuffles his chair closer to you; you sit up slightly straighter as goosebumps pass over your body, increasing tenfold when he looks directly into your eyes. from this close, his are warmer than you initially realised, and you have to work extremely hard to focus on what he's saying instead of drowning in them. “to be fair, you weren't totally far-off with the new-wave joke - their music is rooted in post-punk subculture, but more along the melodic, jangly-guitar, early eighties type. you know aztec camera, yeah? convinced i saw you wear a high land, hard rain shirt to work once.”
the butterflies nesting in your stomach flutter at his recollection. “yeah, that's right. same vibe as them?”
“kinda. similar to a lot of scottish and northern bands of that era. which is weird, considering they're all about thirty and from fucking newark.”
“i see,” you nod, smiling at the way matty's twirling one of his curls. “any springsteen influence, then? not to stereotype, but… eighties-inspired music by people from new jersey? seems like there could be connection.”
matty nods enthusiastically. “yeah, great question. i mean,” he puffs air through his lips quite adorably. “lyrically, yeah, and they have quite prominent sax parts in some of the songs that are quite e street band. but the inspiration seems to be mostly melodic post-punk. does that all make sense?”
you smile, leaning on your elbow. “yeah. you're very good at explaining things. i like that about you.”
“really?” matty blushes again. “sometimes i worry that i'm just talking shite, to be honest. i know i've got a tendency to ramble a bit, always have. it annoys people, i think.”
“not me. you're always talking about something interesting. makes me feel good to talk to you.”
he clutches his hands into sweater paws again, smiling. “same. you're a sweet one, i think. m'excited that we're working a bit closer now.”
“nobody else i'd do this with, matty,” you hold out your hand, and squeeze his when he lays it atop yours; a perfect fit, you note. “you're my favourite.”
he genuinely looks like he could cry, softly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand and speaking even softer than that. “likewise, darling.”
for a second, you do nothing but beam at each other, still tentatively holding hands; it's only when your laptop pings with an incoming email that you break out of your reverie and apart. matty clears his throat. “would you like to know which order i recommend listening to the albums in?”
“please.”
he nods. “the second, then the most recent - which is the fifth, by the way. after that, i think i'd probably say… first, third, and fourth last. that one got a bit experimental, i doubt they'll play anything from it at either of the shows. d'you want me to just make a playlist of that order for you, while we're here?”
“oh, yes please,” you watch him do just that, a slight sense of longing settling itself in your bones when you think of a playlist so sorely him settled amidst all your favourite songs; actually, it gives you an idea. “i've got a final question for you, if that's okay, matty. well, technically two.”
“yeah?” he turns to look at you again, eyes disarmingly caring and focused on you.
“what's your absolute favourite song by the band? doesn't have to be the objectively best one, and you don't have to tell me why. m'just curious.”
matty smiles, the sun breaking through clouds. “that's easy,” he scrolls down the new playlist. “this one. that's my favourite.”
“alright,” you drag it to the top of the song list. “then that's the one i'll start with. and then i'll go onto the matty-approved listening order,” pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose, you turn to face him. “that sound alright?”
“mhmm,” matty nods vigorously again, wild hair bouncing all over the place; a curl falls over his eye, and he brushes it away before peering up at you through his enviously-long lashes. “meant what i said earlier, you know. i really do think you're incredibly sweet.”
“thank you,” you all but whisper, doing your best to cover your own blushing. “um - what was i saying?”
he smiles. “you had another question, i think?”
“right, yeah. um,” your throat goes dry with sudden nerves, and you try to swallow as inconspicuous as you can to make it better. twisting your fingers together, you look down at them as you speak. “i've still got a restaurant review to do this weekend, and i was wondering if you, like, wanted to go for dinner before saturday’s show? that italian, near camden road station? and you can say no, of course, no hard feelings, but,” you can feel your cheeks burning as you tentatively look up at him. “i'd just like to hang out with you a little bit longer this weekend. i like spending time with you.”
“oh,” matty breathes, blinking as if he can’t quite believe he isn’t dreaming - you hope that’s the reason, at least. he bites his lip, cheeks rosy as he looks up at you with a smile, and nods. “yeah, i’d love that. thank you.”
“thank you, for agreeing,” you exhale, nerves replaced by tingling excitement. “is half four too early? that would give us time to eat, and walk to the roundhouse before doors, yeah?”
“that works for me,” matty nods. he twirls his hair again. “d’you want to just meet at the restaurant? cos that’s the station i’d get off at, camden road. but i don’t mind meeting you off the tube, if you like.”
“no, no, it’s alright. i’ll just get you there - i’m not gonna make you brave the high street when you don’t need to,” you giggle. “especially on a saturday afternoon, christ.”
he huffs out a laugh, but his eyes are tender - so is his voice, when he replies. “alright. i’d do it for you, though, no complaints.”
you believe him. you aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen someone look so sweetly sincere, and it’s fucking your brain up. big-time.
still, you hold it together long enough to reply. “you’re cute, healy, even if i think you’re a bit mad for offering to walk through camden just to get me,” you giggle at the way his jaw drops at the compliment. “you can get me at angel on friday, though, if you fancy? makes sense, if you’re already walking down from highbury.”
“i’ll be there at six,” matty smiles. “i’m excited to hear what you think of the band, you know. i think you’ll like them.”
“well, if you do, then i’m sure i will. you’ve got good taste,” you gather up your laptop and stand, turning to matty with a flirty grin. “speaking of - i like that jumper. you look hot in red, matty. really hot. anyway,” you bite back a grin at the little gasp he lets out. “thanks for all your help, lovely.”
“anytime!” he calls after you when you turn to walk away, deliberately swinging your hips slightly more than usual - you’re convinced you hear a muffled “fuck” before he speaks properly. “and, um, thanks for, y’know, liking my jumper.”
you look over your shoulder and wink, happiness bubbling through your body when you notice matty shifting his gaze from your ass to your face so hastily it’s a wonder his neck didn’t snap. “friday at six, yeah? don’t be late.”
“i won’t!”
and he’s true to his word - when you come up the escalators at angel station at five minutes to six on friday, matty’s leaning against the wall opposite you. he grins, a big toothy eye-crinkling smile that has your heart doing backflips, and waves as you walk over to him. “hi! i like your jacket.”
“oh, thank you,” you self-consciously touch the fluffy collar. “have you been waiting long?”
“not really. ten minutes?”
“that’s not too bad. shall we?” you wander out into the chilly evening air, matty matching pace beside you. “you ever been to a show here before?”
“yeah. what a fucking weird venue,” matty steps closer to you to avoid being run over by a bike, and your heart flutters; you’re actually sad when he moves away. “i like it inside, but-”
“the fact it’s literally in the middle of a shopping centre is insane?”
“completely mental.”
“a really strange bit of urban planning,” you smile, turning to him as you wait at a set of traffic lights. “i listened to the playlist you made me, by the way. even learned some of the words.”
matty laughs. “you like them, then? that’s good. knew you would, though.”
you nod, fighting the urge to grab his hand as you cross the road. “played your favourite song about ten times on loop. i had no idea it was going to end up being a love song, by the way…”
“yeah, the title’s a bit misleading.”
“...but it really works. i can see why it’s your favourite,” you gently nudge your shoulder into his arm. “like i said the other day, you’ve got good taste.”
he looks down at the pavement, smiling, then at you. fuck, he’s so cute. “so do you, darling,” he says, voice so soft you can hardly hear it over the bustle around you. “i really like your outfit.”
the hour spent upending your entire wardrobe onto your bed to pick it out was absolutely worth it. “thank you. i figured, y’know, since i’m technically not working,” you smirk at him. “i’d make the effort for going out. tomorrow, though, when i’m on-shift? not a chance.”
“you’ll still look great, i reckon,” matty says, easy as breathing; ironically, the ease of his words practically stops your own breath. “and yeah, i s’pose you really aren’t working tonight. when was the last time you went to a gig just for fun?”
“it’s been a while,” you admit. “and i miss it, actually, getting to just experience new artists without having to analyse and critique them. that’s part of the reason i’m excited to be going tonight.”
“i get that,” matty nods as you turn into the venue entrance. “and what’s the other part?”
you grin. “the fact i’m going with you.”
once again, matty blushes. “if you keep throwing me off with compliments the whole night, i literally won’t get any work done. but thank you. m’glad you agreed to come with me tonight.”
“i’m glad you asked,” you turn to him once you join the line to get in. “and you’ll get your work done, don’t worry. i promise to be good.”
for the most part, you actually succeed at that, and it’s largely due to how bloody good the band are. for all the venue is in a weird place, it really is a decent one - it’s so intimate that even you, who only started listening to the artists onstage this week, feel like a proper part of it. and, free of note-taking responsibilities, you can allow yourself to be made giddy by the coloured lights and loud melodies, to dance as best you can on the sticky floor, to sing along to the scraps of lyrics you recognise and join in the backing vocals with the rest of the crowd. that was always your favourite part of a concert, the moments where hundreds of voices just worked as one, identities dropping and merging to prioritise the music; it’s nice to be in it, for once, rather than doing your best to observe and capture and convey it in words. you leave that to matty, and mostly leave him be aside from the odd smile and laugh, always responded to warmly by him.
that is, until they play his favourite song, and the boy beside you becomes impossible to ignore.
the singer says something about this being the last song of the night, before beginning the now-familiar melody on his guitar. matty’s head snaps up at the first few notes, and his notebook snaps shut; you turn to him at the noise, smiling at the excitement on his face, even more radiant than usual under the pink lighting. he looks at you with a matching smile, curls bouncing as he nods along to the music, before turning back rapt towards the stage. you follow suit, soaking up the lyrics about wanting and yearning and falling fast for someone - hearing those words with that person beside you sends goosebumps shooting across your skin and sparks through your nervous system, the same kind of kinetic energy crackling in the space between you and matty. it’s so strong you have to uncross your arms, stretching your fingers out by your side. mortifyingly, they brush against the back of matty’s hand, and the sparks become shockwaves; not so much born out of fear, but of the same kind of longing the singer is musing about. he doesn’t seem to mind the contact, hand staying put despite it, and something in your brain just says fuck it and snaps.
tentatively, more so than you think you’ve ever been before, you loop your fingers around matty’s, and you hold his hand. and, quite honestly, nothing has ever felt quite so right as this. the shockwaves in your nervous system fade to a gentle hum, kinda like the reverb from the speakers, with only a tiny jolt when matty gently squeezes your hand in response.that’s how you stay for the rest of the song, hand-in-hand facing the stage, both of you - unbeknownst to the other - smiling contentedly and mouthing the lyrics to the song you relate to.
it lasts a sickeningly short amount of time, though - as soon as the song ends, you and matty are all but pulled apart by a group of kids running towards the stage, shouting about setlists and drumsticks and god knows what else. matty chuckles, walking backwards towards the exit so he can talk to you. "that was good.”
“yeah,” you agree, although you’re not sure what he’s specifically referring to. “liked it a lot.”
“me too.”
there’s comfortable silence as you weave your way out of the venue and onto the street. you turn to say a reluctant goodbye to matty, but he beats you to it. “i’ll walk you to the station.”
“are you sure? you’ve got a bit of a walk in the other direction, matty.”
he shrugs. “it’s a nice night. i don’t mind.”
“cool,” you do your best to keep from smiling at the thought of an extra five minutes with him. “thank you.”
“s'alright,” matty smiles, leading the way down the street. “i've had a lot of fun tonight.”
“yeah, same here. they're really good!”
“aren't they? i'm excited to see their set tomorrow, see how it compares,” he hums happily. “i think this is gonna turn out to be a really good article, you know.”
“so do i,” you beam at him. “and i must say, i'm enjoying the process for this one much more than i have in a while.”
he giggles, and you have to fight the urge to hold his hand again. “well, if you think about it,” matty rubs his thumb over his bottom lip quite attractively. “it makes a lot more sense for us to do gig reviews together. music is something to be shared, after all, and live music especially, and so are our reviews - we probably get a better sense of it all if we're not by ourselves, don't you think?”
you don't even bother trying to hide how enamoured you are when you look at him. “i love the way your brain works, matty.”
“oh, shush,” he clutches the sleeves of his jacket over his hands, but beams anyway; it drops from his face when he notices the tube station sign up ahead. “well, i suppose this is where i leave you.”
the melancholia in his voice makes your heart sink. “yeah, i guess,” you sigh. “but not for long, though.”
“true,” matty's face brightens, and he reaches to take your hand and squeeze it gently. “thanks for coming, darling. i had a lot of fun.”
“thank you for having me,” you squeeze his hand in return, smiling at the way he looks down at your connected fingers in wonder. “text me when you get home?”
“of course. you too, please.”
“i will,” you let go of matty, pausing before you turn to walk away; quicker than your brain can convince you otherwise, you lean up to press a kiss to his soft cheek, before winking at his dazed expression and turning towards the station. “see you tomorrow, lovely.”
“bye,” comes the soft, delayed reply. you turn back to wave once you reach the escalator, then smile giddily to yourself the whole way home.
in fact, you don't think you stop smiling giddily for the rest of the night, or the next day; just the knowledge that you're going to see matty again keeps you in a state of sunniness, has you dancing around the flat and serenading your dog, who just looks at you like you're insane. a tiny part of your brain agrees with her, but how can you be expected to help it? you haven't been this excited to go on a date with someone in a long, long time.
well, it's not a date, officially. but walking into a dimly-lit italian restaurant with matty in tow, him taking your jacket and pulling your chair out for you like a perfect gentleman? it fucking feels like it. you wish it was.
even more so when he takes his own jacket off, revealing A) a short-sleeved shirt in the same colour of red you told him he looked hot in the other day, worn slightly open over a white tank; B) almost-unbelievably muscular arms; C) tattoos littered up said arms, and one on his chest just peeking out suggestively.
jesus fucking christ.
you can’t help but stare at matty, mouth agape, as he sits down. he giggles nervously when he notices. “what?”
the words leave your mouth before you can even think about stopping them. “matty… do you know how hot you are?”
he does the adorable blinking thing again. “you think i’m hot? me?”
“um, yeah, i have eyes,” you giggle, cheeks burning. keep it together, you stupid slut. “i didn’t know you had all those tattoos, actually. why don’t you show them off more?”
matty shrugs. “sometimes, people think if you have lots of tattoos, you’re like, i don’t know… scary, or unapproachable,” he opens the drinks menu. “that’s not the impression i wanna give off, you know? especially at work. like, you know me, i’m quite soft and quiet. i just think the tattoos look sick.”
god, you want to eat him alive.
“i understand,” you nod, leaning on your elbows. “and i also think they look sick. kinda sexy, i’d say, to be honest. anyway,” you bite back a smirk at matty’s flustered expression. “what sort of drink are you in the mood for?”
“oh, well… i don’t know, actually,” matty scans the menu, then meets your eyes. “i’m new to this sort of reviewing. what do you usually do first? talk me through it,” he must mistake your wide eyes after his last statement for horror, instead of slight arousal. “please.”
“okay. can i see the menu, please? right, fab, thanks,” you hold it open so you can both see the drinks list. “shit, this is extensive… reasonably priced, would you say?”
“for this part of london? yeah.”
“i agree. right,” you look at him, and the concentration with which he looks back almost throws you off. “because we haven’t picked out food and don’t know about flavour palettes yet, i’d avoid wine for the time being. anything too flavoured, actually - i reckon our best bets are either some sort of fairly neutral cocktail, or a spirit and clear mixer. you know, vodka soda, a g&t, that kind of thing.”
matty nods. “makes sense.”
“yeah. the exception to all of that, in my opinion, is champagne,” you smile. “but if i start drinking it, i won’t want to stop, and if i kick the arse out of this meal on the work credit card then marianne will kick mine, so…”
he laughs, and the warmth of it goes straight to your stomach. “classy girl,” he smiles, laughing even harder when you make a face. “well, i think you are. and,” he points at the menu. “i also think we should have negronis.”
“nice. alright, let’s move on to food,” you open another menu. “oh, thank god we came here so early - this decision might take me a while. sorry.”
matty smiles, the tenderness in his eyes only exacerbated by the flickering candlelight. “that’s alright, darling. we’ll take all the time you need. well,” he winces. “maybe keep it within the two and a half hours we’ve got until we need to leave for the gig. although i s’pose we could stay here another fifteen minutes if we got a taxi.”
you wave insouciantly. “we’ll be on time. and you’ll have fun, too. promise.”
“oh, i don’t doubt that.”
and you really do have fun, despite having to constantly remind yourself that you’re not on a date and are in fact at work. the two negronis you each have over the course of the meal continue to coax matty out of his shell - and thus, get you to fall even harder for him than you already have, which to be honest you didn’t think was possible after seeing his tattoos - to the point where he’s affectionately taking the piss out of you for stealing forkfuls of his dinner “for journalistic purposes”. but, all in all, he’s completely fascinated by the process of forming your review, taking interest in the subtleties of what makes somewhere good versus great, and marvelling at the breadth of your culinary knowledge (which you’re actually very proud of, being self-taught and all); he’s still raving about it as you walk - with plenty of time to spare, mind you - along chalk farm road towards the roundhouse. “i actually don’t know what i’m more impressed with, you or the food. genuinely. you’re incredible. and to think i was going to make you soup!”
you frown. “past tense? why?”
“you know too much about food. i won’t be able to impress you.”
“matty,” you turn to look at him, wide-eyed and crestfallen. “that’s not true at all!”
he scoffs, but not harshly. “come on, babe,” the nickname does something funny to your stomach. “i’m not upset about it, just thinking realistically. how is my nana’s carrot and coriander recipe gonna stack up against michelin-starred minestrone, or whatever? not at all, that’s how. and that’s alright!”
“matty. matty - alright, fine,” you clear your throat, stopping and standing with your hands on your hips. “matthew. listen to me, and listen good, yeah? right,” when he nods, blinking those pretty eyes, you continue. “soup is a whole different thing - in fact, all domestic cooking is, especially if you’re making something for someone you care about. i don’t want to be impressed by the technique, i want to be nourished. cared for. dare i say, healed. and, in that regard, i have no doubt that your nana’s recipe would fucking decimate any posh restaurant soup. alright?”
he nods, shyly peeking through his eyelashes. “alright.”
“thank you.”
the walk continues, silent for a few minutes until matty talks again. “you know,” he says, smile audible in his voice. “i didn’t think i’d find being lectured about soup sexy. and yet…”
“oh my god, stop it,” you giggle, although you’re simultaneously fighting the urge to skip along the path and secretly filing that piece of matty information away in your mind. just in case. “thanks, though.”
he shrugs, smirking. you’re into it. “just telling the truth. it’s my job, after all.”
“and here i thought you were flirting with me,” you smirk back. “shame,” you wink, speeding up slightly towards the venue; you drop into serious mode when you see several different door queues. “shit. where do we go, with the press passes?”
matty hums, looking around. suddenly, he takes your hand, gently leading you to a side door; you’re quite content with this, a sort-of fuzzy feeling overcoming you, so much so that you barely register him talking. “here we are. you ready, darling?”
you nod happily at him. “round two. let’s go.”
the night, at first, progresses a lot like the previous one - you spend the opening set dancing, singing along to the songs you know pretty well by now, leaning in to talk to matty about any discrepancies you see in performance between both nights while he diligently takes notes. when they close with his favourite song, again, you’re slightly dismayed that he continues to write, and you can’t repeat the hand-holding; pretty much as soon as you’ve thought that, though, matty leans into you to rest his head on yours and sing along to the lyrics, and the room seems to get brighter. out of both desire and necessity (you know how clumsy he is), you wrap an arm around matty’s waist, and you swear you can hear him smile. it’s warm, sweet, intimate without being weird, and you really don’t want to let go of him. ever.
eventually, once the song ends and the house lights come up in the break between sets, you do, pulling your notebook from your jacket pocket with a sigh. matty straightens up, stretches with a groan that should not be as attractive as it was to you, and smiles. “pasta tiredness hitting you too?”
“little bit,” you wince. “maybe dinner then dancing was a bad idea.”
he shakes his head. “nah. it’s been fun. i’ve really enjoyed it.”
“i’m glad to hear that,” you smile at him. “wouldn’t mind making a habit of it, actually.”
“really?” matty beams. “neither would i. maybe we can pitch it to marianne as an actual segment. like, restaurant pairings with gigs, potentially highlight local places near the venues we go to. yeah?”
it’s a fucking great idea. he goes all bashful when you tell him as much. “cool. we can maybe see her about it on monday, if she’s in.”
you nod. “of course. come and find me on monday morning, and we can come up with a proper pitch while we get this piece done, alright?”
“‘course,” matty nods, smiling when the lights drop and the audience scream. “right, i’ll leave you to your notes.”
“cheers,” you reply, reluctantly turning towards the stage. it isn’t that the gig is bad, at all - as you wrote in your notes, the band are talented, charismatic, well-rehearsed. it’s just extremely difficult to focus on them and your notebook when you have the boy of your dreams beside you, close enough to touch and kiss and dance with, singing along happily and doing a dorky little two-step that makes his hair bounce quite beautifully. every so often, the urge to turn and smile at him becomes too much to resist, and matty goes visibly - adorably - pink under the stark white lighting every single time he makes eye contact with you.
by the time the gig ends, you’re dead certain: you are down so incredibly deeply bad for matty healy, and you need to tell him as soon as possible.
as it turns out, the opportunity for that happens extremely quickly once you’re both out of the venue, talking and laughing and dissecting the show even further than you did in your respective notebooks as you leave, and it’s so romance-media smooth that you genuinely think a higher power might be involved. perhaps an apology from the universe by having a group of teenagers push you and matty apart at yesterday’s gig, this time a group of them push you closer together, bolting past you and screaming about catching the bus home - matty tugs you into him to stop you being completely bowled over, and turns so the two of you are right next to the building instead of in the firing line out in the open. his hands are warm against your waist and lower back, and so is his neck under your clasped hands; you have no recollection of putting them there, but you sure as shit aren’t going to move them anytime soon. if you did that, you’d further the distance between you, and why on earth would you want to do that, when you’re so close you can’t tell whose breath cloud is whose and the little flecks of gold in his dark eyes are visible to you for the first time?
no. you’ll stay as you are, thank you very much.
“you know that thing we were going to pitch to marianne at work on monday?” you whisper, heart pounding as you notice matty’s eyes flick to your lips. “the thing we want to make a habit of?”
“yeah,” matty breathes, the words so close to your lips you can practically taste them. “what about it?”
your lips part, and you take a shaky breath before you reply. “well, the thing is,” you bite your lip, and his pupils dilate. “i don’t think i want it to be a work thing, matty.”
a beat passes before he responds. “neither do i.”
thank fuck.
your eyes close in contentment. “matty?”
“yeah, darling?”
you reopen them, looking up at him - for the probably millionth time in two days, you don’t bother trying to hide the feeling in your gaze. “kiss me.”
that gorgeous face above yours cracks into a smile. “alright.”
and he does.
it’s exactly how you imagined he would be - a little bit sloppy, tentative with tongue, but so eager and giggly and just so caring that it doesn’t matter. on instinct, your hand roots itself in matty’s curls, and the little whine he lets out is probably enough to fuel your bedtime fantasies for a fortnight by itself. you smile into him, tracing your tongue around his lips before sucking on the bottom one and releasing it slowly. your head is spinning, from matty more than lack of oxygen, and you honestly don’t think you’ve ever been happier post-kiss in your life.
there’s a happy silence for a minute, save the two of you gasping for breath, broken by matty kissing you quickly again and grinning. “hi. and, also, wow.”
“indeed,” you beam up at him, gently twisting those pretty curls around your fingers. “you might’ve figured it out by now, but… i like you, in a more-than-platonic sense.”
“the kiss gave it away, yeah,” he giggles breathily. “i take it there’s no policy at work about making out with your colleagues? or, y’know, taking them out on actual, unrelated-to-work dates?”
“no such thing.”
matty smiles, pulling you in for another kiss. “well, thank christ for that.”
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a/n; This is kind of half a blurb and half a fic?? Idk, it's just horny thoughts expanded tbh. now, this is NOT sanitary at all. PLEASE do not do this without thoroughly cleaning the shoe first. You are asking for a yeast infection and a UTI otherwise. But this is fiction, so let's all pretend he did a little sterilising beforehand! however, that's not hot to read, so im not gonna write it, but let's play pretend!! Thank you, ily <3
Content warnings; boot grinding, d-word, degradation, jealousy, bratty behaviour, dom matty, spit, swearing, and teasing. But I think thats it?? I'm so sorry if I'm missing some!
word count; 2.1k ish
(shout out to Kirke @nowshesdoingitallthetime for once again causing this. you are my fav little devil on my shoulder encouraging this behaviour...)
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“Okay and now look to the left!” You hear the photographer shout. matty turns his head exactly as she asks. But apparently, it's not quite right, judging by how she walks over to him and poses his body.
you can feel the jealousy in every fucking nerve when her fingers graze the edge of Matty's jaw, adjusting his head half a centimetre. The move was so small it was completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but what was noticeable was the sly smirk on the photographer's face as her fingers lingered on Matty’s skin.
Your boyfriend remains completely oblivious, as he has been all day. You, however, noticed it as soon as you walked in together. You weren't planning on coming to play jealous girlfriend, you were prepared to be silently supportive.
But when she spent 40 minutes trying different outfits on Matty and showering him with compliments, you knew something was up. 
You studied her every move from then on. The way she “adjusted” Matty’s hair after almost every take, running her fingers through every strand in a way that had Matty practically purring.
You look at the way she pulls at his clothes, untucking and tucking in his shirt multiple times. and you also watch her eyes dart down to his exposed stomach every. fucking. Time. You swear you can almost see the cogs turning in her head when she catches a flash of the rose tattoo on his hip.
Every joke he makes, she laughs just a little too hard. Matty is funny, but making a shitty pun is not worthy of doubling over and acting like you're at a standup show. Yet, every vaguely funny comment he makes has her cackling and wiping tears that are streaming down her cheeks.
So you were fuming. Partially at her, Matty had introduced you as his girlfriend at the start of the session. Which had earned him an unimpressed hum from her and you a petty wave. she didn't seem to take too much notice of that fact, though, judging by the way she's stroking his cheek right now.
But you're also pissed at Matty for playing right into her hand. 
You knew he was egotistical, but the way he was practically turned into a giggling schoolgirl over the shoot drove you insane. His attention whore actions usually make you laugh, probably because they're normally aimed at you. as soon as you start rambling about how much you love him, matty becomes a child star, immediately glowing at the praise.
But it's remarkably less entertaining when he's lapping up the attention of a woman who is practically getting on her knees in front of you.
And maybe you took it too far, walking over to him mid-conversation and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his harshly, you take advantage of the gasp that leaves his lips to press your tongue into his mouth, licking inside and moaning excessively loud.
Matty pulls you off once his logical brain overtakes his horny one, but you can still see he's slightly dazed when he goes back to chatting with the photographer. The haze in his eyes and the pink flush on his cheeks take a few minutes to fully fade, especially when your hand slides onto his thigh and grips his skin possessively. 
You hang off his arm for the rest of the break and move closer to the set when they start up again. Every adjustment she suggests you swoop in and make before she can, punctuating each one with a peck on Matty’s lips and a glare her way.
Matty knows what you're doing, and after you lingered a little too long on one kiss, he pulls you in with a hand around the base of your neck.
You feel his breath on your ear before he starts talking, “I know what you're doing. Behave.”
You don't listen to his demands. Why should you when he's been gagging for every piece of attention this stranger gives him? So you play it up even more, determined to beat this woman at her game.
whilst you might win that war, you certainly don't win the one waging with matty judging by his tense shoulders and rolling eyes.
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The ride home is full of tension, Matty's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, and the hand that usually lives on your thighs is firmly stuck on the gearstick.
You cant deny that the mix of his palpable anger now and how fucking good he looked at the photo shoot had riled you up. Every tick of his jaw makes your thighs tighten. And you swear you see a smile cross Matty's face as you cross and uncross your legs for the 20th time, desperate to relieve some pressure.
As soon as you get in the door, Matty is barking orders at you. 
“Follow me. And be quiet. You've done enough talking today.”  Any bratty behaviour left simmering inside you was gone. You trailed behind Matty silently, walking into the front room and starting to sit down on the sofa beside him.
“Nope, floor,” Matty says bluntly.
... no, he's joking. Surely.
“What?” you tilt your head at the man in front of you as you speak, assuming this is another one of his unfunny jokes (but you're sure the photographer would be fucking cackling at it.)
“You heard me, Don't play dumb now, baby. Kneel.” You don’t know whether it’s the intensity of his eyes or the assertiveness of his voice, but you do exactly as he asks. Sinking to your knees like you had done for him so many times before.
Your hands start to move to his fly instinctively, assuming you'd be apologising the only way you know how, letting Matty fuck your throat until you cant speak. But his hands smack yours away before you can even touch the denim of his jeans.
“Thats not gonna cut it today, baby. i need a proper apology this time.” Matty's foot slides between your legs, his boot sitting between your thighs as you hover just above it.
“I want you to grind on my boot, sweet girl. Put on a proper show for me, yeah?” Matty nods at you, and you don't even think before immediately nodding back, sinking down on his boot below you. in your mind, you know you should be scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, but your body moves without you telling it to.
You can already feel wetness pooling in your panties, throbbing at the idea of being so powerless under him. You gasp as soon as the cool leather of the boot touches your core, goosebumps blooming over your skin.
Your hips start rutting against the leather, sliding your hands around Matty's calf as you experimentally grind down on his shoe. Matty feels your fingers tighten around his leg as you clit brushes agaisnt the leather, the slight scratch of the boot making your head spin.
You rock your hips dumbly against Matty's shoe, arching your back when it brushes harshly over your bundle of nerves. Your ruby red nails dig into Matty’s leg through his jeans as you cling to him desperately.
One of your hands slides behind you so you can rock your hips even deeper on his boot, laying your palm flat the ground and canting your hips up desperately. Your thighs burn with every rock you make, but the burn in your core is stronger than anything else.
“thats it. now stick your tongue out, fuck. that's it angel,” Matty palms himself over his jeans as he stares down at you, groaning as he watches spit drip from your tongue and fall on the boot below, making every move you make slicker and more dizzying.
Matty looks pretty fucked out for someone who hasn't been touched, a thin sheen of sweat sits on his skin, his dick straining in his jeans as he watches you like a hawk. He studies your every movement like he is watching a cinematic masterpiece, taking in every move you make and committing it to memory. 
His jaw clenches as he fights every urge in his body to grab you by the hair and pull under him. Visions cross his mind of him jackhammering his hips inside you until you're screaming his name, watching the bluge in your stomach as he pumps fucking every inch of himself inside you. But he stays strong, keeping his eyes trained on you with every move you make.
“Thats it, shine my boots with your cunt. Good girl” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Matty drags out his words and pushes his boot up, the pressure against your clit making the world around you fall into a haze. 
A flush covers your cheeks and chest, and Matty smirks at how blissed out you look.
Fucking you dumb is something that will never fail to amaze him, watching a smart girl become a babbling mess because of him does wonders for his ever-growing ego. It's not like he needed the boost, but your brain melted out of your ears as soon as he starts talking to you like he owned you.
You can't help but squirm as you start moving closer towards the edge, the pressure building inside you slowly becoming too much. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips as your hips speed up, pleading with Matty to let you cum without saying it. Luckily, Matty has seen you fall apart under him enough times to know exactly what you're asking.
“You getting close, baby?” Matty smirks as he speaks, “‘course you are. Filthy girl wants to cum all over daddy's boots.” your jaw drops at the nickname, and you nod as best you can, whimpering with every circle of your hips. 
“Beg." he demands
"Tell me you're fucking sorry and beg to cum,” Matty's jaw drops when he sees tears start falling down your face, desperation filling your every nerve. Soon, you're sobbing and begging Matty for mercy, your hips bucking wildly.
“Please. I’m so- fuck- im so sorry, Daddy. Please let me cum, ill be so good, I promise. Just- ah! let me cum. Please.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you fight to hold in your orgasm, but every rut of your hips is making pushing you closer.
“So good for me, such a dirty slut. Okay, angel, cum for me.” As soon as the words leave Matty’s lips, your cumming, the rubber band inside you snapping.
White spots dance across your vision as you push even harder down on Matty’s boot, letting the tough leather push you through your orgasm with every circle of your hips. Your chest heaves, and your jaw shakes as your orgasm drags on, intense pleasure wracking your every nerve.
Your thighs grip tightly around his boot as you reach your peak, but soon enough they're going lax, your hips slowing down until you’re motionless sitting on Matty's shoe, panting wildly and fighting to catch your breath. His fingers move from his lap and grip your chin, forcing you to stare at him as he speaks.
“Don't leave a mess. clean it up for me baby, be a good girl.” Matty nods at his boot, looking at you expectantly with a sick smile covering his face.
You sink further down on the floor below you, ignoring the way the cold concrete scratches your knees as you slide. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you hold eye contact with Matty. staring up at his as you stick your tongue out, and start to lick the leather covered in your slick. An exaggerated moan falls from your lips at the taste, and Matty’s jaw drops as he watches your tongue lap at his shoe.
After a few more seconds of you swiping your tongue over the leather, Matty is dragging you into his lap, gripping your hips harshly as you settle on top of him. He can't help smirking as you hover over him. Your cheeks are pink as you stare at him. The same pretty pink covers your lips. undoubtedly from desperately bitting at them to try and dampen your needy whimpers.
“Don't be so selfish now, princess, give daddy a taste,” you smirk at Matty before gripping his jaw, watching in awe as his mouth drops open and his tongue falls out.
Power skitters up your spine as you lean forward and let a drop of spit fall from your bottom lip, watching it drip and fall onto your boyfriend's tongue. A grin immediately pulls at your lips when you hear the groan that is ripped from his chest. 
As soon as Matty tastes the mix of your slick and spit, he's dragging you deeper into his lap, forcing his tongue in your mouth to desperately lick every trace of your release from the inside of your mouth.
Needy hands grip each other's skin, groping every piece you can get your hands on. Eventually, Matty pulls away from your lips, his eyes dropping to watch a string of spit spread between you. His head falls back against the sofa behind him, staring at you in awe.
“I'm booking another photo shoot with her,” he teases, his chest heaving as he desperately sucks in air to his lungs.
“The fuck you are.” You surge forward and capture his lips again, smiling as you feel his lips turn up as soon as your skin touches his. 
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frailstateofhealy · 2 days
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babe, you look so cool - matty x reader
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a/n: hi, this is my first fic!! i've never really written something and put it out into the world so i hope you guys enjoy! so sorry if this is hard to follow but hopefully my writing improves! i'm going to label this as 18+ just because it's angsty and has mature themes! also let me know if you want a part 2! xx
warnings: angst, cursing, depiction of anger issues, toxic love and brief mention of blood
summary: you're in a toxic relationship with the lead singer of an up-and-coming band in your small town. he's damaged and so are you but two negatives make a positive right?
word count: 2.4k !!
wilmslow. a small town in england where your family had decided to relocate to a few weeks ago from london to get away from the chaos of the city.
you were eighteen years old and this would be your final year of school. you were nervous about moving to a town where you wouldn't know anyone until you met a guy called adam who was nice enough to invite you into his friend group and introduce you to them.
you would never fit in with the popular girls because you weren't a cute preppy blonde that everyone liked. you had brown curly hair and your favourite colour wasn't pink like the other girls. it was black and that was the colour you wore every day.
one day during lunch adam invited you to the table where he sat with his friends every single day. as you approached the table you saw a tall guy with blonde hair and another with short brown hair who seemed a bit shy. then finally, you saw the one who was laughing obnoxiously at something the taller blonde one had said to him. the obnoxious guy's smile faded from when he saw you standing there in front of him like he was almost in a trance at the sight of you.
adam stood up from his seat and walked over to you. "hey boys, this is y/n. she's new here and i wanted to welcome her into our group." you smiled and looked at each one of the three boys sitting in front of you but your eyes traveled back to the loud one. he was so visually appealing to you and there was something enticing about him.
adam started "this is george, he's massive. this is ro-" adam was abruptly cut off when the obnoxious one stood up in front of you. "fuck off ross! i'm matty." he said with a smile while letting his eyes linger on you for a few moments before he forced himself to look away.
you looked at matty, he was beautiful. people would often argue that men couldn't be beautiful which you always believed to be true until you met matty.
george's deep raspy voice knocked you out of your trance "shit, matty just fell in love at first sight." george joked that day but he was right and he usually was right when it came to things like that. george and matty seemed to be the closest of the four, they told each other everything. they hardly ever had secrets between them and george knew exactly when his best friend fancied someone, especially from the way matty looked at you. he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art hanging in a museum, one that he couldn't take his eyes off of.
you began to ask adam some questions about his friend matty during the class you two had together. you knew you had to get to know him and you wouldn't rest until you did. something about him really intrigued you.
matthew healy. nineteen years old. he had spent one extra year in school because he got held back from not paying attention in class or skipping. when he was asked why he didn't show up to class he told the teachers that school "got in the way of his visionary genius" he had long curly brown hair that just barely touched his neck. he sometimes wore his hair up in a bun which matty preferred you called a "man bun." his normal attire was black, ripped skinny jeans, and any shirt he could find in his closet. adam really didn't go into much detail but apparently matty had a rough home life. his parents were always working and had to babysit his little brother often. matty had beautiful brown eyes, the kind you could easily get lost in without even trying. he was shorter than adam, ross, and george and they often teased him about this which he got quite defensive over. all four of them were in a band they called themselves 'big sleep' because matty chose the name after something he enjoyed doing.
they invited you to their band practices in matty's basement every time they had one because they could use constructive criticism which is what adam said. but, you knew it was just because matty wanted to look at you. george played the drums, and ross and adam both played guitar. matty was the lead singer which wasn't surprising for his flamboyant and loud personality. you knew they would be famous one day especially matty. he was the perfect frontman for a rock band, you could just tell.
you and matty had a thing. you wouldn't know what to call it although labels weren't always important. you two would catch each other staring a little more than it should be between two friends. the other guys always knew there was something more between you and matty but they didn't seem to mind. they just seemed to be happy that matty was excited about and that you motivated him to keep showing up to school. ross told you he hadn't seen matty this happy in awhile.
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you sat there with your legs crossed and watched the guys in front of you tuning their instruments and getting ready for today's band rehearsal. they were in the initial stages of their band so up to this point they only really sang covers of their favourite alternative songs, most of which matty chose.
"so, we wrote this song the other night when you had that thing come up with your dad." matty spoke into the microphone and he seemed quite nervous by way his voice was shaky. the mere mention of your father felt like a punch in the stomach.
matty looked over nervously to his left where adam stood with the guitar pick in his hand. adam gave him a slight nod to calm matty's nerves a bit as if saying it was okay. matty put his head down for a moment "let's do this boys." your eyes traveled to adam as he played the first few chords of their first original song. it was a slower song, it started with just four simple chords and it remained pretty consistent throughout the song. matty started to sing effortlessly while staring at you.
"she had a face straight out of a magazine"
you looked at adam, ross, and george who all seemed to get lost in the music surrounding them. you nodded your head to the beat of the music while also paying close attention to the lyrics that matty sang. you were impressed, you knew they were good but not to this degree. you could tell by the covers that they would sing that they had something special but this just further proved it to be true. the music started to build as the guys started playing faster and with more passion. you loved seeing all four of them get lost in the music that they played. you noticed that adam gave matty another nod as if telling him to do something.
"but if you just take off your mask, you'd find out everything's gone wrong"
matty sang out as he started walking towards you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you hard off the piece of furniture you were sitting on.
"what are you doing?" you asked but you didn't get an answer, well at least not the one you thought you'd get. matty took a break from singing with the pause of the instruments behind him.
"i fucking love you." he muttered as he grabbed you roughly by the back of the neck and pulled you closer to him before you even had a chance to respond. before you knew it, matty crashed his lips against yours in what was a passionate kiss. you felt chills run through your body as he let his lips linger on yours for a few moments before pulling away. when he pulled away from the kiss he reached his hand out for yours as if he didn't want to pull away but he knew he had to. you glanced up at saw george and ross smirking at each other.
they finished the rest of the song and you just stood there dumbfounded. you had no idea what just happened, you weren't upset but you were just surprised. matty nervously looked at the guys and george gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder when all the guys stepped away from their instruments and went into the other room to give you two privacy.
matty finally approached you once again and you immediately spoke "the song was absolutely amazing but why did you kiss me?" matty stared into your eyes as he started to softly twirl the hair that was hanging in his face. you knew him enough to know that he only twisted his curls when he was nervous about something.
"fucking hell!" he finally said as he started pacing in front of you. "matty, what's wrong?" you asked in a concerned voice. you could tell by his body language that something was bothering him.
"i can't stop looking at you. i can't stop thinking about you and it's bloody frustrating. i'm not supposed to be in love with you but i can't help it." he walks back and forth in front of you at a faster pace as his voice grows louder.
"i can't even fucking go to sleep without thinking about how i feel about you. even when i do sleep, you show up in my dreams. it's just-" he pauses for a moment while you just stand there staring at him.
"it's fucking impossible. i need to be your boyfriend. i'll fucking do anything." he trails off while noticing that you're just standing there looking at him. he probably thought you were judging him but you just didn't want to interrupt him.
"shit! are you even listening to me right now?"
you could tell that he was starting to get pissed off. you knew it wasn't with you but it seemed he was very frustrated with himself. he got closer to you, so much so that you could feel his warm breath on your face.
"i need you to be mine. i need you to be my girlfriend and i need you to fucking fall in love with me or something. fuck!" at this point he was raising his voice in frustration. he bit his lip and walked over to the wall and punched his fist right through it. he fell to his knees on the ground, not from the pain of punching the wall but from the pain he was feeling in his chest. at this point, his breathing was fast and he had his head in his hands while he kneeled there on the ground.
without hesitation, you rushed over to him and got onto your knees. you instantly took his now bloody hand into your hands.
"look at me matty, breathe, okay?" you said in a calm tone while staring into his brown eyes which seemed to be darker than usual at this moment.
"i just, i can't..." he paused to gasp for air.
"i can't get you off my mind is all." he said with tears forming in his eyes. he wasn't upset from sadness though. you knew it was from the overwhelming feeling of passion he was experiencing at this moment. when matty had his mind set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind or get him to think of something else.
"matty, what makes you think i don't want the same thing? what makes you think i'm not in love with you because i am." you saw his face turn from a pained expression into an almost bright one. his breathing instantly slowed down now that you spoke. "really?" he asked. you looked down as you noticed a bruise starting to form as well as blood trickling it's way down his hand.
you started to cry, you couldn't bear the sight of him in pain. he cupped your face with his hurt hand, letting out a hitched breath while wincing in pain. he extended his fingers to wipe the mascara filled tears that fell down your cheeks.
"i love you so fucking much, darling." he said almost as he felt relief despite all the pain he must have been in. he wasn't in much pain though, at least not right now when he was looking into the eyes of the girl he loved.
he pressed his lips against yours. only this time it was a gentle kiss that sent shivers through your body. you had dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him when adam introduced you to him.
you felt helpless right now, you knew he wouldn't have punched the wall if you just spoke up when he was talking. what if him being in pain right now was your fault?
"george!!" you yelled out which was the first name that came to your mind besides Matty's. he was only in the other room so he came rushing in based solely on of the distress in your voice.
"what hap-" he stopped when he saw his friend on the floor next to you. george immediately crouched down onto the floor next to the both of you.
"shit, not again mate." george said he helped his best friend by grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his injured hand.
"he told me he was in love with me but he got frustrated and then that happened." you gestured towards the hole in the wall.
"he does this a lot. he'll be okay." george reassured while grabbing the ice from ross that he had brought in as if each of them already knew what to do.
"what did you say?" george asked as if matty wasn't sitting there right in front of him.
matty looked up at george with a genuine smile. matty didn't smile much unless he was telling a lame joke and even then it faded pretty fast. this one though was already lasting longer than any joke that he thought was hilarious.
"she said you she feels the same mate! she actually feels the same. can you fucking believe that?" matty spoke with a smile.
"i fucking told you you she would. hurt your hand for nothing you wanker!" george teased as he playfully ran his hand through matty's messy brunette curls.
"i got the girl." the curly-haired rocker said with a growing smile.
george smirked and kneeled off of the ground. "yeah, let's see if you can keep this one."
you looked at them both with a raised eyebrow and repeated what george said in your head.
this one? what the fuck does that mean?
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pov: just a slow morning waking up next to matty
because we all need a little pick me up in the am. another quick blurb.
warning: 18+, smut, but what else is new. grammatical errors, typos.
other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.
you have to admit. one of your favourite things about matty staying the night is waking up next to him, but again, who wouldn’t like waking up being held close by the beautiful, curly haired man who madly worships you? yeah… when you lazily open your eyes and your mind starts to slowly work, you notice how he’s deliciously pressed against your back. his left arm is draped over your navel and legs are all a tangled mess, his forehead resting on the back of your neck where you feel his gentle breath escape his lips. the lack of clothes reminds you of the lewd activities from the previous night, making you giggle as you clench your thighs around his leg that rests between yours. you intertwine your fingers with his hand holding your stomach and use it as leverage to ever so slowly and deliciously start grinding against him. you continue barely rocking your hips back n forth on him, feeling yourself getting more wet by the second. a small part of you says you shouldn’t be doing this, but that’s quickly forgotten as you feel his hardening cock against you. good. you’re pleasing matty even while he continues to snooze away. your sweet boy deserves it. minutes pass and you’re surprised you’ve been able to keep the gentle pace given how desperate you are now to feel him slip inside you. we have all the time in the world though, it’s okay. but that doesn’t stop you from slowly taking your intertwined hands, placing them over your now drenched cunt. you guide his hand so his palm is pressed against you, your swollen clit ever so slightly rubbing along one of his fingers as you continue to move your hips. your bottom lip is now sore from the pressure of your teeth as you try your best to remain quiet so he can continue sleeping. but it’s not even a minute later when you start feeling his body squirm, tiny whimpers leaving his mouth as his movements grow in synch with yours. you feel his lips lazily kiss your shoulders and finally his finger starts to rub small circles against you, the permission you needed to quicken your pace and find the relief you’d been searching for.
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I know it’s been way too long but Part 3 of “Me and You Together Song” is now up on AO3 and you can read it here
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This is dad!Matty Universe taking Rosie to the park his first full day back and being super tired but so happy and filled with love from being back with his girls….sorry I’m spiralling 😭😭
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adesso, tu (II)
the unspoken tragedy of them summarised in so few words desperately thrown at her feet. it's never been more, never less, never enough. the longest con he ever pulled was not loving her. the best con she ever pulled was loving him.
ao3. // glow's masterlist.
A/N: uhm this is a part two because idk man, I am feeling creative and inspired and cant get to popic files atm because theyre in another country soooo hope you like this?
Warnings: mature content, smut, poetic shagging, sex w too nany feelings, dangerous events (like shagging on a ledge once again), is this exhibitionism??, no additional warnings (lmk if more specific tags should be added)
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His attentive brown eyes travel up her long tanned legs, casually propped up on the old stone fence. Her smooth fingers wrap around the delicate glass, carelessly spilling the cocktail on the wooden floor as he draws her in, greedily seeking her lips. Elderflower blossoms on his tongue, delicate and sweet like her. Alison rarely lets him enjoy her too much, teeth catching on his lip as sharp as Ascalpel. He fights her briefly, then lets her have her way, folding within a second when she sucks on the soft flesh. Matty hums, content but not sated.
She pulls away, bringing the glass to her lips and downing what remains of the fizzy drink.
"I like this," Alison says, sotto voce. "Como is always nice."
Always safe, yet always ending, Matty thinks. Perhaps the safety comes from that very certainty. They're predictable to the core, stuck to the same pattern.
"It's lovely," he agrees unwillingly. She's not wrong, he can't fight her bland statement. Nothing is ever less than perfect with her, but it all wastes away far too quickly.
"Don't humour me," she tilts her head to face him, so attuned to every lilt of his voice that calling out his falsehoods seems to be second nature.
Matty sighs. With a shake of his head he reaches for the glass of vermouth. "It is nice," he repeats, believing himself satisfied more and more. "In the way all finite pleasures are."
Sharp blue eyes pierce into his, a storm of discord, "Don't start."
"Start what?"
Alison huffs in annoyance, dropping her bare feet to the ground. She paces away from him, as much as the constrained terrace allows.
"You know what," her voice is accusatory, her tense back turned to him as she leans over. Afternoon sun silhouettes her form against the backdrop of a thousand twinkling lights flickering across the wrinkled surface of the lake.
"Can you fault me?" he reluctantly joins her, elbows pressing into the hard surface as he leaves no room between their bodies. Shoulders touch, hips brush - Alison frowns looking out into the distance.
"Non voglio parlare di questo," she mumbles, and Matty has half a mind to scream out. Start a fight. The foreign words roll off her tongue with purpose, he knows. She does it because he can't talk back.
And as angry as it makes him, he still can't help himself. Can't stop himself from pushing back the damp locks from her shoulder and pressing his lips to it - a peace offering. In response, she tilts her head to the side baring her neck, an invite to feast. Once again, he is simply a man lost in the desert offered a sip of water. So, he breathes her in, tastes her skin, feels blood rush through her veins, feels her back moulding against his chest as she fits against him like a puzzle piece.
They'll talk later, a whispered promise carried away by the wind. They never do.
It's inconsequential now that she's pressed against him, leading his zealous hands under the dress up, up, up to her breasts, covered in a flimsy knit bikini. Sighing as he toys with the little bit of coverage, giggling as he pushes it aside, drawing in a sharp breath as he teases her, fingers circling her pebbled nipples. Etching a kiss into the dip of her shoulder as he steps into her, pressing himself against her back. And then she's eagerly guiding his fingers, placing them atop the loosely tied bows hugging her hips; conducting them to pull on the strings. The damp bikini falls quietly to the ground, and for a fraction of a moment, with a micro-dose of sanity, Matty’s mind wanders to how exposed they are, think that with a pair of binoculars the two of them are so easily visible even in this remote location.
Always a secret, never hidden.
Caution and reason thrown to the wind, he wets his fingers between her thighs instead, proud at the sound of her surprised gasp. Lovingly lustful, he dips his head to suck on her skin, tasting the beat of her heart as he seeks out that holy rhythm, the pattern that makes her gasp just right.
Satisfied when she squirms, proud as she starts to come apart for him. He imagines them being found out, though there's barely a sliver of possibility that might happen. Imagines Chris' cold grey eyes through a set of lenses watching them from the faraway coast, a fucked up scenario Matty only dares to dream of... over and over again.
Alison calls his name, reeling him back, and for a little while he lets himself believe she's his. Twisting between him and hard granite, she invites him to settle down between her thighs, and he accepts without a second thought eager to get lost in her for as long as he is allowed. Lets her undress him until there's nothing between them but warm summer air. She kisses with intent and purpose, holds him hostage in her embrace and begs for him. Once again perched at the precipice of a fall, she lets him pretend. Sinking into her is a homecoming, familiar like the starting notes of his favourite song. Her whispered encouragements are harmonies sung against his lips as he grows calmer the closer she gets.
"Mine?" the question tears away from his vocal chords, drumming onto her tongue. For a moment Matty thinks she might swallow it into oblivion with her lips pressed firmly against his.
"Yours," she fills his lungs back up with oxygen.
His.
Calloused fingertips dig into soft flesh, bruises she will have to explain away. One hand in his hair, the other gripping the thin iron pillar twined with grapevine. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, tasting the salty sweat on his lips as he bites into her. Hard enough to make her gasp; then he kisses away the teethmarks. Another sign of him she will have to hide.
"Touch me," she begs, music to his ears.
A quick glance over the fence, his left hand tightening his hold on her, and he obliges. Finds room between them to fulfil her demands and desires, while keeping her safe from the fall. His fingers know her by heart, better than guitar strings he snaps over her, better than piano keys he laments on. There is a flow to her that he's learned by heart, andante e dolce—hips, fingers, lips—until he can feel her tremble, wild eyes gazing into his.
Adagio.
"I'm the only one," he whispers.
That knows you like this, he swallows.
"Matty, please..." she wants to move her hips but he's got her cornered. Hanging by a thread off the ledge, held back by his strong arms and the vicelike grip she keeps on him. Any discordant movement is a risk.
Lento.
"Just say it once," he doesn't mean to beg. The words still come out in a plea.
Defiant gaze meets his, and Matty makes sure to press his fingers against her centre just the way he knows she needs it, to rock his hips into her right on the beat of the metronome, to silence her protest with his clever mouth.
"It's you, only you" the soft whisper of admission falls into his lap and he can almost believe it to be true.
"I love you."
Adagietto.
"Always you."
Dolce.
"Mine."
Andante.
"Yours," she pulls his face down, readily consuming his staggered breaths and faltering moans, harmonising along as he feels her tense up only to come crashing down on him. Five half moon imprints on his back, blood drawn from his bottom lip.
Vivace.
Long tanned legs around his hips, delicate fingers twisted in his hair, half-moon eyes peering into his.
"Stay," she repeats with conviction, as he threatens tries? to pull away.
"I'm—"
"Stay," it rolls of her tongue, pleading and desperate as she licks up into him, a flame ravaging what little remains of his stronghold.
The implication of the request is enough to send him over the edge with one last staggered move. Alison cradles his cheeks in her soft palms, pressing her lips chastely to his, caressing his face as if he might disappear.
This had never been allowed before, Matty realises, She's tilted the planet off its axis. It will all roll away into oblivion, but at least he would die happy falling into that black hole.
"Fuck, that was..." he whispers, pulling away slowly. Alison follows behind, jumping off the ledge back to the safety of the terrace.
There are traces of them on the old stone fence that Matty can't help but zero in on.
"Something new?" Alison questions with a satisfied smirk on her lips, drawing his attention back to her, perched once more in her old seat, legs spread as her fingers dip in and out.
There are traces of him all over her. Inside and out.
"You're killing me," two steps and he's down on his knees before her.
"Mine?" she reaches out, running her thumb over his parted lips.
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hot to go! - matty healy
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order up, i'm hot to go!
working as a waitress at a diner could be quite a drag, at least it was until you started getting a certain curly haired regular who was determined to break down your 'hard to get' act each week through flirtatious banter and dirty jokes that had your cheeks flushed pink. but who were you to complain when he tipped so well and was so nice to look at? (diner!au <3)
inspired by HOT TO GO! by chappell roan <3
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, matty is so unbelievably cheeky and flirty in this, like it's kind of insane, slow burn (in terms of anything physical), two idiots falling in love one chocolate milkshake at a time, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise, overstimulation, cum play if you squint
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“Order up!” You heard from behind you as you poured a cup of coffee into a mug, the sound of a bell dinging shortly after. You huffed, setting the coffee pot back down into its home, gripping the hot mug between your fingers as you turned to grab the hot plate off of the serving window, one of the cooks smiling through the empty space at you as you slid the plate off of the silver metal hatch. “That was quick.”
You rolled your eyes playfully at the cook, Nick, huffing as you shook your head softly. You were turning on your heels before he could tease you any further, zig zagging through the other servers behind the counter, dropping off the mug filled with coffee to the older gentleman sitting at the very end of the counter in the last barstool before turning the corner and making your way to a table that sat a couple. 
“Sorry about the wait, they were cooking more onion rings back there.” You apologized with a small smile, sliding the plate of food over to the man who had been waiting to receive his plate, the woman across from him having already had hers for a few minutes now. They both were quick to assure you that it was fine, thanking you. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”
You nodded kindly when they declined your offer, turning on your heels to check on the booth behind the couple, cleaning up their empty plates and accepting the cash tip with a smile. You balanced the empty plates on the palm of your hand as you made your way back up to the counter, handing them off to the bus boy - Johnny, before leaning back against the counter and crossing one of your heels over the other. 
Wednesdays were prone to dragging by, always the slowest day of the week, constantly checking the time on the clock that hung on the wall surrounded by old highway signs and coca cola advertisements. There just wasn’t enough customers to keep yourself busy, causing the minutes to drag by like hours and have you resisting the urge to pull your hair out as you listened to the same twenty songs playing out of the digital jukebox on a constant loop - normally the chatter in the diner drowned out the sound of the playlist your boss, Tony, refused to stray away from. But with the few people scattered around the diner, it was hard not to focus on the sound of Elvis Presley singing Jailhouse Rock for what felt like the millionth time since you clocked in this afternoon. 
You were staring down at your manicured nails when Ruth, who was arguably your favorite coworker here, slid into the open space next to you and knocked her shoulder against your own to draw your attention up to her - tilting her head to the side. 
“Who is that?” You felt your eyebrows scrunch together ever so softly, eyes sliding over in the direction that Ruth had tilted her head in and landing on a boy you were positive that you had never seen around here before, sure that you would remember someone like him. 
The stranger looked like he just walked straight out of Grease with the way his curly hair was ever so slightly pushed back, ringlets of curls falling over his forehead as he stared down at the menu on the table before him - dark eyes scanning over the various options, you could see his eyebrow twitching in distress from all the way across the diner.
Even though you were sure you had never seen him around before, you couldn’t help but think that he looked as though he belonged there. Sitting in the red booth with a leather jacket covering arms that you would bet money on being covered in tattoos, your eyes scanned over his frame unashamed, only because he had no clue your eyes were on him - taking in the sight of the remainder off his outfit, all black and dangerous, almost as if the universe was sending you warning signs before you could even approach him. 
You watched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek as he continued to flip through the menu of the diner, clearly growing more frustrated as he turned over page after page, running a hand through his hair in aggravation and - oh, did you like the sight of that. His fingers passing through his dark, slightly damp hair, you could only assume it must have been raining outside - the stray droplets on the leather of his jacket confirmed your suspicions. Long, thick, rough fingers that would feel so good running along the expanse of your body, down to the inside of your thighs and sliding inside -
You cleared your throat, forcing away the thoughts in your mind with it, straightening your back against the counter and smirking. “Dibs.”
“Hey!” Ruth gasped, shaking her head when you just winked at her in return as you tighten your ponytail, smoothing out the skirt of your uniform before sauntering over to the mysterious man who was already the most exciting part of your day.
Your converse covered feet clicked against the black and white checkered tile of the diner, your heart rate picking up in pace and face heating the closer you got to the stranger, quickly realizing that he was impossibly more attractive up close. He could feel your presence next to the booth, glancing up at you with eyes that slightly widened and immediately brightened when they landed on you.
You held back a snort when his dark brown eyes scanned over your frame, one of his thick eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he drank in the sight of your bare legs - men. 
You bit back a smile, clearing your throat before you introduce yourself, his dark eyes back on your face, hanging onto your every word and causing you to stumble a couple of times through the practiced spiel you spoke to every single customer that came through the diner - embarrassed that he already had this much of an affect on you. The boy with curly hair nodded softly when you told him your name, seeming as though he was in a daze as his dark eyes strayed from your face once more to drag down the expanse of your body as if he was trying to memorize every freckle and curve. 
It was only when you shifted your weight between your feet, the heat of his stare becoming too much for you to handle, did the mysterious boy clear his throat and find his voice to speak to you. “Hi, Mat-” His voice cracking, high in pitch. Clearing his throat once more, a twinge of pink spreading along his cheekbones, the sight of him flustered by your presence was impossibly endearing - the blush creeping up his neck making him even more attractive and even more difficult to focus on the task at hand. His voice was now much deeper as he opened his mouth to try again. “Hi, I’m Matty.”
You smiled softly, running your eyes along his face unashamed, thinking that the name suited him. “Hi, Matty.” 
The boy, Matty, shifted against the red leather of the booth while clearing his throat once more. “Hi.”
The two of you stared at one another for a beat, holding eye contact until you couldn’t take it anymore, breaking away from it while fighting a smile off of your face. You shook your head softly as you pulled your notepad from the apron tied around your waist, tilting your head to the side slightly as you glanced over the top of the paper at him, only to see his dark eyes still staring at you - the both of you breaking into a fit of soft laughter at catching the other. You shook your head more intensely this time, shaking the nerves as you took a deep breath to calm down the pounding of your heart, bringing the pen up to the notepad and ready to actually do your job. “You ready to order?”
Matty inhaled a breath so deep that it puffed his cheeks out, exhaling it in a tight laugh as he tossed down the menu that he had been holding in his hand. “Can I be honest?” Matty brought his long, distracting fingers to the back of his head to scratch his neck. “I have no fucking clue.”
You couldn't help the giggle that tumbled from your lips, your shoulders shaking and your head following suit. “In your defense, it is a really big menu.”
“Oh, it’s massive.” Matty agreed through a laugh of his own, nodding in agreement. “I don’t know how you remember it all.”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side and giving an overly bright smile. “Must be this big brain of mine.”
“Oh,” Matty nodded, a smile spreading steady over his face as he leaned back in the booth, tossing a leather jacket covered arm over the back of it. “She’s got beauty and brains, I see.”
You cursed the red that tainted your cheeks, turning your head into your shoulder to try and hide it from the boy staring up at you but you knew he had already noticed the effect his bold words had on you if the look he was giving you told you anything. You shook your head, staring down at the frilly socks that peaked out over the top of your high top converse. Matty took pity on you, clearing his throat once more to ease the tension he had created. “What do you recommend?”
Normally when first time customers asked you this question, you wanted to rip your hair out, why couldn't they just pick something off of the menu and go about their day? But now that Matty was curious, you found yourself desperate to think of something that he would love, eager to please and impress him. “Uhm.” You swallowed thickly as he stared up at you expectantly. “A burger, maybe? You can’t go wrong with a good classic, right?”
“Alright.” Matty nodded, taking your suggestion without any form of argument, sliding the menu across the table and closer to you - the laminated edges brushing against your thigh in the process. “Throw me in a chocolate milkshake too, will you, darling?”
You had just gotten your cheeks back to normal only for him to have the blood rushing back to them at the nickname. You were used to being flirted with on the job, sure that you had heard every pick up line under the sun at this point, but something about the way it fell from Matty’s pink, plump lips had your stomach in a whirl. 
“You got it.” You smiled, blindly reaching down to grab the menu off of the table, not wanting to look away from his face - wanting to study every crevice and cranny so you would never forget it. You hadn’t realized that his hand had lingered on the menu until your fingers were brushing against his own, blaming the jolt you felt from the touch of his skin against your own on static, swallowing thickly and quick to scoop the menu up and into your arms - desperate to put some space between the two of you so you could actually breathe and have it reach down to your lungs.
Matty’s eyes were heavy on you, dark and dangerous and all but gleaming up at you. You shot him a tight smile, nodding your head down at him before turning on your heels and nearly sprinting to the front of the diner, tossing the laminated menu off to the side so you could grab onto the tiled counter with both hands. Your head hung between your shoulders as you released a breath you hadn’t even realized you had been holding in, only having a moment of alone time before Ruth was crowding your space. 
“Should I clear the restaurant out so the two of you can fuck? I mean Jesus.” Ruth teased, you forced out a laugh in return, heart pounding against your ribcage - embarrassed that Matty still had such an affect on you even with the distance between the two of you. “He was looking at you like he’d rather eat you for dinner.”
You couldn’t even argue with Ruth because she was right, he had been staring at you like he could eat you alive in front of everyone, the idea was tempting. But you found yourself shaking your head before you could allow yourself to go down that rabbit hole. “It wasn’t like that.”
“You can’t be serious.” Ruth laughed through a scoff, glancing over in the direction you had just come from. “I mean, he’s literally still staring at you right now.”
“Oh my god.” You groaned, grabbing her arm and pulling her in a way that forced her body to turn away from Matty, as you had been standing. “It doesn’t matter how he’s looking at me, I can’t do it.”
“Are you-” Ruth cut herself off to huff. “Why can’t you? He’s hot, he’s into you, like-” Ruth cut herself off again in favor of looking over her shoulder to confirm that Matty was still staring over at them. “Really into you.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the counter tighter. “I mean, you were just telling me how long it’s been since, you know.” You shot a glare your friend's way at her words, causing her to raise her hands in defense. “Look, I’m just saying that I think this could be really good for you.”
You sighed once more, holding your breath before finding the courage to look over your shoulder yourself, immediately making eye contact with dark, dangerous eyes. Matty smiled when he noticed you looking back at him, raising his hand to wave softly at you. You groaned, turning around to drop your head between your shoulders again. “I can’t.”
“But-” 
You cut Ruth off before she could even argue. “I’ll have my fun flirting with him while he’s here and forget about him as soon as he pays, he’s probably just passing through town.” You huff, taking your arms off of the counter and standing more straight up. “I’ll never see him again.”
“Exactly.” Ruth stressed. “Even more reason to just go for it. You’ll never see him again.”
You fixed your friend with a look that had her rolling her eyes. “Fine. But you’re not allowed to complain to me about your needs ever again, I tried to help you out.”
You snorted, shaking your head through a laugh. “Deal.”
So you soaked up the little time you had with Matty, giggling at his jokes and blushing at his advances until it eventually came time for him to pay his bill and leave you behind - but not before asking you for your phone number, scratching the back of his neck out of nerves as he did so. You felt bad rejecting him, doing so with a smile, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to hand out your phone number to another guy just to wait around for a call that would never come. You could tell by looking at Matty that he had a line of women that would wrap laps around the diner, you weren’t special, you were just entertaining for the night. He’d forget about you in the morning and you couldn’t stomach the thought, not when you knew you’d never forget about him. 
You teased Matty to ease the disappointment in his shoulders. “You’ll have to come back to get it.”
The words hurt to say, knowing deep down that you’d never see him again, yet still trying to  delude yourself into thinking they were true. Hard to face reality when Matty was staring down at you with a smug smile and promising that he’d be back to get it before walking out of the diner and out of your life for what you thought was forever. 
Oh, if only you fucking knew. 
“Right, sorry.” Your voice was tight, as tight as your jaw as you swallowed down what you really wanted to say to the customer sitting in the booth beneath you. “I’ll get this fixed for you.”
You shot the brightest, fakest smile you could muster up at the middle aged blonde woman in the booth before grabbing the plate from the table, waiting until you were three steps away from her before rolling your eyes and dropping the fake theatrics all together. “Why the fuck would I have known you wouldn’t want bacon on a bacon cheeseburger?” You mumbled to yourself, cursing the woman, as you walked back up to the front of the diner.
You turn around to push the door to the kitchen open with your shoulder, immediately feeling eyes on you as you make your way over to the counter next to the stove and toss the plate full of fresh, hot food onto it with a hefty sigh. “Hey, now, don’t come back here with that type of attitude.” 
You laughed softly, bringing your hands up to rub at your face out of frustration, peeking through your fingers at the man that the teasing tone belonged to. Ricky stared at you with a raised eyebrow, a glimmer of playfulness in his dark eyes. “Sorry, I’m just-” You cut yourself off, deeming that the gesture of choking the air was a better explanation than any words could have expressed. “you know?” 
A mixture of laughter echoed throughout the kitchen, the men back in the kitchen all stopping their task at hand to listen to you complain about the awful day you were having - about the cup of coffee you had dropped within the first hour of your shift, the ceramic shattering against the checkered floor, dark liquid spreading against the black and white checkered floor. The way that your boss, the owner of The City Diner - Tony, had bitched at you for dropping it, imitating his rough voice and earning more laughter as you relived the conversation with him. You were halfway through your story about the blonde bitch in the booth when you heard your name being called through the window, stopping your story in favor of looking over at who was calling for your attention. 
Ruth had her elbows on the metal of the serving window, leaning in with a shit eating grin that told you everything you needed to know about what she was about to say - but she chose to tease you anyway, raising her voice in a sing-song manner and batting her eyelashes. 
“Your boyfriend is here.” Wolf whistles were heard from beside you as you groaned with a roll of your eyes at your coworkers' antics. “Right on time.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You tried to argue, but it didn't matter, your coworkers had already started to tease you. 
“Oh, that will cheer her right up.” Nick teased, tossing a towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile spread over his unshaven face. “What do we think this time, boys?” You glared at the cook as he glanced around the room with furrowed brows. “Ten minutes before he spews a pick up line?”
“Ha.” Ricky laughed, shaking his head and giving you a once over. “Five minutes, max.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring at the men with a stare that you wish could catch fire, rolling your eyes with a deep huff when Ruth decided to chime in. “You guys clearly don’t know him at all.” The brunette argued, glancing over her shoulder at what you could only assume was the booth you knew a familiar head of curls was sitting. “He’ll say hello to her and then immediately tell her how pretty she looks today.”
“Alright.” Nick nodded, glancing over in the same direction Ruth just had, narrowing his eyes. “Five bucks?”
“Deal.” Ruth leaned through the window further to shake her hand with Nick’s, Ricky walked over to join in. You cleared your throat, fixing them all with an unimpressed stare that they smiled back to in return. 
“Wow, I’m so glad that you guys are placing bets on my love life.” You huffed, shifting your weight between your feet under their stares, Nick’s eyebrow still raised as he tilted his head to the side.
“Love life? I thought you weren’t interested in the bloke.” Nick stared at you expectantly, all eyes in the kitchen on you as they had caught you red handed, you huffed at the slip up. 
“I’m not.” You argued with a meek voice, tightening your arms over your chest when the entire kitchen broke out in a mix of “sure.” and “yeah, right.”
Nick rolled his eyes, but didn’t press the issue any further.  “C’mon, you know you want in on it.” He teased, tempting you to take the bait. You took a few steps forward so you could glance out of the serving window, the all too familiar head of curls sitting right where you expected them to be. You fought off a smile, turning back to face the three of them who stared at you, almost holding their breath to see if you would play along or not. 
You brought your tongue out to wet your lips, allowing a smirk to spread over your face as you leaned forward as if you were letting them in on a big secret. “I bet he doesn’t even tell me hi first.”
“There she is!” Nick cheered, raising his fist up in celebration. 
“And if I’m right, you fuckers all owe me ten.” You countered, glancing at all three of them who nodded in agreement.
“Deal.” Nick spoke with a sharp nod, bringing his hand down to shake with your own to finalize the deal before tilting his head in the direction of where the subject of the bet was sitting. “Now go out there and make us proud.”
You rolled your eyes through a scoff, shaking your head as you turned on your heels to make your way over to the kitchen door - stopping in front of it to look over at the three of them before bringing your hand up to the clip in your hair and removing it from your head, allowing your hair to fall down your back, smiling to yourself as they all groaned - murmurs of “she’s cheating” and “that’s not fair” whispered as you shot them a wink before pushing open the door and stepping back out into the diner. The three of them leaned against the metal of the hatch, watching your every move, waiting to see who would win. 
Your white converse carried you across the black and white checkered floor of the diner over to the all too familiar booth, a path that you could probably do with your eyes closed at this point. You pulled the skirt of your uniform up a little higher on your hips before standing in front of the booth, feeling all too powerful as you watched the man who was already staring at your exposed legs. You fought back a smile, knowing you already had him in the palm of your hand. 
You watched the way his dark eyes trailed up your body, a flirtatious smile fighting his lips as he leaned back, throwing a leather covered arm over the back of the red booth - finally locking eyes with you. With the way he was looking at you, you knew you were about to be thirty dollars richer before he even opened his mouth. “Well, there’s my favorite girl. Don’t you look extra pretty today.”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop from laughing as you could hear Ruth, Nick and Ricky all groaning and cursing in disappointment of losing. You brought one of your hands behind your back to rub your fingers together in a way to tell them they owed you money, flipping them off quickly before focusing your attention fully on the boy who had quickly become your favorite customer.  “Hi Matty.”
It had been five weeks since Matty had come in for the first time. You found it ironic, that the first night that you had met him you assumed you’d never see him again only to develop a routine with the boy. Every single Wednesday at 6 pm, Matty would stroll into The City Diner in his leather jacket, slip into the same booth, order the same exact meal and flirt with you until you were so red in the face that you had to walk away from him. 
It was dizzying how persistent he was when it came to you, never letting the many, multiple rejections stop him from showing up the following week and trying again - maybe it had something to do with you drawing the tiniest of hearts next to have a nice day! on his receipt, or maybe it was the way you’d sometimes slip into the booth across from him to chat when the diner was extra slow, which happened more often than not considering he came on the slowest day of the week. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you have never truly rejected him. Always smart with your choice of words and choosing to just walk away with a blush instead of turning the man down, knowing deep down that if you gave him what he really wanted that there would be no reason for him to ever return to the diner and you simply couldn't have that. You had grown accustomed to your little routine and you weren’t quite ready to give him up yet. 
“Hi pretty girl.” Matty smiles, staring at you with dark eyes that gleamed at you like you hung the moon. “How’s your day going?”
“Oh, you know.” You sighed dramatically, trying not to make it obvious how excited you were to see him. You figured since you were on your sixth time doing this that you wouldn’t be as giddy to see him, but you found yourself more and more so with each time that he walked through the front door - surprised that he was still showing up despite the fact that you still hadn’t given him your phone number like you had promised to before. “Same old shit, had a woman bitch at me for putting bacon on the burger that she ordered.”
Matty nodded along with slightly furrowed brows. “Well, why would you put bacon on her burger if she didn’t order it?” 
You know Matty didn’t mean it the way he said it, but the way he worded the question had your blood beginning to boil all over again, you took a deep breath before pointing out a vital part of the story. “Oh, I don't know, maybe because she ordered a bacon cheeseburger.”
Matty’s head hit the back of the booth in a loud laugh that bounced off the walls of the diner and reverberated inside your mind, making you feel warm inside, it had quickly become one of your favorite sounds. “No fucking way.”
“Yes.” You laughed softly alongside him. “I wish I was joking.”
“Is she still here?” Matty glanced around the restaurant when you nodded in response, only having to look at a few tables before making his guess. “Was it that girl?”
You glanced over your shoulder, another stream of giggles falling from your lips at the fact that Matty was able to immediately clock her. “How did you know?”
“Oh, the haircut.” Matty replied quick and simple, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on now.”
“Yeah, so that’s how my day is going.” You shook your head through a laugh. “What about yours?”
That flirtatious smile was back on his face in the blink of an eye. “Much better now that I’m with you, darling.”
“Oh, please.” You groaned through a roll of your eyes. “That was cheesy, even for you.”
“Hey, it’s hard to be creative after so many weeks.” Matty defended with his hands up, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a quick once over. “If you’d stop being so stubborn and just give me your number.” He drew out the word with dramatic flair. “Then I wouldn't have to resort to cheesy lines. It’s a win-win scenario. Truly. You don’t have to hear pickup lines anymore and I finally get to take you out on the date I’ve been itching to bring you on for weeks now.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the smile that you feared might break your face in half, heat climbing up your neck and up to your cheeks. “Even prettier when you’re blushing, darling.”
You laughed breathily through your nose, bringing your finger to brush against the tip of your nose in an effort to hide your face, hopeful to find some footing to gain some type of control back in this conversation. “You know flirting doesn’t get you a discount, right?”
Matty brought a hand down over his heart, staring at you with faux offense that already had you rolling your eyes into the back of your skull. “Oh, I’m not flirting with you to get money off.” Emphasizing the word with a playful glint in his eyes, dark eyes that dragged slowly down the expanse of your body while his eyebrows raised the closer to your bare legs he got, speaking through a smug smirk. “Your clothes, however.”
“Alright.” You deadpan, shaking your head. “And with that, I’m gonna go put your order in.”
“Oh, come on.” Matty pleads through a soft laugh, clearly quite proud of himself for the joke that had heat simmering faintly in your stomach. “What’s it take to get your number?”
You sigh deeply, one that Matty knew was teasing, fixing him with a look that you hoped was full of annoyance but you knew was filled with everything but. This was a common occurrence, Matty asked for your number at least twice every week he came in here, persistent as hell with no sign of stopping. You considered just giving it to him, or just finally fully giving into him all together and jumping his bones like you’ve been wanting to for six weeks now. But playing hard to get was so much more fun. “Okay, I have a proposal for you.”
“Little soon to pop the question, don’t you think, darling?” Matty teased. “I don’t even have your number yet and you’re already trying to tie me down.”
You fix him with a look that has him holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”
You snort, shaking your head. “Today’s the first of the month, right?” Matty nods. “Okay, why don’t we make a deal?”
“I’m listening.”
“If you’re nice and sweet, if you prove that you deserve it.” Matty shifts in the booth. “I’ll give you one digit of my phone number each month.” 
Matty nods slowly, pursing his lips as he stares off, deep in thought. “Alright, I can work with that.” Bringing his dark eyes back up to lock with yours. “I’ll take what I can get.” You giggle. “What’s my number, then?”
“Oh, you can’t have it yet.” You stare at him in bewilderment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You just got here, you have to be nice and sweet to me first and then I’ll give you what you want.”
Matty’s eyebrows raise, a smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, I’ll show you nice and sweet, alright.” You tsk, Matty huffs and rolls his dark eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine.”
You smile. “Same order as always?” You knew it never changed, but wanted to confirm just in case. 
“Do you even need to ask at this point?” Matty asks with a tilt of his head.
“Alright, I’ll go put it in for you.” You nod, starting to turn on your heels.
“Okay, I’ll just be sitting here.” Matty sighed, dramatic as ever, clasping his hands together and tapping his fingers against the backs of them. “Being as sweet and nice as I can possibly be.”
You snort, shaking your head with a roll of your eyes, turning the rest of the way so you could walk away. “You’re so annoying.”
Matty’s order didn’t take long to come out, only having to wait less than ten minutes before you were sliding the plate of food in front of him, sitting the chocolate milkshake alongside it and reaching into your apron to grab him a straw and accidentally setting down two. Matty was quick to raise a brow at you with a smirk. “You trying to share my milkshake, darling?” You were quick to shake your head no, snatching up the extra straw before he got any ideas. “You can have it, actually.” Matty spoke with certainty, leaning back in the booth to give your body a quick scan. “Got something else in mind that I’d rather drink.”
You couldn’t stop your mouth from dropping in astonishment, sometimes you truly could not believe some of the stuff that came out of his mouth. “You are ridiculous.” You scoff. “And you were doing so well too.”
Matty shrugs, picking up a fry off of his plate and dipping it in his chocolate milkshake, sticking his tongue out in a way that was unnecessary for eating a french fry, astounded that he could make something so innocent seem so pornographic.
“Can you really blame me?” His dark eyes glued to your legs that were on display. “I mean, you’re the one who hiked your skirt up before you walked over here to greet me.”
You found your mouth dropping open in astonishment for the second time in such a short span of time, quick to close it and clear your throat, a deep blush deepening on your cheeks for being called out - embarrassed that Matty had caught you in the act. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right.” Matty nodded, eyes dragging up the length of your legs painfully slow, spending an extra beat where the hem of the skirt of your uniform met the middle of your thighs. The smirk on his face grew as you shifted under his gaze, his dark eyes shooting up to meet your own. “Do I get my reward now?”
You hummed, tapping your pointer finger against your chin as if you were deep in thought, Matty watched you with gleaming eyes that narrowed from your antics. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Matty hummed, swallowing and leaning forward in the booth, arms folded against the table as he leaned in to speak low and deep, a dangerous look in those deep, dark eyes of his. “One of these days, I’m going to make you eat those words.”
You swallowed thickly, a low heat simmering in your stomach from his promise. You stared at one another for a few beats of your pounding heart, the rate of it picking up impossibly quicker when dark chocolate eyes flicked down to your lips, your tongue felt as though it was made of sandpaper. 
You cleared your throat in hopes of taking some of the tension with it, sliding Matty’s receipt across the table to him, never wavering eye contact with him as you did so. His dark eyes only breaking from your own when you tilted your head down ever so slightly in reference to the receipt. Matty picked up the small, thin piece of paper between his rather large, veiny hands - the sight of them on full display had your tongue feeling much more like the desert, watching the way one of the veins jumped as he ran his finger absentmindedly along the back of the receipt. Or maybe he was doing it on purpose, if he had noticed the way you hiked your skirt up so it’d be shorter before standing before him, you were sure that he had to have known about your obsession with his hands. 
Matty read over the receipt, smiling softly at the familiar etching of your handwriting across the top of it, have a nice day!<3 - the ink still fresh. 
He glanced at you over the top of the receipt, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, confused as to why you wanted him to look at the piece of paper right now. You widen your eyes slightly, nodding your head back down at the receipt so he would look at it again. The furrow in Matty’s thick eyebrows deepened as he looked back down at the receipt, dark eyes scanning over the paper. You knew he spotted it when the wrinkle between his brows softened, an easy, happy smile taking over his face. 
At the bottom right corner of the receipt, you had written a small 8 - the very first digit of your phone number. 
Matty raised a fist in the air out of celebration, shaking it with a big smile on his face, causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. “Finally.”
You shook your head at his antics. “You’re ridiculous.”
“So are you if you think I’m just taking this one number.” Matty slid the receipt back over to you, tapping a finger against the spot next to the eight. “We’re on week six, you owe me for last month.”
“You cannot be serious.” You scoffed, eyes glued to his long finger that rested against the receipt. “That was not part of the deal.”
Matty shrugged, leaning back in the booth and folding his arms behind his head, the sight alone had you refraining from crawling under the booth and taking him into your mouth until he - 
You cleared your throat once more, heat simmering in your stomach as the action had caused Matty’s shirt underneath his leather jacket to rise ever so slightly, enough to reveal some colored ink peeking outside of the waistband of his black jeans. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be ashamed, not even when you could feel Matty smirking at you - having caught you gawking at the sight of revealed skin and taking it a step further by waiting until your eyes eventually met his own just for him to look down at his lap pointedly, locking eyes with you again and raising a brow.  
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop your eyes from flicking down to his lap as he wanted you to, his legs spreading further apart now that your attention was on them, almost like an invitation. You cleared your throat again, surprised that you could even still do so with how dry it was, looking away from him before you actually ended up crawling under the booth this time. 
You dug in your apron for your pen, avoiding eye contact as you leaned down to write a second digit next to the first one, Matty’s gaze burned against exposed skin as you did so. You stood back up straight with a tight smile, pushing the receipt back over to him, not able to take your hand away fast enough before he was grabbing it from you, fingers brushing against your own - having contact with his skin had heat swirling in your stomach now.
You pulled your hand away in favor of wrapping your arms around yourself, needing to hurry up and put some distance between the two of you, hard to breathe with the thick tension in the air. Matty shot you a knowing smirk that had you tightening your arms around yourself, hating that he had you all figured out. He looked down at the receipt to look at the second number, a 2 written next to the 8 you had previously done. 
He smiled to himself, folding up the receipt and pulling out his wallet so he could slide it into one of the card holders for safe keeping, the sight had your cheeks stained pink. “Thank you, darling.”
You nodded, not sure if you even had a voice to speak after the show he just put on, but desperate to find one with the way he was staring at you expectantly. “Think you can wait that long?” Your voice was meek, barely there, but it was something.
“Can you?” Matty teased, deepening the light pink stain on your cheeks to a deeper rose color. The sight of it gave Matty all the confidence in the world. “I’m not worried, I’ll get you to crack before then, I promise you that.” Matty’s words shot down to your core, the heat from your stomach spreading throughout your veins and making your body warmer and warmer from his confident words. “I’m very patient.”
As the end of summer turned into fall, the months piled on and with each passing week you found yourself in deeper and deeper with Matty, still surprised to see him still walking through the door at 6pm every Wednesday even as the seasons changed. 
You help up your end of the deal, giving him a shiny, new digit of your phone number every month, the boy always ecstatic to receive it. 
In September, Matty earned another 2 to go alongside the last one, finally having your area code and bragging that he was already a third of the way there, pulling out the receipt from his wallet and stealing your pen right out of your apron to jot down the digit so he wouldn’t forget it. 
You were stunned by his comfortability of reaching into the pocket of your apron and grabbing the ink pen, shaking your head to get yourself out of the daze it had put you in so you could tease him. “You kept that?”
Matty scoffed. “Of course I did?” Looking at you as if you had grown two heads. “This is very important.”
Matty held up to his end of the deal, trying his hardest to make you crack sooner rather than later, keeping your cheeks stained with a blush anytime he was around. 
Like now, lingering on a barstool at the front counter after his bill had already been paid, watching your every move until you decided to finally give him the attention he so desperately craved. 
“Is there a reason you haven’t gone home?” You huffed, leaning on folded arms on the counter that separated the two of you, narrowing your eyes. 
“Well, you’re always saying how you’re so busy working up here and that’s the reason you can’t go on a date with me, so I figured I’d wait for you. Maybe we could leave at the same time.” Matty shrugged, smiling easy. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” You questioned, eyes puzzled and heart pounding.
“Do you wanna leave at the same time?”  
You swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to start to swarm at the question, couldn't help but imagine what everyone would think if they saw the two of you leave together. Almost like he had read your mind, Matty extended his offer. “I leave first and you can wait five minutes so it’s not suspicious.” 
Matty could feel you considering it, leaning in closer and capitalizing on your silence. “I don’t live too far from here, could have you falling apart underneath me in half an hour.”
It was tempting, very tempting. So tempting that an agreement was on your tongue, seconds away from being spoken but the sound of the bell and a shout of “Order up!” had broken you from your daze - Matty’s shoulders dropping in disappointment.
In October, you gave Matty a 9, his fourth digit. 
Halloween falls on a Wednesday and you weren’t expecting to see him at all, assuming he’d had some party to go to, surprised to see him stroll into the diner dressed as Patrick Bateman - blood and all. Swinging an ax over his shoulder as he slid into his normal booth. 
“I didn’t think I’d see you today.” You said it because it was true, drinking in the sight of his costume, wondering what it would feel like to pull on his tie and lick the fake blood off of his face. 
“It’s a Wednesday, why wouldn’t you?” 
“It’s Halloween.” You gestured to the costume he was wearing. “Don’t you have some hot party to go to?”
“I do.” Matty shrugs, making your blood simmer with jealousy at the thought of who he might meet tonight, the feeling subsiding when Matty winked. “But I had a hot date with my favorite waitress I couldn’t miss out on first.” 
You rolled your eyes to combat the pink that stained your cheeks. 
Maybe it was the way the navy blue pinstripe suit clung to his body, or the way the red splattered along his face seemed to accentuate his features, maybe it was the ax splattered in the same shade of red sitting next to him - whatever it was, you found the confidence to say, “I thought I was your favorite girl.”
Matty hummed, running his dark eyes along your body unashamed and easy, following the curve of it with practiced ease. “And here I thought girls were supposed to dress slutty on Halloween. Where’s the effort, darling?” Matty’s eyes had settled on the cat ears sitting on top of your head. “Saving the lingerie for me?”
You snorted, rolling your eyes, anything to distract from the idea of showing off a pretty, lacy lingerie set for Matty just so he could peel it off of you. “Yeah, sure.”
Matty hummed once more. “What time do you get off?” Not even waiting for an answer. “You could come with me, could be my Evelyn.”
You nodded. “You mean Patrick’s fiancé?” 
“Indeed.” Matty replied, smirking.
You hummed, tilting your head to the side. “You mean the one he dumps? In a restaurant?” Matty brings bloody fingers around to scratch the back of his neck. “You trying to tell me something, Healy?” 
Matty laughs softly, recovering easy. “Well, you see, you’d actually have to go out with me before I could ever dump you.”
“Hm, that’s quite a predicament.” You pouted. “As far as Evelyn goes,” Shrugging. “I guess I’m not your girl.”
“I’m afraid not.” Matty agrees, giving you a quick once over before smirking. “But you are my favorite girl.”
Your eyes roll, deflecting from the way his words made you blush. “I’m sure you say that to all your victims.”
Matty brings a hand over his chest in faux offense, laughing the dig off easily. “You really should come with me though.” Matty stresses, dark eyes pleading. “I could cover you in fake blood, you could be my next victim.” Matty teased the word right back at you, causing your eyes to roll once more. “I could sneak you upstairs and give you a screaming good time.”
You cursed the way your stomach rolled with heat at the innuendos that spilled easily from his mouth, amazed that he could think so quickly on his feet. “Tempting.”
And it was. It always was. 
You weren’t quite sure if you were debating on going to the party with the promise of Matty taking you upstairs and having his way with you or with the need to cling to his arm so no other woman would think they stood a chance. 
But as always, you found yourself shaking your head no, Matty sighed out of disappointment - truly thinking he had you this time.
“I hope you have fun at your party though.” You smile softly, to which Matty claims that it won’t be as fun without you, making your smile widen and giving you the confidence to say, “Don’t go out searching for victims tonight.”
The comment was sly enough to be read as a joke about the character he was dressed up as, it didn’t have to mean anything deeper. But the way that Matty’s eyes gleamed up at you as he smiled told you that he understood exactly what you meant.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
In November, you gave Matty another 9, the fifth digit twinning with the one before - halfway to having your full phone number that he so desperately craved. 
“822-99” Matty spoke the digits he knew, not even needing to look at the faded receipt that he had been keeping track of them on, knowing the numbers off the top of his head by heart. “I’m halfway home, darling. Soon enough, I’ll be able to guess the rest of the way.”
By the time December rolled around, you were absolutely, completely, utterly fed up with your boss. 
You were so angry that you felt as though your head was on the brink of exploding, biting your tongue as hard as ever as you turned to walk away from your boss, Tony, before you said something to him that would cost you your job. 
A family of four with a rather large bill had slipped out the front door while you were in the kitchen grabbing food for another table, leaving the bill unpaid and the responsibility for it on your shoulders - according to Tony. 
“That’s not fair!” You argued with your boss, willing tears to not swell in your eyes as the anger boiled inside of you, you always hated that you cried when you got angry. You refused to let your boss see them fall. “It’s not like I told them to get up and leave! Why should I be punished for it?”
Tony shrugged. “You should have been paying better attention, I don’t know what to tell you. Someone has to pay for it, you were their waitress so I think it should be you.”
The interaction played on a loop in your mind, fueling the fire inside of you as you walked across the black and white checkered floor of the diner, jaw clenched and eyes brimmed with hot, angry tears - not even thinking about what you were doing when you tossed yourself down in a familiar, occupied red leather booth with a huff and your arms crossed over your chest. 
Matty stared at you with dark eyes that were slightly more wide than normal, startled to see you sitting across from him for once. The faintest rise of a smirk spreading across his lips as he leaned back against the leather of the booth, crossing his arms over his chest, mirroring you - giving you a shameless once over before speaking. “You look like you need a cigarette.”
You sighed, uncrossing your arms from your chest in favor of leaning your elbows on the table and resting your face in your hands. Matty could see how tense your shoulders were from across the booth, the smirk on his face dropping and replaced with a look of concern, uncrossing his own arms from his chest and leaning forward to reach across the table - hesitating before brushing his fingers across one of your elbows. 
“Hey, you okay?” You huffed, spreading your fingers over your eyes so you could look at the boy across from you, the concern on his face growing now that he could see your red brimmed eyes - still fighting for your life to not let any of them fall. Matty narrowed his eyes. “What happened? Who’s ass do I have to kick?”
You couldn’t stop the soft laugh that tumbled from your lips, grateful for the way he seemed to ease the tension in your shoulders so effortlessly. “I’m serious!” Matty spoke through a soft laugh of his own, tilting his head to the side when it died down and looking at you more seriously now. “What's wrong?”
“Just-“ You cut yourself off with a deep sigh pulled from your toes, huffing the air out of your nose and shaking your head softly. “Fucking Tony, it’s always fucking Tony. I can't take it anymore.”
“That’s your boss, yeah?” Matty’s face drew up in disgust when you nodded in confirmation. “Of course his name is Tony, stupid name.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the way Matty already hated the man despite not even knowing what happened, already taking your side in the situation. “What did he do?”
You rehashed the entire situation sitting in the booth across from Matty, feeling more relieved now that you were able to talk about it instead of keeping it bottled in. And the way Matty threw in little jabs and jokes at your boss’s expense had you laughing so much that you almost forgot you were even mad in the first place. 
“Matty, shut up, he’s gonna hear you.” You scolded through shaking shoulders, covering your mouth to try and conceal the laughter that was pouring out of you at the curly haired boy's roast session he was having with your boss. 
“I hope he fucking does, he’s a dick.�� Matty scoffed, glancing around the diner and glaring at Tony who was standing in the corner taking an order over the phone, unaware of the fire Matty was shooting at him with his dark eyes. “That’s not fair to make you pay for their meal just because they walked out, he should have to pay for it. It’s his fucking diner.”
“Yeah, you’d think.” You sighed, shoulders dropped as you leaned your chin against the palm of your hand, not even thinking about what you were doing as you reached out to take a french fry off of Matty’s forgotten plate - popping it in your mouth and only realizing what you had done when Matty stared at you with a soft smile. You blushed to your roots out of embarrassment, the fry felt like sand going down your throat as you swallowed it. “Sorry.”
Matty was quick to shake his head. “No, no, don’t apologize.” Reaching down to grab a french fry off of his own plate and holding it out to you, raising an eyebrow at you before pushing his plate slightly closer to you, signaling for you to take another. The flush on your face grew deeper, a sight that had the smile on Matty’s face growing wider. You rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing another french fry off of his plate, cheersing your fry against his own with a smile you could no longer fight before bringing it up to your mouth in sync.
The two of you stared at one another until you couldn’t take it anymore, rolling your eyes softly with a shake of your head, cheeks red as ever as grew a sudden interest in the table in front of you, only looking back up at him when he cleared his throat, bringing the conversation back to where it began. “I would be happy to spare a cigarette if you need.” Matty offered, taking another fry off of his plate. “I have a pack in my back pocket.”
You sighed, almost feeling ashamed to admit. “I don’t smoke.” The faint rumble in your stomach had you feeling bold enough to take another fry from his plate, trying to hide away a smile when Matty tried to subtly scoot the plate closer to you once more. “Sadly.”
“Well, maybe you should pick up the habit.” Matty teased, glancing over at Tony once more with a scowl. “Cigarettes always make me feel more at ease.”
You snorted. “That’s a terrible habit to have.” Matty rolled his dark eyes dramatically, smiling softly at you. “Why can’t you just be normal and eat ice cream to cheer yourself up?”
You were only teasing, but Matty was quick to take the bait. “Okay, let me buy you a milkshake then.”
You tried to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, blaming it on the fact that the few fries you’ve eaten off of Matty’s plate were all that was in your stomach right now and not the fact that the gesture had you fighting off yet another blush.
You tried to deflect, shaking your head softly. “You don’t have to do that.” Folding your arms down on the table and shrugging. “I get them for free.”
Matty rolled his dark eyes. “Well, let me buy it for you anyway.”
He was already waving down Ruth before you had the chance to decline, swallowing thickly when he caught her attention. You could see the confusion on her face at the sight of Matty waving her down and not you from across the restaurant, the furrow of her brows deepening when she noticed you were sitting across from him. 
“What kind do you want?” The sound of Matty’s voice pulled your attention away from Ruth, locking eyes with the boy across from you who was holding his hand up to stop you from telling him. “Wait, I know.”
You tilted your head at him, flushing when he shot you a quick wink before turning his attention to Ruth who was now standing next to the booth you both were sitting in, you could feel her eyes burning into the side of your face yet ignored it like the plague. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware that I needed to be checking in on you.” You crossed your arms back over your chest at the way Ruth targeted her words at you. “I thought you belonged to another waitress.”
And oh, did you like the sound of that - Matty belonging to you.
“She’s taking her fifteen.” Matty answered for you with a sickly sweet smile, you fought off one of your own as you finally decided to glance up at your friend who was already staring down at you. 
When the two of you made eye contact, her eyes widened ever since slightly to convey ‘What the hell is going on?’ to which you replied with a small shrug to silently respond, ‘I have no idea.’
Ruth shook her head softly, putting a bright smile on and finally looking at Matty, you found your eyes doing the same. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, I just need to add another milkshake to my order, if that’s alright?” Your heart hammered in your chest as Matty ordered for you, you could already hear the interrogation you’d be having with Ruth in the back corner of the kitchen as soon as you stood up from this booth. 
“Yeah, of course.” Ruth smiled, pulling out her notepad and pen to write down the addition, her foot kicking against your own softly. “What kind?”
You narrowed your eyes at the curly haired boy who’s dark eyes scanned your face with a faint smirk before responding. “Strawberry.” 
You blamed the flutters in your stomach on being hungry once more as Matty nailed the milkshake flavor all on his own. Ruth nodded her head, turning on her heels to put the order in as you narrowed your eyes further at Matty. “How did you know that?”
Matty leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, bringing two fingers up to his temples and narrowing his eyes right back at you. You kicked him softly under the table, causing laughter to pour out of him. You quite liked the sound of that. “A magician never tells his secrets, darling.” 
You rolled your eyes, taking another french fry off of his plate and biting it with vengeance. “You think you know me so well.”
Matty nodded his head once, leaning back against the booth and throwing an arm across the top of it, fixing you with a smirk. “Well, considering I’ve seen you every single Wednesday for about six months now, I think it’s safe to say that I do.”
Six months? Had he really been coming around for that long?
Before you could challenge him, Ruth was sliding the strawberry milkshake in front of you, an action that made you blush considering Matty hadn’t explicitly ordered it for you - oh you were so in for it as soon as Ruth got you alone. Matty thanked her and soon the two of you were alone again, you sheepishly pulled the milkshake closer to yourself so you could take a sip from the bright red straw, trying to ignore Matty’s heated gaze on your lips wrapped around the plastic as you sucked the milkshake through it. 
You hummed in delight, licking the excess ice cream off of your lips before shooting Matty a smile, the boy across from you shifted in his seat with a smile that was tighter than your own. You chose to break the tension. “Really, how did you know I’d want a strawberry shake?”
Matty shrugged, taking a sip from his own chocolate milkshake to try and avoid the question, but a tap of your foot against his own under the table had him realizing you weren’t going to let it go until you had an answer. Matty sighed, holding out his finger towards you. “Okay, but you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”
You nodded in agreement, taking another sip of your milkshake and kicking your feet under the table at the excitement of seeing even a glimpse into Matty’s mind.
“I figured you’d want a strawberry milkshake because I've seen you use a strawberry flavored chapstick a few times before.” Matty admitted with pink tinted cheeks, the ice cream going down your throat suddenly giving you a brain freeze at his admission. “It was a lucky guess, thought I’d take a shot at strawberry being a flavor you enjoyed in other things as well.”
You could no longer blame the fluttering in your stomach on your hunger, really it was a piss poor excuse to begin with. You knew that wasn’t the cause of it then and you for sure knew it wasn’t the cause of it now, the butterflies swarming in your stomach spread through your veins and made you feel as though you were about to take off in flight. The fact that Matty had paid attention to, remembered a detail so small had you feeling like throwing all caution to the wind and jumping across the table and finally kissing him like you had so desperately been wanting to since the first night he strolled in here. 
But you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. You refused to fall for Matty, you knew he was just in this to prove that he could break you down. He probably wasn’t used to being rejected, so now he was determined to flirt his way into your pants. Well, it wasn’t going to work. You would allow yourself to enjoy his flirtatious jokes every Wednesday for as long as he showed up, but you would never allow yourself to catch feelings for the curly haired boy. Nope. 
“God, I’m sorry, I sound like such a creep.” Matty cringed. “Did I weird you out? I’m so sorry.”
“No.” You were quick to disagree, realizing that the silence you had met him with had definitely made him start to panic, not realizing that you were having a panic of your own inside your own head. “No, it’s not creepy.” You assured, trying to search for the right word that wouldn’t cause a butterfly from your stomach to just fly out of your mouth as you spoke it. “It’s sweet.”
The faint pink tint on Matty’s cheek darkened to a rose color as he rolled his eyes playfully, taking another sip from his chocolate milkshake. You leaned forward to take a sip of your own strawberry one to stop the smile from spreading over your face. You glanced at the clock on the wall across the diner as you sipped on your milkshake, your eyes widening at the time.
“Oh god, I need to get back to work before Tony actually fires me.” You took one last quick rushed gulp of your milkshake, wincing from the brain freeze that it caused, the sound of Matty’s laughter warmed your veins back up. “Thank you for this, really.” You smiled at him softly. “All of it. For listening to me rant, for easing my mind.” You tilted down at the milkshake before you. “For buying me this. I just-“ You paused to take a deep breath, swallowing down the butterflies that threatened to fly out of your mouth as you stared into Matty’s dark eyes. “Thanks.”
You slid out of the booth before you could be entranced by his dark orbs any longer, smoothing your hands over the skirt of your uniform as you did, not noticing how clammy your hands were until right now. “Of course, I’m happy to do it.”
You swallowed thickly, trying to stop your knees from wobbling when Matty stared up at you from his place at the booth, a sight you’ve seen more times than you could count - so why did this time feel so different? You smiled, trying your best to deflect and bring the conversation back to where it was comfortable - mindlessly, meaningless flirting. “Same time next week, yeah?”
A familiar teasing smirk fell across Matty’s lips, the familiar sight had you feeling more at ease as the two of you slipped back into your normal roles with one another. “Already planning our second date, darling?”
You snorted. “We’d actually have to have the first one for me to do that, Healy.”
You knew you had walked right into the trap as soon as you said it, but it was too late now. You were already rolling your eyes before Matty could even say, “Okay, then let’s plan our first one.” Matty’s smile was smug, like he had just won some award. “You busy Friday night?”
“I am.” You nodded tightly, smiling to match, heart pounding against your rib cage. “But you knew that.”
Matty tsked, snapping his fingers in disappointment before holding a hand over his heart dramatically. “A guy can only take so much rejection.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. “We could always count this as our first date.” Matty pointed out, making your heart pound impossibly faster. “In fact, I think I will.”
You snorted, shaking your head, trying your best to not show how his words were affecting you. “Nothing about this was a date.”
Matty shrugged. “We laughed, we shared my food, I bought you a milkshake.” You watched the curly haired boy count them on his long fingers. You cursed the pink tint that creeped up your neck as he spoke. “We even played footsie under the table.” Your mouth dropped at his claim, a bright smile spreading over his face at the sight. “Sounds like a date to me, darling.” 
“We did not play footsie.” You scoffed, shaking your head in astonishment. “I kicked you, there’s a difference.”
Matty shrugged once more. “It’s all the same in the dark.”
You blushed, turning your face to the side to try and hide it and immediately locking eyes with Ruth who was watching the two of you like a hawk. You felt your stomach drop at the sight, knowing that it was time to face the music and go talk to your friend about what the fuck had just a happened - you weren’t even sure if you knew yourself. 
You smiled sweetly. “Goodbye, Matty.”
Matty’s bright smile never faltered, his dark eyes giving you one last once over before nodding his head once. “Bye, darling.”
You could feel the heat from his stare as you walked away all the way through until you were hidden behind the door of the kitchen, immediately pulled into a corner so you could spill everything to Ruth. 
You found yourself rather busy after that, running around to try and make up for lost time, thankful that Ruth had taken over for you willingly when your fifteen minute break had ended up lasting around twenty five.
When you finally found the time to make it back over to Matty’s designated booth, you were sad to see that he was already gone. You sighed as you made your way over to collect the cash that you already knew was waiting for you, frozen in place when you saw more cash than normal sitting on top of the table. You felt your eyebrows furrow as you reached down to collect it, sliding the bills between your manicured nails as you counted it up. 
Matty left his usual twenty dollar tip and then an extra forty alongside it. You could feel the confusion etched on your face as you collected his receipt off the top of the table to see if he had left a note to explain why he had left sixty dollars behind. 
Your heart felt as though it was about to burst from your rib cage as you read his sloppy yet readable handwriting along the bottom of his receipt. 
i’m sorry that table ditched on you, hope this covers their bill for you. it was a wonderful first date ;) x
p.s. fuck tony - matty 
You stared in astonishment at the words etched in front of you, clutching the cash in between your fingers tightly, the gesture overwhelming you and making the butterflies in your stomach come crashing back in full force. 
Earlier you had vowed to never fall for the curly haired boy, but now standing here and holding proof that he cared about you, you feared that you already had. 
“I believe you owe me something.” Matty was leaned back against the booth, tattooed arm thrown over the back of the red leather booth, staring up at you with gleaming eyes and a smile to match. 
“Yeah?” Shifting your weight between your feet and tilting your head to the side, trying to think of the possibility of what he was about to say. Knowing him, it could be anything. “And what would that be?”
Matty raised a brow. “You owe me my number for the month.” Reminding you that you had indeed forgotten to give him his promised digit, you couldn’t imagine how you could have forgotten, normally just as excited to give Matty the digit as he was to receive it - though you were better at hiding it than he was. Matty was quick to remind you how. “I think it must have just slipped your mind, think you were too busy giving me bedroom eyes across the table, happens to the best of us.”
Matty slipped the original receipt that started this whole exchange across the table to you, all the ink faded and discolored from the paper except for the five digits etched in your handwriting. You huff through a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “You are insufferable.” 
Yet you leaned down to write a shiny, new number next to the more dull ones, livening up the paper and causing Matty to stare at it as if it was brand new. Matty’s dark eyes focused on the three written on the receipt, mumbling to himself. “822-993. Only four more to go and then you’re all mine.”
And oh, did you like the sound of that, being all Matty’s. 
Your stomach fluttered amongst other parts of you at the idea. 
You snort to deflect from the pink tint rising on your cheeks, looking down at his plate still covered in food. “You need a to-go box?”
“Depends.” Matty leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, dark eyes easily running along the expanse of your body with a smirk on his face. “Will you fit inside it?” Dark chocolate eyes falling in a wink. “You’re the only thing I want to take hot to go.”
The line was cheesy, but it worked. You hated that it had your stomach leaping and skin crawling, the idea of Matty taking you home and eating you for dinner, it drove you insane. 
Normally you’d turn on your heels, bidding him goodbye with a playful look in your eye, it was comfortable, normal - it was what he was expecting you to do. But you felt like rattling him for once, catch him off guard. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to make it known that your resolve was weakening - not sure if you could wait out the last four digits, the tension already proving to be too much.
“Sorry.” You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout that his eyes immediately fell to without hesitation, bringing the tip of your tongue out the lick along the expanse of it now that his attention was already on it. “I don’t put out until the second date.”
The smirk on Matty’s face deepend, his gaze lingering on your lips for a beat more before sliding back up to lock eyes with your own. “Well, lucky for me we already had our first.”
 “What are you-” You cut yourself off to huff out a deep sigh. “That was not a date.”
Matty shrugs easily. “Whatever you say, darling.” You roll your eyes just as easy. “Come on, what’s it take to bring you home?”
You were feeling bold, blame it on the fact that he had actually taken his leather jacket off for once, black and colored ink scattered along his arms and on full display for your viewing pleasure. You batted your doe eyes.  “You’ll find out soon enough. Goodbye, Matty.”
Then you were turning on your heels with a wink of your own, leaving Matty alone in the booth with his mouth agape, eventually spreading into a smile that shined from across the diner. 
You were having a particularly long Wednesday, the minutes seemed to drag by like hours, only a few had passed by every time you checked the clock hanging on the wall of the diner. Deep down you knew that your constant attention on the clock was not due to boredom - you were counting down the minutes until the familiar head of curly hair walked through the door. 
Usually you were able to pinpoint the exact moment that Matty would step foot into the diner, never more than a minute or two past six o’ clock. You found yourself biting your lip raw as you poured a cup of coffee for an elderly man, glancing up at the clock and huffing when it displayed the time of 6:12. You turned your head over your shoulder to glance in the direction of the vacant booth that Matty should be sitting in by now, by this time he’d already be a few flirtatious comments deep with you, but it still remained empty - almost mocking you as you walked right past it to deliver the cup of coffee to the elderly man with a smile that you knew did not reach your eyes. 
You knew it was silly to be this upset over Matty being late, hell, he might not even be coming at all. But you had no reason to be. There was no law that stated that he had to share every single Wednesday night at 6pm in The City Diner with you - flirting your ear off until he had to leave, only to repeat the same cycle the next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And the week after that. The two of you have been playing this game for seven months now so, actually, yes it almost was a law that Matty should be here by now. 
Did he finally grow tired of your rejections, had he given up on you? I mean, really, it was only a matter of time before he did. Seven months deep and all the curly headed boy had to show for it was six measly digits of your phone number, a little over halfway there. Matty more than likely had grown tired of the chase and found somebody new to play with, someone prettier and easier to break down, someone better than you. 
You felt sick at the thought, at the idea that you may never see the infectious boy ever again, kicking yourself for allowing him to infiltrate your veins in such a way that twelve fucking minutes had you on the verge of pulling your hair out. 
You found yourself back behind the counter before you could even realize how fast your feet were taking you across the checkered tile, grabbing a red frosted glass and slamming it down on the tile with a tight jaw, all but throwing the ice into the cup before holding it under the soda dispenser and glaring up at the clock as the fizzy drink filled the frosted glass up. 6:16 now. You swore you could hear the ticking of the hands on the clock even over the sound of conversations throughout the diner. Each passing second, every single tick had you gripping the cup tighter, only breaking from your daze when you felt the soda dripping onto your hands, so distracted by the hands on the clock that you let the drink overflow. You mumbled a curse, setting the cup to the side and staring down at your hands that you coated in the fizzy liquid. You huffed, wiping your hands on your apron as you searched for a stray, clean washcloth that would do the job better. 
“Hey.” You heard Ruth call out from beside you, leaning her back against the counter and crossing her arms over her chest, tilting her head in a direction you didn’t care to look at. “Who’s the girl?”
You huffed once more, you weren’t in the mood to gossip with your friend right now, not when Matty was late and your hands were growing sticky from the soda. You finally found a stray, clean washcloth to wipe the soda more efficiently from your hands with, only paying attention to Ruth when they no longer felt sticky. 
Ruth stared at you expectantly, her green eyes widening at you ever so slightly to imply that she was waiting for an answer, you sighed - shifting your weight on your feet and shaking your head softly out of annoyance. “What girl?”
You didn’t have time for this. You needed to clean up the mess you had made with the overflowing soda, you still needed to run the fizzy drink to a table who was waiting for it, Nick had just placed a hot plate that you were sure was for the booth in the back corner on the serving window and Matty still wasn’t here. You could not be bothered with whatever girl Ruth was talking about. 
Well, that was until you knew what girl Ruth was talking about. 
“The girl sitting with your boyfriend.” Ruth said with furrowed brows, her green eyes filled with confusion and desperate for answers. “I’ve never seen her around before.”
You found yourself rolling your eyes and shaking your head before you could even process what she had just said. “Matty is not my boyfr-“ You cut yourself off, finally processing what Ruth had just said. Matty was here? And he brought someone with him? A girl? “Wait, what?”
Ruth groaned, reaching out to grab the sides of your face so she could force you to look in the direction of the booth you had been sending death glares at for the past twenty minutes, blinking hard as though to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. 
And sure enough, there Matty was, sitting in a leather jacket that contrasted beautifully with the red leather of the booth he was leaning back against. A sight that normally had you weak in the knees but now had you feeling as though you could burn this entire diner to the ground as you watched his curly head fall back in a loud laugh that filled the nearly vacant diner at something the girl across from him had said. The sound of his laughter normally had you feeling warm inside but as it mixed with the sound of hers your blood ran cold. 
She was - well, she was beautiful. Beautiful and perfect and amazing and you wanted her head on a platter. Her head that was full of dark, voluminous, luscious curls that fell down her back in contrast to the white shirt she was wearing. 
You pushed Ruth’s hands off of your face, staring at the two of them in bewilderment. Who was this girl? And why the fuck would Matty bring her here? 
“You have to go over there.” Ruth broke you from your daydream. 
“Are you insane?” You scoffed, not able to take your eyes off the train wreck in front of you. “You have to serve them, I can’t. I think I might throw up all over their table.”
“You have to go over there.” Ruth stressed, finally breaking your stare from Matty and the mysterious girl to stare at the brunette with pleading eyes. “Mark your territory, assert dominance, take claim of what’s yours.” 
“He doesn’t belong to me.” You argued because it was true. He didn’t. And it was all your fault. You could have had him that very first night you met him, but instead you decided to play the long game and look where it ended up. You lost your chance, he moved on and he was here to rub it in your face. 
Ruth rolled her green eyes at you, fixing you with a pointed look that had you releasing a deep sigh. She brought her manicured nails out to fix your hair, making sure you looked as perfect as could be before pushing your shoulder softly in the direction of the booth. “Go get your man.”
You huffed, rolling your own eyes while mumbling that he was not your man while you turned on your heels and made your way over to the all too familiar booth, dread seeping further and further into your veins with every step you took against the black and white checkered tile. 
Matty noticed you before you had finished making your way over to them, a smile instantly overtaking his face as he unashamedly ran his dark eyes over the expanse of your body, an action that normally had your stomach filling with butterflies but now had it swirling with nausea as you glanced over at the girl across from him just in time to catch her also giving you a quick once over. 
You swallowed the bile that threatened to creep up your throat at the sight, trying to ignore the thought that she had probably already deemed that you weren’t a threat and you couldn’t even blame her. Now that you could see her up close, you felt like a fool for ever even considering that you had a chance with the boy who was smiling up at you as you finally stopped next to their booth, not even forcing a fake smile on your face. You pulled the notepad from your apron and clicked your pen with vengeance, refraining from pulling your hair out at the idea that you hadn’t had to write Matty’s order down in months, but you needed the notepad to write down hers.
“There she is, pretty as ever.” Matty all but beamed, giving you a smile so bright and warm that you felt as though you needed to smack it right off of his face, astounded that he could be so bold to find it in himself to still flirt with you despite the fact that he had a girl sitting across from him. 
You didn’t even crack a smile, jaw ticking as you glared into his dark eyes that had steadily been growing with a mix of confusion and concern, his smile faltering and eyebrows slightly scrunching together at the energy that exuded from you - creating a thick tension in the air between the two of you. 
You counted to ten in your head, trying to calm yourself down before your head actually exploded.
“You’re late.” Mentally kicking yourself as you spoke without thinking, hating that you had just exposed yourself for knowing that he hadn’t shown up right at six o’ clock on the dot. Matty’s smile had upturned again, yet still hesitant considering you were still glaring at him with a look that he was thankful couldn’t kill. “Didn’t think you’d show.”
“Yeah, sorry, you can thank this one for that.” Matty laughed softly, tilting his head in the direction of the beautiful girl sitting across from him. And though you begged your eyes not to, they slid over to look at her anyway, stomach rolling with another wave of nausea as she smiled warmly at you and even gave you a soft wave. “We told her to start getting ready two hours before we had to leave and yet she didn’t listen.” Matty teased, the girl rolled her eyes and flipped him off with a smile. You were so wrapped up in watching them that you hadn’t even picked up on the fact that Matty had said we, lightheaded as you watched their interaction. “Imagine that.”
“Oh, fuck off.” The girl scoffed through a soft laugh, rolling her eyes at Matty before looking back at you with another warm smile, her brown eyes searching your face before holding out her left hand in an offer for you to take. “I’m Charli, since Matty forgot to introduce me.”
You could hear Matty scramble as you stared down at her hand, not moving a muscle. “Oh shit, sorry. It slipped my mind. This is Charli.”
You stared at her outstretched hand for a few beats of your pounding heart, eyes glued to the diamond on her finger, feeling as though your legs had been kicked out from under you. Matty was engaged? Your throat was closing in on itself, all the blood rushing to your heart to fuel the racing pace that pounded against your ribcage, tunnel vision on the diamond that sparkled under the fluorescent light of the diner.
You could feel the tension growing thicker as her hand grew tired from hanging there. You felt awful for being so blatantly rude, it wasn’t her fault, but the thought of touching her skin had the feeling of bile rising in your throat once more. 
You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat before looking back down at your notepad, resting your pen against the paper to distract yourself from watching Charli awkwardly put her hand back down. You could feel Matty’s puzzled gaze burning a hole into the side of your head, but you ignored it in favor of asking in a tight, monotone voice. “What do you want?”
You were so hyper focused on keeping your attention on the blank page before you that you jumped ever so slightly when you felt a hand graze against your shoulder, acting as warning before a man with a blonde, shaved head slipped past you and slid into the booth next to Charli - placing a kiss to the side of her head and throwing an arm over her on the back of the booth. “Sorry, I couldn’t fucking find the bathroom.” 
Oh.
You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, such a simple interaction that answered so many questions that had been whirling around in your mind and eased the simmering rage bubbling inside of you - replaced with embarrassment and shame for the way you had acted, you didn’t dare to look at Matty even though you could feel the burn from his stare singeing your skin. 
“So this is her, then?” Deep voice speaking across the booth to Matty, you could see his curls nodding in confirmation in your peripheral vision. Soon the man with the shaved head was turning his attention toward you, brown eyes scanning your face almost as if he was assessing you - deeming if you were worthy of his friend or not. You held your breath, white hot shame burning under your skin as you relived how you had just acted mere moments before he interrupted, feeling as though you could finally breathe when a soft smile spread over his pale face and he gave a tight nod of approval. “Hi, I’m George.” You gave him a soft smile back, the best one you could muster up while actively trying to fight against the bile climbing your throat at the thick tension between you and the man you refused to look at. 
“It’s so nice to finally meet the girl that I have heard so much about.” You could feel your cheeks heat and you weren't sure if it was from the confirmation that Matty had talked about you or out of embarrassment from before. “I mean, seriously, so much. He’s not stopped yappin’ about you since he came in for the first time.”
Now you were more sure that the pink tint on your cheeks was due to the former.
“See this?” Matty broke his silence for the first time since introducing Charli. “This is exactly the type of shit I explicitly told you not to say before we came in here.”
George and Charli laugh easily from their side of the booth, making the tension in your shoulders feel more at ease, feeling comfortable enough to laugh along softly - feeling relieved yet still not daring to glance at the boy with curly hair.
“Oh, don’t start you two.” Charli groaned through a laugh, rolling her eyes and turning her attention to you. “I’m sorry about them, they’re a handful.”
Another wave of laughter tumbled from your lips, louder this time and more carefree, at the fact that Charli sounded like she was talking about children of her own and not her fiancé and his best friend. You quickly decided that you liked his friends, especially Charli, making that hot shame burn deeper inside of you for how you had acted towards her. Opening your mouth to apologize before you could stop yourself, the guilt consuming you. 
“I’m sorry.” You swallowed thickly, giving Charli a kind smile that she returned, George looked between the two of you with deeply furrowed brows and confusion plastered on his face. “About before.” 
Charli waved you off, diamond ring flashing beautifully in the light, the sight of it not making you sick with nausea any longer. “Don’t worry about it.” She shook her head softly, giving you a kind, reassuring smile before looking at George and Matty. “I told you guys if you left me alone with Matty that she would assume we were together.” You felt the pink on your cheeks darken as she so casually called you out, glancing back over at you. “Fucking idiots, these two.”
You felt dizzy with all three of their attention now focused on you, swallowing thickly. You could feel Matty slide his foot across the floor, knocking it against your own in hopes that it would draw your eyes over to him, desperate for you to pay attention to him, to notice him. It didn’t, you couldn’t, you were far too embarrassed - only keeping your attention on George and Charli despite the insistent pressure of his foot against your own. 
“Oh, I didn’t-” You started to try and build a defense for yourself, desperate to cover up your blind jealousy, but it died in your throat when Charli fixed you with a knowing look. “Right.” You huffed, gripping the pen between your manicured fingers tighter, white knuckled as Matty’s foot ran up the side of your ankle. You clear your throat, shifting your weight between your feet and crossing the one that Matty had been messing with behind your other, hiding it away from him. “What can I get for you guys?”
You avoided the familiar booth as much as you could for the remainder of their time there, ironic considering normally you would be avoiding all your other tables just so you could linger there with Matty. So now that you were hiding out in the kitchen after dropping their food off to them, you were getting questioning stares and side eyes from your coworkers, Nick being the only one brave enough to speak up. “Is there a specific reason you’re avoiding your boyfriend?”
You groan, bringing your hands up to your face to rub it out of frustration. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Okay.” Nick spoke with caution and though you couldn’t see him, you knew he had his hands raised in defense. “Did something happen?”
“Oh yeah.” Ruth’s voice carried throughout the kitchen, the brunette talking through a stack of empty dishes, shooting the bus boy, Johnny a glare for doing his job for him. 
Nick stood up a little straighter, brows coming together to show that he was more concerned now. “He didn’t cross a line did he? He didn’t hurt you, right?” Not even waiting more than a second of your silence before he was cracking his knuckles. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
Nick was already on the move, making you groan again before calling out for him to stop. “He didn’t do anything.” 
Nick stopped, looking even more confused now. “Well, what happened then? What’s got you this upset?”
You sighed, hoisting yourself up on the squeaky clean counter, swinging your legs and playing with the loose hem hanging from the skirt of your uniform. “I ruined it.”
“Oh, please.” Ruth mocked, coming to lean on the counter you were sitting on. “You did not ruin it.” Turning her head over her shoulder to face Nick. “She did not ruin it, she’s just being dramatic.”
“I showed my ass out there.” You stressed, tossing your head back against the wall with a thud. “How fucking embarrassing.” 
“You got a little jealous, everyone does.” Ruth spoke softer now, handling you with more caution now that she knew how upset you were. “Didn’t he get jealous that time he came in and some dude was flirting with you already? He was fucking fuming in the booth. It’s normal to be stupid and jealous when there’s feelings involved.” Ruth explained. “It showed him that it’s not all one sided and that you like him just as much as he likes you.” Knocking her elbow against your knee and shrugging with a faint smirk. “He probably thought it was hot.”
You snorted, shaking your head softly against the wall. “He probably thinks I’m insane.”
“Maybe.” Ruth shrugs, knocking against your knee again to tease. “Maybe he’s into that.”
You laugh through a breathy nose, pulling on the loose thread of your uniform harder, tugging it out and freeing it from the black fabric that bounded it. “I just feel silly, I don’t know why I reacted that way.”
“It was valid.”
“It wasn’t.” You sighed. “We’re not dating, I see him once a week and flirt with him for an hour, he doesn’t belong to me. He can go out and do whatever he wants.” Your lips turning up into a scowl. “Whoever he wants.” 
“Yeah.” Ruth agrees, knocking your knee for a third time. “But he only wants you.”
You shook your head, causing Ruth to roll her eyes and look over at Nick for some help. “You’re a man, will you please tell her that if he was not obsessed with her that he would have stopped coming in July.”
Nick did the math in his head, counting back the months until he knew that July was only a month in, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve never persuaded just a hookup with a girl I didn’t want to actually be with for longer than a couple of weeks.” Nick spoke truthful and honest, he was never one to sugar coat anything with anyone. “I mean, women are everywhere, if he just wanted pussy he could go out and find it easily.” You and Ruth chuckled softly at his choice of wording. “There is no fucking way he has been coming around for seven months just to get in your pants, it’s deeper than that.”
“See.” Ruth says confidently with a smile and a pointed look. “Now I’m about to tell you for the second time today.” Grabbing your hand and tugging you off of the counter and back onto your feet, fixing your hair of any stray fly aways much like she had before, turning you and giving you a quick slap on the ass that caused laughter to pour out of you. “Go out there and get your man.”
You were walking out of the kitchen before you could talk yourself out of it, holding on to the shred of confidence Nick had given you instead of the doubt and insecurities as your converse clad feet carried you across the black and white checkered floor on a path that you knew all too well.
You stared down at your feet for most of the walk, only looking up when you knew you were about to near the booth, heart dropping at the sight of Matty sitting alone and staring at you like he could eat you alive. 
Your heart felt as though it was going to beat out of your chest at the idea of having to face Matty alone, no one else for you to stare at like you had earlier to avoid eye contact with him, it was just you and him now.
Your tongue felt like sandpaper when you swallowed, a familiar thrum buzzing through your veins at the sight of his dark eyes drinking you in. You weren’t even fully standing next to the booth yet and Matty was already leaned back against the red leather with a smirk on his face that fueled the pounding of your heart. “Hi pretty girl.” 
It made you dizzy, how quickly the two of you fell back into things now that you were alone. Matty spoke the introduction through a smirk as if he was trying to show you how things could have gone if you hadn’t acted the way you did. 
You swallow thickly. “Hi Matty.” Shifting under his gaze. “Where’d your friends go?”
Matty checks you out unashamed, lingering on your exposed thighs. “Made ‘em leave.” Dragging up the expanse of your body to linger on the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed in and out deeply. “After the way you showed out?” Eyes that seemed darker than normal locked with your own in a heated gaze. “Wanted you all to myself.”
You blink, tilting your head to the side. “The way I showed out?” 
“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, love.” Matty cooed. Love. That was new. You quite liked the sound of that. “You practically had steam rolling out of your ears when you first came over here.” He must have noticed the panic in your eyes at the mention of how you had acted, worried about what he may think, he was quick to assure you. “It was fucking hot, you getting all possessive over me.” Crossing his arms over his chest and shooting you a wolfish smile. “Though, I never thought I’d see a day where you got jealous.”
You scoff, feeling the need to defend yourself even though you knew he could see right through you, crossing your own arms over your chest and speaking firmly. “I wasn’t jealous.”
“Oh, please.” Matty drew out dramatically, rolling his eyes with a scoff. “You wanted to jump my bones right here in this booth just to show everyone in here who I belong to.”
You shifted on your feet, hating that Matty knew you so fucking well. You could admit it, tell him that you wanted nothing more than to crawl on his lap and allow him to finally have his way with you just so you could stake your claim over the boy you had fallen head over heels for. You could deny it, roll your eyes and call him crazy for ever even thinking that you would be jealous. Instead, you decided to ignore the jealousy element all together and focus on the big elephant in the room. “You don’t belong to me.”
A beat passes, full of nothing but locked eyes in a heated gaze and held breaths, waiting to see if the line you both had been tiptoeing around for seven months was finally about to be crossed or not. 
Matty blinks, staring directly into your eyes as he leaps over the line. “I could.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, heart pounding and ears ringing. You could feel something shift in the air through the thick tension between the two of you, you knew that Matty could feel it too, shifting from his place in the booth to scoot closer to where you were standing. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I-” You clear your throat in hopes that it would contain the ringing in your ears, the way that he was looking at you had heat swirling in your stomach and simmering through your veins, spreading throughout your whole body and making you feel woozy. “I should probably go check on my other tables.”
You swallow, ready to turn on your heels so you could put some space between the two of you, needing it so the air would actually reach your lungs - the tension between you blocked it from doing so. You made it one step before a warm hand was grabbing your wrist, not tight enough to hurt you but hard enough to stop you from leaving. The warmth from his hand only fueled the fire underneath your skin further, your tongue impossibly dry as you swallowed thickly, turning your body back around to face him, his hand lingered on your wrist despite the fact it had no reason to be there any longer.
“Wait.” His voice was more breathy than normal, you quite liked the sound of it, desperate to find a reason for you to stay. “You owe me a number.” 
You had completely forgotten that you still owed him a new digit of your phone number for this month, almost forgetting about the fact again when Matty’s thumb started to rub faint circles against your wrist, the feeling of it already had you feeling lightheaded. 
With the way he was looking up at you, dark eyes full of desperation and need, hand wrapped around your wrist and rubbing a thumb along the inside of it - you couldn’t help but tease him. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Matty’s eyes grew impossibly darker, hand tightening its hold on your wrist, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. You were sure he could feel your pounding pulse in your wrist, thankful he couldn’t feel the one in between your legs. He leaned in closer, voice low and gravely. “Remember what I said about making you eat those words, darling. You’re real bold now, I’d love to see how that holds up when I get you alone.”
The memory of the promise Matty had made to you months ago when you first started giving him a number for each and every month came rushing back to you, fueling the ache in your core as Matty's thumb traced a heart so faintly on your wrist that you thought you were imagining it.
You raised an eyebrow at him in response, not trusting your voice to actually speak anything. Matty narrowed his eyes before allowing a sly grin to spread over his pale face. “I’ll earn it, then.” You felt your eyebrows come together ever so slightly in confusion, not understanding what he meant by that, but he was quick to fill you in. “I’ll stay and help you close up and clean tonight.” Dark eyes flicked down to your mouth so quickly you almost missed it. “I’ll get on my hands and knees.”
You cursed your past self for ever informing him that you closed up the diner all by yourself any night that you worked. You were shaking your head before you even had time to clear your throat and find your voice, you knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that as soon as he got you alone, without the distraction of customers or tasks that you would lean on when things got a little too tense that there was no way in hell that you would be able to turn him down. It’s why you have avoided being alone with him for all these months, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.
You tried to speak, but it came out as nothing more than a squeak, clearing your throat to try again. “No, that’s okay. That’s not necessary.” Shaking your head with wide, panicked eyes. “I’ll just give it to you now.”
Matty smirked as he watched you scramble, knowing that he had you in the palm of his hand, literally - running his middle and ring finger in circles along the inside of your wrist. Almost as if he was imitating what he would do between your legs. You felt faint at the thought, so ready to just throw caution to the wind and take him right here in the booth in front of everyone.
It was a position he had put you in more times than you could count, nearly giving in to him, only to be left disappointed when you walked away from him. Matty wasn’t going to let that happen, not this time. He could feel that this was the big moment he had so desperately been waiting for for months now and he intended on capitalizing on it, desperate to get his way this time or he might implode. 
“No, really.” Matty trails off in favor of slowing the circle his two fingers were swirling around your wrist, rubbing them up and down in a straight line before pushing down on your pulse point with them. “I insist.”
The action took your breath away, hitching in your throat with a faint gasp that was like music to Matty’s ears, a wolfish grin taking over his face at the sound. You were sure he was imitating what he would do between your legs now, you throbbed at the thought, desperate to feel his hands that you had been so obsessed with for so long running all over your body, trailing down between your legs, collecting the arousal that you know had already started to pool there before sliding in - 
“You should probably go check on those tables now.” Matty winked, releasing his hold on your wrist all together. “Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”
You nodded slowly, feet glued to their spot on the floor, scared that if you moved that you would melt away from the fire that burned beneath your skin. “Okay.”
And then you were turning on your heels, walking away from the booth on wobbly legs, desperate to catch some air down to your lungs. 
You were so fucking screwed. 
Matty lingered in his booth for the remainder of the night, busying himself with his phone or chatting up elderly women that approached him. You tried not to focus on him and instead gave all your attention to the people that passed through the diner in the remaining hours it was open, ignoring the looks from Ruth you got anytime you passed by her, you didn’t feel like explaining to her or anyone why Matty hadn’t left yet. You weren’t even quite sure if you had an answer. 
You felt more and more nervous as the time on the clock inched closer and closer to closing time, swallowing a lump in your throat when Tony tossed you the keys. “You can lock up when he leaves.”
You nodded, glancing at Matty who was drinking a chocolate milkshake you had passed him half an hour ago, drinking it ever so slowly to try and milk an excuse to stay as everyone else filtered out. 
And then the two of you were alone. 
You were quick to get to work, knowing that if you stopped moving for even half a second that Matty would be on you and you wouldn’t be able to resist. 
You were wiping down tables, back turned to the man that you could hear drying off coffee cups and stacking them neatly on the counter up front. It was nice, not being alone here so late for once, to have help. You were surprised that Matty was actually being helpful, convinced that he had just used it as a line to get you alone and while you were still positive that that was exactly what he had done, at least he was being helpful. 
You finished wiping down the table you were working on, turning your head to glance at Matty over your shoulder. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Matty’s dark eyes immediately found home against your own from across the restaurant, both of you fighting off a smile as you turned away. 
You shook your head softly as you made your way to the booth that Matty had claimed as his own all those months ago, a pink tint on your cheeks as you sprayed over the surface, bending over the table slightly so you could wipe it down - avoiding the chocolate milkshake that Matty had left behind, the glass starting to collect condensation in a ring against the table. You huffed, picking the cup up and wiping away the mess underneath it. 
You held the forgotten milkshake between manicured fingers, standing up, ready to chastise the man for not cleaning up after himself. Turning around with a complaint on your tongue but it died on the tip of it as you were immediately met with the sight of Matty standing in front of you, so close that the tips of his shoes were brushing against your own. You gripped the glass between your fingers tighter to stop yourself from dropping the milkshake to the floor from the way his sudden presence startled you. “Sorry.”
You gulp, staring up at him. When did he get so tall? You were so used to looking down at him sitting in the booth that the height difference had you craning your neck so you could face him, a wave of heat whirling through you at the smell of the cigarette break he had taken earlier still lingering on his clothes. You whisper because that’s how loud you needed to be for him to hear you. “It’s okay.”
Matty grabbed the milkshake from your hand, fingers brushing against your own and lingering for a passing beat before they were gone so he could place the milkshake down on the table behind him. You wanted to complain about how you had just cleaned that table off, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when he was staring down at you like he could eat you alive. 
Matty glances over your shoulder, dark eyes glimmering with warning signs as his lips raised in the faintest of smirks. “You missed a spot.”
You gulp, positive that you hadn’t. But there was this underlying need burning inside of you to be good for him, to please. You swallowed thick and hard, staring up at him for a beat before turning around and slowly bending back over the table to wipe it down again, well aware of his burning gaze that fell to the newly exposed skin as your skirt raised from the position you were in. You wiped the surface of the table slowly, allowing him to savor the sight of you bent over in front of him before standing back up and turning around to face him again.
Matty’s eyes were blown out, dark as ever, swimming in desire - a similar feeling thrumming through your veins at the sight. You could feel your resolve getting weaker and weaker with each passing second, crumbling like the ground beneath you as Matty's dark eyes pinned you to the floor. You knew this would happen, impossible to resist him if you had no distractions or excuses to leave. But you still liked to believe that you had some sort of control over the situation, knowing the only way you could keep that control was if you put some distance between the two of you. 
You cleared your throat, stepping off to the side and avoiding eye contact. The action made Matty snort. “I thought we were done pretending.”
Your voice was meek, wavering and breathy as you took another faint step backwards. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“When are you going to give it up?” Matty took a step closer to you, you took another back, could feel the red leather of the edge of the booth grazing against your back. You brought your eyebrows together, crossing your arms over your chest as Matty narrows his dark eyes filled with desire. “This act you’ve got going on where you pretend you don’t want me just as bad as I want you.” Taking another step forward that had you backing up to be flush against the edge of the booth. “I see right through you, I know you fucking want me.” Reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve got nowhere to run and hide now, darling. Just admit it.”
You use what little leverage you have with his arm up to slide underneath it, slipping into the booth and backing up into it, legs drawn up to your chest as you leaned back on both hands against the leather of the booth - sitting in it sideways so you could face the man who was staring down at you like he had you exactly where he wanted you. 
Matty took a step forward, his knees hitting the side of the booth you were sitting in, you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing down the expanse of his body like he always did so unashamed with your own. Your tongue growing drier the further down his torso you got, gulping when your eyes landed on the bulge against the denim, eye level. If you were to scoot closer you could easily undo the button of his jeans and take him out so you could wrap your lips around - 
Matty placed one of his veiny hands against the top of the table, ready to steady himself as he raised a knee to the booth, ready to crawl into it with you. You gulped at the sight, scooting back ever so slightly as his other hand reached out to take hold of one of your calves, gently squeezing it before pulling it forward so that it was no longer bent up to your chest.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him maneuver you to be exactly how he wanted you, making it so easy for him,  showing no resistance at all. Matty repeated the action with the other leg, spreading your legs out until they were no longer bent and instead straight against the booth, feet hanging off the side of it and in between his legs as you stared up at him with a pounding heart and throbbing core. 
Matty placed his knee more firmly in the booth, now that he had the room to, the denim of his jeans scratched against your ankle as he leaned forward. 
“Matty.��� You warned, voice breathless and desperate. Not even bothering to scoot back, you knew you had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. 
“What, darling?” Matty’s voice was deep, gravely, spoken through a wolfish grin as he crawled into the booth with you. “I won’t bite.”
You gulped, watching him intently as he crawled over you in the cramped space of the booth, the only option to put space between the two of you was to lay back against the booth. You lowered yourself against the red leather and Matty followed, taking his hand off the table in favor of placing it down next to your head, settling above you comfortably and  staring down at you with eyes that you could deem as nothing but black as your breath mixed together in hot, breathy pants. 
Matty’s eyes flickered down to your lips, his tongue reaching out to wet his own. “Tell me you don’t want me.” His voice so deep it was barely there. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
You gulp, shifting against the booth and brushing your thigh against the bulge in his denim, Matty pulled his bottom lip between his teeth at the feeling. Matty stared down at you, allowing nothing but the sound of your breath mixing to bounce against the walls of the diner, giving you time to tell him no. When you didn’t take the bait, Matty smirked, leaning down close enough that a curl that had fallen over was brushing against your forehead. You squirmed against the booth as the silence rang in your ears, driving you insane, wishing that he would say something because you were positive that you couldn’t. 
“Tell me you want me.” Matty begged, bringing his hips down to roll against your own so faint that it did nothing to pleasure either of you, but the action still had you gasping regardless - clenching around nothing and arousal pooling in your underwear. “Right here in this booth and you can have me, darling.” Your core clenches at the nickname. “Or I can leave and we can act like this never happened.”  
You're breathless, still trying to find your voice as Matty’s eyes search your face, lingering on your lips so long that it had you squirming against the red leather of the booth again. Matty takes your silence as rejection, starting to move up, the cold air hitting your face from the lack of his own felt like a cold bucket of water crashing into you, waking you up and making you realize that Matty was about to leave and that simply would not do. 
You grab his face between your palms, pulling him back down over you, where he belongs, crashing your lips against his own in a frantic kiss that already had you feeling hazy minded. It took Matty all of two seconds to register what was happening, quick to match the heat behind your lips and taking control of the kiss, as he did with everything.
You moan into his mouth, Matty took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, exploring you and nipping your own between his teeth before sucking your bottom lip back until he released it with a pop - only to dive right back in to kiss you with all the passion and desperation that had been building up for months and months. 
You threaded your manicured nails through his dark curls, scratching against his scalp softly as you tried your best to keep up with the bruising kiss, swallowing a groan that Matty spilled into your mouth. And oh, did you love the sound of that. 
Desperate to hear more from him, you raised your hips hoping that he would grind down on you again, Matty bites your bottom lip particularly hard at the feeling, licking over it to soothe the ache that shot down to your core.
You force Matty to swallow a whine, digging your nails through his curls and tugging on them, earning you another deep groan falling from Matty's mouth and flowing into yours. The sound had you kissing him with more fever, desperate and whining into his mouth, licking along his bottom lip before whispering against his lips. “Want you.”
Matty smiles into the kiss, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and pulling back until it releases with a pop, this time he didn’t dive back in - instead choosing to stare down at you as he caught his breath. 
Your pants mixed together as you stared at one another, desperation dripping in the thick tension of the booth. Your fingers lingered in his curls, giving them a faint tug as you pulled your own bottom lip between your teeth, already raw and swollen from the searing kiss Matty had fixed you with. Matty’s eyes flickered down at the sight, licking his own as he stared before locking his eyes back with your own, a smug smirk starting to creep onto his face.
“Yeah? You want me, baby?” Matty’s voice so deep, full of need and desire. The new pet name had you tugging on his curls once more with a whine, nodding your head against the red leather of the booth, desperate for him to touch you. Matty’s smirk deepened at your reaction to the new nickname, leaning down to kiss you again, mumbling against your lips. “Want me to what?”
You whine, pitiful and desperate, digging your nails against his scalp and earning you a nip at your lip. Matty numbed your mind as he kissed you slow, full of tongue and shared groans.
“Tell me, baby.” You swallow his words that reverberated against your lips, Matty pulled away with a teasing, dangerous look in his eyes. “You want me to leave?”
You whine at the thought, tugging on his hair when he made a show of starting to sit up again, forcing him back down into a searing kiss. “I want to hear you say it.” Matty groans, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth. “Tell me how you want me.”
You couldn’t find the words, whining and squirming in hopes that that would be enough, only finding your voice when Matty pulled away from the kiss again. “Please.”
You hoped the plea would be enough to get his hands on you, you were desperate and aching, the throb between your thighs begging for attention. Matty hummed, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip, smearing some of the mixed spit along your chin. 
“I don’t know what you want unless you tell me, darling.” Matty coos through a smirk. You whine, knowing that he knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it. “I can’t read your mind.”
You tugged him back down against your mouth, a shared groan mixing before you both swallowed your share of it, tongues exploring one another. Your brain felt like it was melting out of your eyes at the way Matty kissed you, so full of passion and desire. It took one last tug of your bottom lip between his teeth before you mumbled against his lips what he so desperately had been wanting to hear for seven months now. “Fuck me, Matty. Please.”
Matty groaned into your mouth one last time, biting your lip so rough that you feared that it might be bleeding before pulling away and scrambling off of you so fast that you didn’t have time to register that he was off of you until he was grabbing your hips and pulling you down to the edge of the booth. 
You yelp as he manhandled you from his place on his knees on the black and white checkered tile - running his large, warm, addicting hands up the expanse of your thighs. You leaned up on your elbows so you could watch him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he peppered a trail of kisses along the inside of your thighs, licking and grazing his teeth against the skin every so often just so he could hear you gasp. 
Matty’s long fingers slipped under the skirt of your uniform, tickling along the waistband of your underwear before hooking in the band of them. You gasp, nerves shooting through you. “You don’t have to.”
This wasn’t your first rodeo, you had been with a list of men prior to Matty and they were all the same, huffing when you asked them to go down on you - ridiculous that you even had to ask, always acting as though it was a chore. You didn’t want Matty to feel like he had to, you weren’t expecting him to, you’d take anything he’d give you.
Matty pulled back the band of your underwear far enough to release it against your skin with a harsh snap, making you hiss as he bit the inside of your thigh as the stunt wore off.
“Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to be between your legs?” Matty mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh, licking along a stripe of skin befire digging his teeth in as he hooked his fingers back into the waistband of your underwear. “Dreamed about it every single night for seven months.” Slowly starting to drag them down your thighs as you hold your breath in your throat. “Dreaming of how you’d taste.” Matty whispered, biting softly into your thigh once more before leaning back so he could drag your underwear down your legs the rest of the way, quick to dive back down and lick a long strip up your thigh, stopping right before where you wanted him most. “How you’d feel falling apart on my tongue.”
“Matty.” You whine as he settles between your thighs, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing the other one to open wider for him, giving him more space to make himself more at home on the floor between your legs. “Please. Need you so bad.”
Matty coos, blowing against your core and drinking in the sight of the way you trembled after. “You made me wait months for this and you can’t even wait five fucking minutes.” 
You whine, trying to pull him into you with the leg he had hooked over his shoulder, Matty pinched your hip meanly in return. Squirming against the red leather of the booth, you whine. “Matty.”
“Look at you.” Matty coos. “Haven’t even touched you properly yet and you already sound so pretty for me.”
You preen at his words, tightening your leg around his shoulder out of desperation. This time, however, Matty allows you to pull him into you - your head falling back against the red leather of the booth as his tongue falls out to lick a strip up the middle of your core. 
Matty groans against your folds, the vibrations intensifying the feeling as Matty swirled his tongue, exploring you and moaning at the taste. 
You couldn't lay still, heat already spreading through your veins so rapidly and lighting your skin on fire. You moan freely, breathy through pants as Matty swirls his tongue against your bundle of nerves. 
Matty pulls off long enough to whisper, “You taste,” Diving back in to lick a thick stripe through your folds, moaning against your cunt before pulling back enough to finish his sentence. “so fucking good.” Collecting your arousal with slow, flat strokes. Taking his time with you. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”
You preen at the compliment, a pretty pink blush taking over your cheeks as you squirm against the leather and moaning out. “More.”
Matty pulls off instead, chin wet with a pout, resting his head against your thigh as he catches his breath. “Let me take my time with you, baby.” You whine. “Been waiting for this for so fucking long. Gotta cherish it while I have you.” Matty explains, peppering wet kisses along the inside of your thigh, your arousal drying in the trail as he slowly made his way back to where you wanted him most - mumbling against your thigh. “What if I never get to have you like this ever again? Gotta make it last.”
You whine, squirming. You didn’t like the sound of that, of this being the only time, appalled that he could ever even assume that. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” You whine. “Only you.”
“Yeah?” You could feel Matty’s smile against your thigh. “Only me? I get you all to myself?” You nod, desperate and dripping against the booth, rolling your hips in hopes to find some form of friction only to be stopped by Matty’s hands holding you down. “That’s right, baby. All for me. Only ever me.”
You nod, a broken moan tumbling from your lips as Matty dives back in with a fire under his ass now, the idea of you belonging to him fueling the need to have you falling apart underneath him.
You reached down to take hold of one of his hands that held down your hips, he was quick to thread it with your own, holding onto it as he ate you out like a starved man. 
Matty moans against you, pushing the leg that wasn’t thrown over his shoulder more open so he’d have more room to work. “So pretty.” Matty mumbled against your cunt, pulling off with a kiss to your clit. “Pretty girl, pretty pussy.” He fits his lips around your clit and sucks, a broken moan ripped from your throat at the feeling, lifting your hips slightly and smearing more wetness across his chin. 
You could feel a familiar heat coiling in your stomach, shocked to feel it so soon. Gasping as his tongue slipped inside of you, nose brushing against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. “Matty, fuck, I’m close.”
Matty doubled his efforts on you at your words, tongue fucking into you, sliding out so he could suck your bundle of nerves into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it ever so slightly and causing your hips to just. “Give it to me.” Matty mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations causing your eyes to roll back in your skull once more. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
You whine, swallowing thickly as Matty doubled his efforts on your clit, tongue swiping across it in a pace that had you gripping his hand in your own in a tight squeeze that mirrored the squeeze of your thigh around his head. Matty sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth one last time before you were crashing and burning against his tongue. 
Matty smiled against your cunt as you fell apart under him, body trembling and moaning his name like it was gospel as Matty continued to lick and suck his way through your high, only pulling off when your legs stopped convulsing in favor of laying slack and restless from the intensity of your orgasm. 
Matty didn’t let you bask in the glow for long, wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand before grabbing the leg that wasn’t thrown over his shoulder in his hand, slowly pushing it up and not stopping the journey until it was hooked over the back of the booth - his dark eyes drinking in the sight of you on full display for him, cunt still fluttering from the crash and burn it just endured.  
You were sure that he was going to stand up, get ready to fuck you, so you couldn’t help but allow your eyebrows to scrunch together when you felt him lean in and lick a slow, thick strip up your fluttering cunt.
“Matty.” You whine with a pout, so desperate to feel him inside of you. “Want you to fuck me.”
“I know, pretty baby.” Matty coos against your folds, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit before placing a soft kiss against it, pulling away and resting his head against your thigh. “You tasted so good, sounded so pretty for me, baby, I just want to do it one more time.” You whine, squirming against the red leather of the booth. “Will you let me do that, baby? Then I promise to give you what you want.” 
Matty trailed two fingers down from your hip, blunt nails scratching against your hot skin ever so slightly on their journey down between your thighs, running them through your folds to collect the wetness there before resting them against your entrance. You felt lightheaded at the feeling of his long, thick, calloused fingers teasing against your hole that clenched in anticipation - rolling your hips to try and force them inside of you. 
Matty grazes his teeth against the inside of your thigh, sticking his tongue out to lick his way back home to your cunt, swirling around your clit as he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside of you. You gasped at the stretch, holding the gasp in the back of your throat as Matty bottoms them out to his knuckles, slowly swirling a tongue against your swollen, sensitive clit as he allowed you to get used to the stretch. He waited until you were rolling your hips out of desperation for him to move before he pulled his fingers out of you just as slowly as he entered, your walls clenching from the emptiness as he pulled out, teeth grazing against your clit as he slowly pushed back in - halting once he pushed up to his knuckles. 
“Matty.” You groan, rolling your head against the booth and palming your breasts over your uniform, so much tension built up inside of you that you needed to find a way to release it. “More.”
Matty smiled against your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth and pulling back until it slipped from between his lips, locking eyes with you before dribbling spit from his mouth and onto your cunt, all over his fingers. You whine at the obscene sight before you, clenching around his unmoving fingers and rolling your hips, desperate to feel mind numbing pleasure like before.
Matty leaned back down to lick his spit mixed with your slick, tip of his perfect nose rubbing against your clit as he licked around his unmoving fingers. “Matty.” You whine, so desperate for him to move, the feeling of being so full with no reward was making you lightheaded. “Fuck me. Please.”
That seemed to be what Matty was waiting on, shifting on his knees on the floor beneath him before fucking into you in a pace that had you throwing your head back against the booth and whining through desperate gasps of air, none of it actually reaching your lungs as Matty fucked you hard and fast - the wet sounds that filled the diner were nothing but pornographic as your moans mixed together in a beautiful symphony of lust and desire. 
“Fuck.” You cry, eyes rolling back when Matty’s impossibly long fingers curled, hitting that heavenly spot inside of you that had you moaning his name like it was all you knew. 
Matty smiled against your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit as your walls fluttered around his fingers, relishing in the sounds you were making for him - feeling drunk on pussy, your breathy moans and addictive whines. 
You rolled your hips down, grinding on his face and meeting some of his thrusts when your paces aligned just right. Matty doubled his efforts on you, could tell that you were close by the way you were clenching around him, sucking your clit between his lips and curling his fingers perfectly. You didn’t even have time to give him a verbal warning this time before you were crashing and burning, skin on fire as your body shook against the booth with the intensity of your orgasm.
Matty fucked you through your high, not as fast as he had been but still enough to prolong it, moaning against your cunt as your aftershocks rolled through you. You whined pitifully, sensitive and exhausted. 
Matty placed one last kiss to your clit before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, turning his head to suck a bruise into your inner thigh as he stretched his arm up to your mouth so you could suck his fingers coated in your slick into your mouth, you moan around his digits pornographically, swirling your tongue around them as Matty groaned against your thigh at the feeling.
Matty pulled off of your thigh when he was satisfied with the deep purple bruise that he had sucked into it, trailing open mouth kisses up the expanse of it as he made his way up from his knees. Kissing along your arms, the side of your neck, before slipping his fingers from your mouth in favor of gripping your jaw with them - your spit smearing against your chin as Matty pulled you in for a hungry kiss. 
You liked how you tasted on his tongue even better than his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he kissed you with fever, gripping your jaw tight as he pulled off to lick down the side of your neck - forcing it to the side so he could kiss up it with more room. Grazing his teeth against your pulse points and licking a thick strip up the side of it until he reached your ear lobe, pulling it between his teeth and breathing hotly into your ear before whispering. “You did so fucking good for me, pretty baby.” You whine at the praise, preening underneath him and clenching around nothing. “Such a good girl, you want me to fuck you?”
You thrashed against the red leather of the booth, clenching and pleading for him. Matty smiled down at you, undressing you from your uniform, tossing it behind him before hooking his arms around you and lifting you up, splaying you out on the table of the booth rather than the seat of it - a better angle for him considering the table was the same height as his hips. You gasped at the cold feeling of the table against your naked back, writhing against the table as Matty trailed his calloused fingers along your thighs, splaying his hand out on it and spreading your legs wider for him. 
“You ready for me, baby?” He dragged two of his fingers through the wetness of your folds, your body jolted at the feeling, so sensitive from already having two orgasms. Matty smiled down at you, condescending and powerful. “Think you can handle it?”
“Yes.” You whined, so desperate for it. Watching Matty undo his jeans through half lidded eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his skilled fingers slide down the zipper of the denim, dragging his hand into his boxers to take hold of himself but not revealing it to you. Putting on a show as he tipped his head back in a groan, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue as he pulled strokes over himself inside of the black cotton. You weren’t sure whether to watch his face as he pumped himself or stare at the movement hidden behind the boxers, imagining what it might look like. “Yes, I can handle it. Matty, please. Fuck me, please.” 
You trailed off pleading, Matty smirked through it all, continuing to stroke himself beneath the band of his boxers for a few more strokes before pulling himself out of confinement. You moaned at the sight as Matty hissed from the cold air hitting him. Your eyes drank in the sight of his hand wrapped around himself, passing over the length and squeezing when he got close to the tip. 
You were panting, maybe you were drooling too, you weren’t sure - so desperate for him to fuck you that you couldn’t find it in you to care. “Matty, please.”
A smirk that could only be read as dangerous spread across Matty’s face as he took a step forward, running his tip through your folds once, the feeling already had your eyes rolling back into your skull and he hadn’t even started pushing in yet. Matty held his tip at your entrance, barely dipping into it before leaning over your body that writhed against the table, rolling your hips desperately to try to bring him deeper inside of you. Matty tsked, kissing up the expanse of your neck, digging his canine teeth into the side of it before whispering in your ear. “Do you think you deserve it?”
You whine, pitiful and desperate. Finally fulfilling his promise of making you eat those words that you had continuously teased him with time after time, cursing yourself for ever muttering the words now that he was throwing them back in your face. You writhed against the cool table, rolling your head to the side to capture his mouth in a dirty kiss that you hoped would convince him. 
Matty’s tongue rolled against your own in a numb numbing fashion, melting your brain out of your ears as he grinded down out of instinct, pushing his tip ever so slightly further inside of you but not near enough to give you the stretch that you needed. 
“Do you?” Matty mumbled against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it back and releasing it with a pop, staring down at you with dark eyes that held all the power in the world. “After turning me down for months, you want me to give you what you want the first time you ask for it?” Matty’s smile is condescending, leaning back so he could look down at you on display for him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he ran his tip through your folds once more. “Greedy fucking girl.”
“Matty.” You whine, throbbing and aching for something, anything. Matty pulls away from you all together, taking a slight step backwards and back to start stroking himself again slowly, you whine at the loss. 
“I want to hear you beg for it.” Matty’s voice was rough, deep, commanding. “You made me beg for months, I want to hear you beg for my cock.” You whine, his words shot straight down to your core. “Beg for it because you could have had it this entire time.” You felt silly for ever rejecting him now that you knew he had a mouth like this on him. Matty reached down to grip your jaw between his thumb and middle finger, running his pointer along your bottom lip, pushing it past your lips that were a darker shade than normal from being kissed and bitten raw. You accepted the finger happily, humming around the digit as your tongue swirled. Matty groaned, tightening his hold on your jaw. “But you wanted to be stubborn, isn’t that right, darling?”
You nodded with his finger in your mouth, grazing your teeth against his digit before slurring your pleas around it. “Please, please, fuck me. I need you so bad. Please.”
Matty it was the way it all came out in a garbled mess, or maybe it was how pretty you looked with your bitten raw lips wrapped around his finger but it was probably the fact that Matty had been waiting for this moment for seven months now - pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you. His groan mixed together with your whine in a beautiful harmony as he bottomed out inside of you, hissing as he did so. “Fuck, so fucking tight around me. Shit.”
Your mouth was hanging open, eyebrows scrunched together as you adjusted to the stretch of him inside of you, already feeling so full and skin on fire. You clench around him, both of you falling into a groan at the feeling. “Fuck.”
Matty held a vice grip on your hip as he slowly pulled out of you, the drag against your walls mind numbing, not wasting any time to slide back into you in a pace just as slow. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby, fuck. So fucking good for me, you’re doing so good.” 
You preen under the praise, clenching your walls around him and begging him to go faster. Matty was quick to accommodate you, pulling out just as slow as he had before to just the tip before snapping his hip back into you. You rolled your head to the side at the feeling of him properly fucking you now, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming feeling of his hips slamming against your own - breathy moans mixed with the slapping of skin and filling the vacant diner. 
Matty’s hand found home back against your jaw, gripping it and forcing your head back straight. “Look at me.” You struggled to open your eyes, the lids fighting to close again as the pleasure bloomed behind them. “Want you to watch me make you fall apart on my cock.”
You whine, pitiful as ever, clenching around him and making his hips stutter in the process but he was quick to regain his footing. “Fuck, I dreamed of the day I’d get to have you like this, fucking purring underneath me and taking me so well. Just like you were made for me.”  His hips picked up in pace, mind numbing and overwhelming. “Would have laid you out on this table that very first night if you had let me, I wanted to. It’s all I thought about for the entire week, I didn’t sleep a wink. I knew I had to come back for more. Fuck.” Matty groaned, thrusting into you harder now. “Every time I saw you hike your little skirt up before walking over to me, I just wanted to bend you over this booth and take you in front of everyone in that diner to see.” 
You whine at the thought, wrapping your legs around his waist and tugging him in closer to you, making him fuck you with a new angle that was impossibly deeper - hitting that heavenly spot inside of you with each thrust and making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Oh my god.” 
“But they’ll never see you fall apart like I do, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Blunt fingernails digging into your hip as he railed into you with a pace that took your breath away. “I’m the only one who gets to hear your pretty little moans.” The mention of them had him pulling one out of you. Matty leaned back to watched the way he fucked you, drunk on the sight of his dick disappearing inside of you. “The only one who gets to feel this pretty pussy throbbing around ‘em.”
A broken moan rips from your throat at his filthy words, writhing against the table with a gasp when his calloused fingers find home against your clit, rubbing tight circles against the swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves. You could already feel that familiar coil tightening inside of you, could tell Matty was getting close too by the way his hips faltered. 
“Fuck, baby.” Matty groans, fingers flying across your clit as his hips slammed into you. “I’m so fucking close.” You nodded in agreement, could feel your toes growing numb from how hard you were curling them as the pleasure bloomed through you and lit your skin on fire. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside.” You whine, clenching around him at the thought, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum dripping out of you when this was all over with. “Wanna feel you.”
“Fuck, yeah?” Matty hissed, fucking into you impossibly quicker now, causing your head to fall back in a groan. “You want me to fill you up, baby?” You nod, desperate and on the brink of tipping over the edge. “Yeah? Want me to make you all mine?” 
Fuck. You loved the sound of that, being all Matty’s. “Please.”
“Okay, pretty girl.” Matty promised, pressing harder against your clit. “Need you to cum for me first, though. Can you do that for me? I know you can, you’re such a good girl.”
Your mouth dropped open in a gasp that turned into a moan mixed whine of his name as you barreled closer and closer to your inevitable end. You could feel electricity coursing through your veins, igniting the coil that was tightening in your stomach.
“Show me how good you can be, darling.” Matty encourages you, fingers flying against your clit and snapping his hips into you at a mind numbing pace. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess.”
You couldn’t even make any sounds as your third orgasm crashed into you, the most intense one yet. Your walls clenching and fluttering around him as the dam snapped inside of you, immense, indescribable pleasure flooding under your overheated skin as Matty fucked you through your high. 
A breathy whine tumbled from Matty’s lips that he was biting raw from the feeling of you falling apart on him, overwhelmed and so close to the edge himself. You were panting, desperate to catch your breath as your aftershock rolled through you, mustering up what little energy you could find to reach your hands up so you could hold his face in your own, pulling it down to melt against your own. 
You both were rather useless in the kiss, but it didn’t matter, both of you needing to feel their lips against the other to feel more grounded, panting into each other's mouths as Matty’s hips stuttered as you licked lazy along his bottom lip. “Wanna feel you, please.” Matty groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as he slammed into you, chasing his release. “Come on, give me what I want. Cum in me, Matty.”
A broken whine ripped from Matty’s throat as his face broke out in pleasure, two more thrusts and he was spilling inside of you. “Shit - oh, fuck baby. Oh my god.”
A lazy smile spread over your face with a faint moan tumbling from your lips at the feeling of Matty filling you up. Making you his. Finally. 
Matty fell over you, fucking into you lazily as he rode out his high, whining into your ear and nibbling on the lobe until he was done crashing and burning. The two of you laid wrapped up in one another for what felt like hours, mixing breathy pants and sweat as you relished in the feeling of finally being able to do what should have been done that first night he walked in. 
Matty kissed behind your ear, starting a lazy trail along the side of your neck, across your jaw, around to your chin before eventually finding home against your mouth and melting against one another. 
You weren’t too sure how long the two of you were wrapped up in lazy tongues and hushed whispers, all you knew was it felt like a lifetime, never wanting the moment to come to an end but knowing it had to eventually. 
After a few more shared kisses and whispered compliments, Matty was slowly pulling out of you, an action you both hissed at. You whined at the empty feeling, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of him starting to drip out of you. You stared at Matty through half lidded eyes as he leaned back to watch the way his cum slowly dripped out of your core, mesmerized with a smirk playing on his lips. 
Matty couldn’t help but drag two of his fingers through the mess, making you whimper from the sensitivity as he collected his cum mixed with your juices on two of his fingers, staring into your eyes as he stuck his tongue out to clean his digits off - groaning at the taste with a roll of his dark eyes. 
You squirmed as you watched the obscenity unfold before you, swallowing thickly and wishing you knew what the mix of you tasted like. Almost as if he had read your mind, Matty hummed. “You wanna taste, darling?”
You nodded, desperate and whining. Matty nodded with a smirk. “Open up then.”
You were quick to open your jaw, sticking your tongue out, staring at him with doe eyes as he groaned at the sight - quick to collect more of his cum that had dripped out of you and mixed with your own leftover arousal. You expected Matty to bring his fingers up to your mouth so you could suck them clean, so you were confused when he brought them up to his own mouth, sticking his tongue out in a pornographic way to lick them clean. 
You watched him intently as he stared down at you with a shameless smirk, heat swirling in your stomach as he leaned down, gripping your jaw between his wet fingers and spitting the load into your mouth. You whined at the action, eyes rolling back in your skull as your tongue got coated in a mix of shared cum and Matty’s spit. “Swallow.” 
You didn’t hesitate, closing your mouth and swallowing it down in one go, you could feel it burning the entire way down. “Good girl.” Matty coos, tracing a finger along your bottom lip softly. “Now, let's get you all cleaned up.”
You were leaning against the side of your car, Matty towered over you with his hand on your hood, a playful, flirtatious smile playing on both of your lips - shy and high on shared feelings and emotions. “I guess I’ll see you in a week then.”
Matty’s smile deepens. “Yeah, I guess so.” Leaning in to kiss your forehead softly before capturing your lips next. You hummed against his warm mouth, feeling as though you were floating on cloud nine. “Thanks for the number, by the way. Only three more to go.”
You smiled wide with pink cheeks, recalling back to the number you had written next to the already existing ones. 822-993 and a bright new 1 making home amongst the others. “Yeah, well, you earned it.”
Matty snorts, shaking his head and laughing into your hair as he places a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll see you around, love.”
You nodded your head, allowing him to open the door to your car for you so you could slide in, his hand lingering on the open door as you buckled yourself in. “Goodbye, Matty.”
“Bye, darling.”
You weren’t expecting to see Matty for another week, expecting to fall back easily into your regular routine with one another, so you were surprised to come out of the kitchen the following afternoon and see Matty sitting in his regular booth with his hand folded against the table, thrumming his fingers alongside the back of them as he waited patiently for you.
You felt your brows furrow together in confusion as your converse clad feet carried you across the black and white tile of the all too familiar booth, memories of the night before burned behind your eyelids the closer you got to it. “Are you confused?”
Matty must have been so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed your presence, jumping slightly at the sound of your voice but quickly recovering with an easy smile spreading over his face at the sight of you. “No, why?”
“Well,” You tilted your head to the side. “It's Thursday, you saw me yesterday, you couldn’t possibly want to eat another burger so soon.”
Matty’s smile quickly faded into a smirk as he looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes - an action he had done more times than you could count, yet now he actually knew what was hidden underneath. “A burger? No.” Matty shook his head, locking eyes with you and raising a brow. “You on the other hand, I’d love to take another bite of.”
You blushed easily, unashamed to show how his words affected you after the events that unfolded the previous night. “What would you like to order then?” You spoke easy and unwavering, pulling your notepad and pen from your apron to take down his order for the first time in months, fixing the man with a look to stop the joke before it even had the opportunity to leave his mouth. “I’m not on the menu.”
Matty tsked, snapping his fingers together out of disappointment and causing a soft giggle to pour from you. “Well, I guess just get me some pancakes then if I can’t have what I really want.” Matty sighed, dramatic as ever, you shook your head as you continued to giggle. 
“You got it.” 
Thursdays were more busy than Wednesdays, meaning that you barely had time to listen to what new creative pick up lines Matty could come up with on the spot, apologizing with a sad smile when you came to deliver his check. 
“Don’t worry about it.” Matty waves it off, smiling and eyes gleaming. “Just happy to get to see my girl any chance I get.”
You blush hard and fast, dropping your head to hide your face as best as you could. His girl. You quite liked the sound of that and how easy it fell from his tongue, making you feel more confident about what you had written on the bottom of his receipt, sliding it over to him and  fighting off a smile as Matty read over it - his thick eyebrows coming together in the confused way that you expected them to.
“Is there a specific reason that you wrote 670 on the bottom of this?” Matty questioned, eyes still glued to the numbers you had etched in black ink before walking over here. “I mean, clearly there is because there's a heart next to them.” Matty spoke his thought process outloud, causing you to snort through a laugh. He looked up at you with soft but puzzled eyes. “What does this mean?”
You shrug, smiling innocently. “Oh, I don’t know.” You drew out, batting your eyelashes and rocking back and forth on your feet. “Maybe you should combine them with some other numbers you have sitting in your wallet.”
The grin that spread across Matty’s face split it in two, a pink tint overtaking his own cheeks as he stared down at the final three digits of your phone number in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is real.” Scratching the back of his head before raising it in the air in a fist, pumping it in celebration. “We fucking did it, boys!”
You thought that he was just being silly, but you were surprised and shocked to hear hooping and hollering from back in the kitchen, turning around to glance in the direction and laughing at the sight of Nick, Ricky and Ruth all watching through the serving window with cheerful smiles - quick to duck underneath it now that you were looking at them. You stayed turned around for a beat, processing the fact that sometime between all of his visits he had formed a friendship with the three of them, scheming behind your back and somehow you had no idea.  
You turned back around to face Matty, fighting off a smile with puzzled eyes as you opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words, pointing behind you in the direction of the kitchen. 
“No time for questions, sweetheart. This is a very big moment for me.” Matty waved you off, already having his phone pulled out so he could create a contact for you, the sight of his excitement has the questions dying in your throat, watching him type your number in with a smile. “Wow.” Matty sighed, saving the contact to his phone and locking it, tossing it to the side and now facing you with a smirk that told you he was about to make an awful joke. “I fucked you so good last night that I got a digit for each time I made you cum.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock, eyes wide as you looked around to make sure nobody had overhead him. “We are in public.” You scolded, but the blush on your cheeks contradicted it. “This is a family establishment.”
Matty gave you a crooked smile, dark eyes running along the expanse of your frame and raising an eyebrow when he arrived back at your eyes. “Family establishment.” Matty mocks with a snort. “That didn’t stop you from taking my dic-”
“Alright.” You cut him off with wide, pointed eyes. Matty laughed easily, bringing his tongue out to lick along his bottom lip as he smiled, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you quite finished?”
“I don’t know.” Matty shrugged. “Are you? Don’t you still have a few more rounds left to go? Or am I remembering wrong?”
You huff a deep breath from your nose, forcing your mouth into a tight line, not giving him the satisfaction of the laugh that threatened to spill from you. You closed your eyes, counting to ten before reopening them, giving him an overly bright smile, ready to run and hide in the kitchen - feeling like nothing had changed, still that same flustered girl you were before as you tilted your head down at him. “Goodbye, Matty.”
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‘til you came into my life, gave me something to lose.
prof matty lore fic (first meeting, first time, the progression of their relationship, etc.) ♡
this will be my last fic for the foreseeable future, so i wanted to make sure it was something very special. i love you guys so much. thank you for everything.
professor!matty x female reader
your dubious decision to sleep with your professor leads you to the kind of love you’ve always dreamed of.
also thank you @noacfslut for all the help & encouragement (this fic actually took me tf out lmao) ilysm elle!!
warnings: 18+ (mdni), teacher/student relationship, problematic age gap, dom!matty, sub!reader, unprotected sex, tensionnn, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, corruption kink, masturbation, praise, dumbification, sir kink, (minimal) daddy kink, exhibitionism
wc: 10165
The unconventional relationship with your professor didn’t necessarily happen on purpose. Your college advisor insisted that you needed to take one more humanities class for the credits and you searched for one that you hoped would be an easy A. You took the plunge, signing up for a music theory class that next fall. There wasn’t an ounce of musical knowledge in your brain and you kind of regretted the decision a few weeks before summer ended. You powered through anyway. 
When you walked into the class that first day, you didn’t think that the man at the front of the room would eventually change your life. 
Matty sat there at his desk, typing away on his laptop as students flocked into the lecture hall. Most were students he’d never seen before, which he quite liked about teaching a beginner class. Always fresh faces. It made the job somewhat less dull. 
His attention went away from the screen as you entered the room, eyes flicking to yours when he saw your plaid skirt in his peripheral vision. You clutched onto the few books in your arms nervously, studying his strong features. Fuck, he was hot. 
He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying not to drag his gaze to the hem of your short skirt and the black nylon underneath. Never has he been this fascinated with a student, and he only just caught you in his line of sight. 
You didn’t really think much of his blank expression and gave him a sheepish grin, walking quickly over to an empty seat. To be honest, he looked rather annoyed by your presence. Perhaps he was hot, but maybe he was another asshole professor that’ll make you want to rip your hair out by the end of the semester. 
In reality, Professor Healy wasn’t bad by any sort. He just wasn’t the type of professor to talk and joke with students, knowing he was just another dull professor teaching a boring class. He knew his students had other classes far more important to them and usually expected to receive very half-assed work. What he really takes pride in anyway is his actual teaching. He could see that students were able to understand new concepts easily and many of them appreciated his abilities, or so they said on the professor evaluation at the end of the course. Every day of his job was a routine, an endless cycle. 
Until he had you in his class. You were different. 
You’d turn in all your work on time, you were punctual, never missed a lecture. The assignments weren’t done poorly either, had good insight on different topics and you clearly stayed on top of learning notes and key signatures. He’d been quietly observing you, which made him feel like a bit of a pervert but he couldn’t help it. The way you dressed like one of his wet dreams—tight fitting sweaters and skirts—the clear intelligence you displayed, the innocence radiating off of you like an aura. God, he was fucked. 
One day you asked him a question. It was the first time he held eye contact with you for more than a couple of seconds. As you approached his desk, you looked down at him with bright eyes, assignment clutched in your hands. You flashed a smile at him, at that point knowing he was a kind man. You weren’t the type to ask questions and usually figured things out yourself, but this stupid thing was on the exam and you had no idea how to do it. Professor Healy seemed nice enough to explain it to you without getting annoyed. 
You took a sharp breath in before you opened your mouth to speak. Up close, you could see the graying streaks in his hair and the deep brown of his irises. How his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks when he blinked, pearly whites smiling back at you. The detail of the wireframes that rested on his nose, the (also graying) strip of hair above his lips. He was gorgeous. 
“Um—hi, sorry to bother. I was just wondering if you could explain this one question to me. All of this is new to me, so I’m a little lost…” you said, cocking your head as you anxiously chewed the inside of your cheek. 
He found you so endearing, letting out a little chuckle at your politeness. “Ah, that’s what m’here to help with. It’s not a bother.” He motioned for you to set down the paper on his desk. “Which one are you stuck on?” 
“This one.” Your manicured nail pointed to the troublesome question. “Notate the triad, given the root and the type.” 
Matty hummed, pushing his glasses up his nose. He wrote some chicken scratch on your paper to help as he explained the topic in detail. You listened thoroughly, finally understanding the question—but you also couldn’t help but focus on the way his lips moved. Or how he glanced up at you ever so slightly after every couple of sentences. 
“Does that make a bit more sense?” His hands were clammy as he wiped them on his trousers. He was beside himself; why was he so affected by you and only you? 
“Yes, it does, thank you so much, Professor.” You beamed at him, quite happy you could complete this assignment now, but also pleased by his reaction to you calling him by his own damn title. He stiffened a bit, trying to play it off with a small smile. 
“‘Course, glad you’ve got it now,” he mumbled, looking back over at his computer screen as you returned to your seat. He used every ounce of self-control to stop himself from staring at your backside. 
Over the next few weeks, you found yourself staring at Professor Healy more often than not. Even when he wasn’t lecturing, just sitting at his desk. You’d get distracted and watch him furrow his brows as he read something on his laptop or sipped Coca-Cola from a can, swiping his tongue over his lips after each gulp.  
You felt like a horny teenager getting all flustered just by looking at your teacher. He probably had a wife and kids at home yet you were sitting in his class with your thighs clenched together, mesmerized by his smooth accent. You’d chew on the tip of your pen, studying the way his sweater fit around his muscles and not the notes on the board. You didn’t give a flying fuck about music theory, but this man had you walking to his class with a giddy smile. 
Then there was the day he caught you staring at him. He was cleaning his glasses with his sweater—the hem of it raising just a bit. His eyes met yours suddenly, like he knew you were watching. You swore you saw some blue on his hip but you had quickly looked away out of embarrassment, fierce heat traveling up your neck and cheeks. His little chuckle as he put his glasses back on told you that he knew you were just drooling over him. It was obvious. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why were you always making a fool out of yourself? 
You managed to divert your eyes away from him for the entire duration of the class. The shade of blue etched into his skin flooded your mind in shallow waves. He dismissed class and you planned to swoop up your bag and exit the classroom as fast as possible, but of course, he called your name. 
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stopped in your tracks, all the other students eyeing you as they left. He was looking at you expectantly through the crowd, one eyebrow raised. “Just need to chat about the most recent exam.”
Oh, lovely. And on top of all that you bombed the most recent exam—what else would he have wanted to pull you aside for? 
You nodded hesitantly, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as you walked towards him. The room was silent, all of the other students were already out of the lecture hall. “Did I really do that bad?” 
Your squeaky voice had him chuckling lightly. “No! No, not at all. I actually wanted to talk to you about how impressed I am with your work.” 
Your shoulders relaxed as relief washed over you. “Oh, um—“ He motioned to the stool next to the desk and you sat down shakily, setting your bag on the floor beside you as you tried to formulate words. “Uh, thank you.” 
“I’m sorry if I made you nervous. I just—just really wanted you to know that you’ve already become one of m’best students,” he said, looking down at a pile of the class’s work. “It sounds like I’m lying I know, but not a lot of students put much energy into this class.” 
You played with your thumbs in your lap, not used to that kind of recognition, especially not from the teacher who had caught you ogling at him half an hour prior. Maybe he didn’t notice like you thought he had? You appreciated his compliments anyway. 
He continued to ramble, not that you minded; his voice was music to your ears. “Now, I don’t have the examples of the work ‘cos it’s all in my office. Well, I guess you could come with me if you want. Not sure if you have the time.” He looked at you apologetically, not wanting to take up your time. You smiled at him. This was your last class of the day and you had all the time in the world—why not spend it with your hot professor?
Your choice to follow him to his office that day was well rewarded. Hearing him praise you for your work in a space that had his life splattered all over it was mind-boggling. There was no shortage of the smell of his cologne and aftershave either, but you were willingly engulfed in his scent. You noticed there were no framed pictures of kids or a wife, no ring on his left hand…it all just tempted you more. There wasn’t even a home to wreck. 
“Right, suppose I should show you the exam first, hm?” He said more to himself than you as he shuffled through the stack of files on his desk. You were seated on a chair in front of his desk, shifting in it as you watched his hands glide across the papers. He took one out of the stack. “Ah, here.” 
A big red A was written at the top. “Just brilliant work, love.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat as you looked him in the eye. No trace of insincerity in sight. A sense of pride and accomplishment ran through your body, he really meant his words. But with him calling you love without hesitation — it was hard to pay much attention to his comments about your exam. You wanted to pay attention to other things, have him praise you in ways very different from this. “I’m really glad I was able to impress you, Professor.” You let out a soft laugh, scanning over your own insights on each question. 
A warm smile spread across his face, the crinkles next to his eyes still noticeable under his glasses. “Keep up the great work, I mean everything m’saying.” He extended his arm to hand you your marked exam to keep. This was much earlier than any other student would’ve received their feedback. You allowed your hand to touch his for a second. Some kind of way for you to know he was real. “And please, you can just call me Matty, darlin’.” 
You couldn’t help but giggle at his sweetness. “Okay, thank you, Matty.” 
The conversation only lasted a few more minutes, closing off with him muttering something about having to get his car from the shop. You thanked him once more before parting ways, your exam clutched tightly in your hand.
You’d managed to get through your little meeting with Matty, but that evening your thoughts were in a frenzy. As you were finishing some of your homework, you got distracted looking through one of your folders. You found the assignment that you had asked Matty for help on.
You traced your finger over the messy words he’d written in jet-black ink, sighing to yourself. It was rare for you to be so entranced by a man, and of course this time he had to be your fucking professor. You roughly tossed the notebook aside, hiding your face in your hands and groaning. Yes, exactly! He’s your professor, stop thinking about him like this! Your brain screamed at you, laying out every possible path this situation could go down. You wanted to bash your head against a wall, this shouldn’t have stressed you out so much. 
But he was so attractive—tattoos peeking out of his ironed dress shirts every time he wore one, veiny hands sliding across the edges of his podium as he spoke during lectures. What would they feel like against your body? It was a question you were dying to know the answer to. 
A question you thought about when you dragged a hand down your body later that night, your flimsy t-shirt doing nothing to conceal your peaked nipples poking through. You leaned your head back against your pillows, praying your dorm mate would stay out just an hour longer. 
You sighed as you relaxed your tense body against your mattress, sliding your fingers under the waistband of your underwear.  Matty wasn’t innocent in any of this either and he certainly wasn’t great at hiding his devilish attraction to you either. The way his eyes lingered in places they shouldn't have, it was hard to miss. You knew his hands would’ve felt so much better against you, working you skillfully until you crumbled underneath him. It was torture that you didn’t have him here beside you.
Thoughts of his tongue, his fingers, and the newly discovered tattoo on his lower stomach all swirled in your mind. Filthy, sinful images spread behind your eyelids like wildfire, a dream you couldn’t wake up from. You dipped a finger into your pool of arousal, gasping at the sharp burst of pleasure as you swiped at your clit. Maybe you were even more affected by this man than you originally thought. You circled and rubbed and pinched at your bundle of nerves until you came in your underwear, not even bothering to fuck yourself with your fingers. They wouldn’t satisfy your desire for him, you hopelessly learned that a while ago. The orgasm would be enough to get you out of the headlock Professor Healy somehow had you in. At least for the rest of that night. 
As you cleaned up in the bathroom and got ready to take a shower, you felt disgusting. If he knew you were getting off to the thought of him he’d never look you in the eye again. You were gagging for a dick you weren’t supposed to be thinking about. 
Little did you know, Matty had his hand wrapped around his cock thinking of you—and just like you—nothing was enough to satisfy him. He needed to have you here with him. Even if it was wrong of him, even if you were a goddamn student of his, it seemed like he’d die if he couldn’t get his hands on your body. He wanted to take care of you already, make you his. 
After being tremendously distracted by Professor Healy’s tight-fitting shirt during today’s lecture, you’d forgotten your phone on your desk. Typical. 
It wasn’t like you didn’t immediately realize or anything, you did, and promptly waltzed back into the now empty lecture hall. Matty was leaning back in his chair behind the desk, eyes shut as he raked a hand through his dark curls. “Fuck,” he mumbled quietly, almost a moan. A pulse of heat ran through your core. His brows knit together in a line and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a little while longer, eyes exploring the shape of his outline for a moment. The fabric of his shirt strained against his muscles as he stretched, keeping you in a trance. 
But that was when you saw it—the large tent in his slacks. Your small intake of breath at the sight must’ve made him sense your presence, his eyes opening as he immediately sat up with rigid posture. He stealthily pulled his chair in all the way, shielding his hard-on. 
You pretended you weren’t gawking at him, like you’d just came in a second ago, eyes scanning the seats of the class. “Sorry, I left my phone at my desk.” Your voice was shaky, guilty. You realized how tense you’d gotten as you quickly walked over to your spot, seeing your phone resting right where you left it. Thank god. 
You retrieved the device, spinning around again to face him, only to find him already staring you down. He gave you a half smile, squinting his dark eyes at you. “Too distracted during class and forgot your phone, huh?” 
It was just a matter of time until you’d find yourself in this position with him, right? Luckily, you were ready for it. Your brows scrunched in faux confusion and your belly burned with shame from being caught swooning over your professor during class.  You decided to play dumb, honestly wanting him to just call you out already. “Sorry?” 
He shook his head, seemingly regretting conversing with you at all. He shifted in his chair, avoiding your gaze. “Ah, it’s nothing, love. Have a good rest of your day, alright?” He quickly started busing himself with some files on the desk, packing up his belongings so he could head back to his office. You didn’t buy it. 
You didn’t buy it because as much as you stared at him, he stared at you every chance he got. The short skirt you wore today was practically bait for the man, your suspicions were correct when you caught him staring at your ass as you walked to your desk this morning. “No, Matty, what do you mean?” Your voice was sickly sweet as you stepped closer to his desk, his eyes widening by the use of his first name. 
Matty blinked, stopping his movements to look at you up and down. He wet his lips with his tongue before speaking. The tension between you two was heavy and undeniable, laying over you like a thick blanket. “Darlin’, you don’t hide your staring very well.” 
Something went off then in your brain, some kind of siren—blaring horns that demanded you to talk back. You tapped your nails against the top of the desk, humming. “You don’t hide your staring well either, Professor.”
He pushed his glasses up his nose, chocolatey eyes challenging you, daring you to be bratty with him. His face was expressionless despite the erection he sported right underneath the cherry wood. “I’ll see you at tomorrow’s lecture. Work on being more productive in class, please.” His voice was gruff and full of authority. He’d never cave that fast. 
“I’ll be on my best behavior tomorrow, promise.” You shot him a smug smile, taking your lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh. You saw right through him. 
Matty tugged at his shirt collar, his skin overheated from the problem in his slacks. You spun around on your heels, turning towards the door and tossing your hair over your shoulder, not looking back. His stare burnt holes in your back as you dramatically swayed your hips. He let out a huff, his cock twitching in his pants when you finally left the room. Matty was well aware of the dangerous situation at hand. 
You sat in your usual spot, propping your chin on your palm as you tried your hardest to at least pay attention a little bit. Your eyes followed Matty’s every move, legs crossed under the desk—just waiting for him to finally look at you.
A cherry lollipop rested on your tongue, the stick poking out from between your plump lips. He’d pretended as if you didn’t exist when you walked in, but that only fueled the fire in you. You weren’t a fool. You’d seen that lustful glint in his eyes yesterday and there was no going back from that, no matter how aloof he decided he wanted to act today. 
Matty was going on and on about some famous composer, all while your tongue continued to swirl around the candy. He finally glanced over to where you were sitting, eyes widening before he shook his head. His resolve was weakening and so were his legs. 
His speech was affected too, watching him stutter out some incoherent apologies as he went into a coughing fit. “Sorry, got a bit of a scratchy throat today,” he uttered, sitting down in his chair and taking a sip of his plastic water bottle. His looks after that were fleeting and almost nonexistent—like staring at your lips wrapped around the lollipop was not even an option for him. Like he wasn’t going to fall for it.
No one seemed to care when he took that minute to compose himself, having really no choice but to believe what he was saying. But you continued your little scene with the lollipop until class ended, only biting into it during the last five minutes when students began to pack up. He had taught the rest of the lesson from his seat, not that there was much important information. 
Matty looked over at you like he knew that you stopped being a tease. You sat there with a triumphant smile, not moving to get up as the other students went out the door. 
“You’re unbelievable,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His voice echoed in the lecture hall. “What a naughty girl.” 
You squeezed your thighs together at his words, arousal gathering in your panties. So much desire for him was bottled up inside you. “Sorry, Professor.” 
He stood from the desk and rounded it, his lower body perched against the wood. His hard-on was clearly visible as he leaned back on his hands. “You see what you fucking do to me?” He adjusted himself in his pants, trying to relieve some of the built-up pressure. 
You bit your lip, eyes scanning down his body to admire your work. “I do. What are you gonna do about it? Gonna punish me?” 
He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Why don’t we discuss your recent behavior in my office, young lady?”
You were embarrassingly quick to nod your head, grabbing your bag as he gathered his own things. Your heart was beating quickly against your chest thinking about all the things he could do to you. For a moment, you were outside your body. You felt like your head was spinning.
He was silent on the way to his office, walking in front of you yet holding the door for you when you reached the familiar room. You walked in, hearing the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.
You took a deep breath as you turned to face him, his face etched with pure lust for you. Your backpack made a thumping sound as you dropped it next to his desk—it was now or never. 
“Whatcha got planned for me?” you asked, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. He had a sour expression on his face as he took a few steps towards you, clearing his throat. 
“I think the real question is what do you want me to have planned, love?” His voice was barely above a whisper, one of his hands reaching up to caress your jaw. Your breath hitched, staring into his dark eyes as he searched yours for any signs of discomfort. His face softened after a few seconds and he rubbed his thumb across your cheek lightly. “Or if you want to go, we can pretend this never happened. Your call.”  
Your stomach turned in excitement and nervousness, all your feelings for your professor bubbling up and ready to spill right out of you. Without a second thought, you caught his lips in a searing kiss. He groaned softly, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. 
You pulled back enough to speak against his lips. “Want this, sir. Want you.” 
He let out an airy laugh, finding you just fucking adorable. The nagging tightness in his chest almost disappeared completely. “Is that right, sweetheart? Been wantin’ to be my good little girl? Had to be naughty to get my attention?” His grip on your jaw got a little tighter, but he countered the action by pressing a light kiss to your nose. 
His words went straight to your core, heat quickly spreading under your skin. You were on fire, set ablaze by his deep, raspy voice. A whine slipped from your mouth as you squeezed your thighs together. It only gave a little relief to your throbbing clit. 
He lifted his other hand to properly cradle your face, thumbs stroking soothingly across your cheekbones as he looked at you expectantly. You managed to choke out a garbled ‘yes’. “Oh, baby, must be so needy, hm?” He clicked his tongue, backing you up until the back of your knees hit his leather desk chair. He seemed to be playing with your head a bit, knowing just how affected you were by his antics now.
You fell back into the chair, your breath getting caught in your throat when he immediately got down on his knees in front of you. 
“Can I please make you feel good, darlin’?” 
You wordlessly nodded, cheeks burning. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank your teeth into your lower lip, gasping when he lightly slapped your inner thigh. “I need your words, love.” His right hand inched up your leg, fingers barely slipping under the hem of your skirt before he stopped. “Come on—know you’re a smart girl.” 
“Yes, sir. Please, please make me cum,” you whimpered.  The rotten words that came out of your glossed lips made Matty feel almost feral, like he needed to dive into you to survive. He pressed a wet kiss to the top of your thigh before he flipped up your skirt, moaning at the sight of your panties. A bow was sewn onto the fabric near the waistband; you couldn’t have been any more innocent. 
“So so pretty.” He traced a teasing finger up your thigh, looking up at you over his glasses and studying your little reactions. “Got you all to myself now.”
“Matty,” you mewled as you intertwined your fingers with his. He softly hummed, bringing your hand up to his lips and leaving a kiss on each of your knuckles. 
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.” His deep, dominant tone of voice sent shivers down your spine, heat licking back up the base of it when he dipped his head, planting light kisses on your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as you squirmed in his chair. “Now, tell me, have any of these boys made you cum?” He spoke like he already knew the answer. 
You knew he was referring to the inexperienced assholes that were known as your male college peers—trying to get into your pants any chance they could. Fiends for pussy, but obviously not for women’s pleasure. You shook your head profusely, thinking of the orgasms you had to fake when your ex-boyfriend would shamelessly rutt into you without asking if you were feeling good.
“They don’t know what they’re fuckin’ doing, don’t know what they’re fuckin’ missing,” Matty mumbled, hooking his fingers under the elastic band of your panties. He looked up to you for a second confirmation and you couldn’t help but smile, nodding in response. The baby pink cotton slid down your legs as you lifted your hips to aid him, watching him stuff them in the pocket of his slacks. “Safekeeping.” 
His dirty words had you leaking onto the leather of his chair. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were. You huffed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling him in closer to where you needed him most. There was no reason for his nose to not be buried in your cunt. “Please, sir. Make me yours.”
You swore you saw a golden blaze igniting in his eyes. His large hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them apart, but still keeping them swung over his shoulders. The angle had let him get a full view of your swollen cunt. He finally leaned down to lick a flat stripe up your slit, which earned him a broken moan from the back of your throat. 
“So sweet, love. Fuck’s sake,” he murmured into your cunt, the vibrations of his words only adding to your pleasure. His tongue flicked at your clit and you looked down to meet his eyes as he took the throbbing bud into his mouth.
You squealed as you tried to clamp your legs around his head but he was much stronger. He kept your legs still against his shoulders and the chair as he devoured your cunt. “Oh my fucking god.” You ran your fingers through his curls, eliciting a deep moan from your professor. “Please, please—fuck…”
His eyes were locked on yours as he pulled back, licking at his lips like he did after sipping his soda. The bottom of his face was covered in your slick and you knew you’d remember that sight forever. He swiped two fingers through your arousal, groaning. “I think this cunt is already mine, yeah? S’fucking soaked for me, angel.” 
He plunged his skilled, thick fingers into your entrance, the long-awaited stretch making your eyes roll back into your head. “There we go, pretty baby, just let me please you.” You let out a breathy moan, tugging on his hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He dipped his head back down to continue licking at your clit, getting a rhythm going with his hand. 
Pleasure bloomed in your belly, all of your worries melting away on his tongue and fingers. “Matty, feels so good. G-Gonna cum, need to cum,” you cried, heat inching up your chest and neck as he fucked you even faster. His head moved side to side between your legs, eating you like a madman as he curled his fingers up in the most delicious way. A whine slipped past your lips as you rolled your head back against the headrest of the chair. You gazed down at him with half-moon eyes.
“Atta girl, sound so fuckin’ pretty. Want you to let go, let go on my fingers—been so good f’me.” His encouragement was murmured against your pussy, dark eyes staring back up at you. He had you tipping over the edge in no time. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, desperate to hold back your moans; you tasted blood from biting too hard. The intense pleasure felt like you’d fallen unconscious for a moment, head so floaty all you could do was smile down at him. He helped you ride out your orgasm, eyes trained on your heaving chest and raw lips. 
You tugged on his hair when you got to the point of being overstimulated and he pressed a wet kiss to your clit before pulling back, returning your soft smile. “Such a good girl. Already adore this pussy, baby.” His fingers spread your folds gently as he gazed down, admiring your puffy, red cunt. He spit, letting the trail of saliva drip onto your slit. A whimper escaped from your pouty lips.
“Sir, need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, clawing at his dress shirt as you tried to get him off his knees. “Want you to teach me how it’s supposed to be done, Professor.” 
Matty moaned before getting up off the floor, towering over you as he reached his full height. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you in as he leaned down; your noses almost touching. He let out a low hum. “Would call you greedy if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers. 
He raised one hand to cup your jaw, a playful glint in his eyes. “What would your classmates think if they saw me giving you private lessons, sweetheart? Such a smart little girl acting all dumb for her professor…”
You didn’t even feel shame anymore, the ache between your thighs barely satiated by the first orgasm. You pecked his lips before letting out a breathy moan, “P-Please, fuck me dumb, sir. Have me any way you want me.”  
The groan Matty let out was far too loud for the setting and he immediately cringed at the sound. “You’re gonna fuckin’ end me, little one.” 
You let out a giggle, reaching out to play with the buckle of his belt. You couldn’t deny all his pet names made you even more slick for him, hoping so badly you could be everything Matty wanted. The outline of his hard cock could be seen clearly through his slacks, you already knew he was big.
“Do you even deserve my cock after the stunt you pulled, baby?” he cooed, petting your hair softly. Matty’s knees almost gave out as he watched you sink onto the floor before him. One of your hands traveled teasingly up his thigh, batting your lashes up at him. 
His breathing turned uneven as you dug your nails into his leg, leaning up to press a kiss to his painful-looking bulge—puppy dog eyes boring into his. “Been good for you, sir. Need you inside me so bad. Want your cock stretchin’ me out.” 
Matty let out a low growl before bending down to lift you up by your armpits, plopping you right on top of his desk. He kissed you harshly, hands smoothing over your blouse and unbuttoning the garment. He pulled back to admire your cleavage on display for him, your pink bra pushed them up in just the right way. You bit your tongue trying not to smirk, knowing that you chose this set specifically for him. 
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned, groping your tits through your bra. His thumbs grazed over your lace-covered nipples, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” 
You felt dizzy, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Your cunt was dripping onto the wood of his desk already. 
He pulled out his thick cock from its confines, hissing as he pumped himself a few times. Your mouth salivated looking at the sight, clenching around nothing. 
He slotted his lips against yours in another frenzied kiss; you gasped as you felt him slowly drag the tip of his cock up your folds and to your clit, then back down to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan, gazing at him with pleading eyes. His tip nudged your sopping hole, so close to splitting you in two. 
“Such a sweet little girl, so eager.” He brushed his nose against yours, gnawing on his lip in an attempt to shield his permanent smile. 
You caressed his cheek, pushing his wired frames up his nose for him. “Wanna be a good student for you, Professor Healy,” you said with an exasperated whine, repeating your wish from earlier. Snaking your hand behind him to rest it on the nape of his neck, you noticed his eyes clouding over with lust. 
Your words coaxed a deep rasp from him, his hips immediately snapping forward into yours. He filled you up completely, bottoming out. You whined pathetically, never having this big of an intrusion inside you. Matty buried his face into your neck, littering soft kisses as he shushed you. “My best girl, barely can fit my cock in this tight little cunt. Gonna have to stretch you out more, hm?” 
Your entire body started to ripple with pleasure, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to mirror the position of your legs. You clung to him tightly, needing to ground yourself before you nodded, signaling him to start moving.
Matty kissed both of your burning cheeks before pulling out and then plowing back into your dripping cunt. You were a moaning mess, nails digging into the fabric of his sweater. You clenched around him greedily and he groaned into the crook of your neck. 
“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me,” he murmured, sucking and biting on your skin, roughly thrusting in and out of you. “Taking my cock so well, fuckin’ natural at this, yeah?”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you arched your back into him, your chest flush against his. He gawked at the swell of your tits, stopping himself from ripping your bra off; he’d get plenty of time to tend to them later. “Fuck, Matty,” you cried, your velvet walls fluttering around him. He moaned softly, connecting your lips as you brought your hand up, your fingers finding their home in his sweaty curls. 
His pace was steady and deep, both of you quickly chasing your release while still getting to feel every ridge of his fat cock. He lifted a hand up, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. His touch was delicate, it made you feel less filthy. “Stay quiet and I’ll let you cum again.” 
You wrapped your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the tip. The finger in your mouth sufficiently muffled your whimpers, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, replacing it with his index and middle finger. “Must be getting close, yeah, baby?”
About to succumb to the intense pleasure that coursed through you, you sobbed as you clenched around his cock harder than ever before. “Mhm, pleath, can I cum?” you pleaded around his digits.
“Go on, my good girl, cum. Cum for me.” He dipped his head down, his breath fanning over your ear as he allowed you to come undone. His hand that wasn’t in your mouth held your body flush to his. 
Your second orgasm ripped through you as you dug your nails into Matty’s biceps, crescent-shaped indents sure to appear on his skin. He slid his fingers out of your mouth to stroke your cheek, praising you as you fell apart before him. Strings of curse words left your lips as you shut your eyes, seeing white behind your lids. His thrusts got sloppier as he helped you ride out your high and chased his own. You pulled him down with a hand on the back of his neck, smashing his lips against yours. “Want you to fill me up, m’on the pill.” 
He whined into your mouth before slowing down his thrusts completely, filling your cunt with his warm release—just like you’d requested. 
“Was that a sufficient punishment for my behavior?” You cocked your head in faux curiosity, mind fuzzy. 
“Nah, think I need to teach you some more lessons, darling,” he replied breathlessly, kissing you gently, still trying to recover from his intense orgasm. 
You hummed in response, kissing up his jaw. His stubble scratched at the skin of your lips. “I think so too.” 
“Let me take you on a date this weekend,” he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Or I can cook for you at mine if you’d like.” 
The idea of being at his place was too tempting to pass up. You giggled, gazing up at him with wide eyes. “Oh? You’re a chef, too?” 
“Hardly. But I’m pretty sure I can impress the sweet girl who’s been living off of instant ramen packs for months.” 
“I expect only the best from you, Professor.” 
Professor Healy never has anyone attend his office hours. 
Which is why you’re kneeling underneath his desk, drooling all over his hard cock as his jaw drops in pleasure. 
“Fuckin’ made for this, shit…” he moans, caressing the top of your head as you flick your tongue against the underside of his dick. “Good girl, so good for me.” 
A ring of your lipstick sits at the base of his cock. You giggle, pressing a kiss to his tip to stain that too. “Mine?”
“Yours. Fuck, darling.” His eyes roll back into his head at the sight of you claiming him—marking him with that lip color he knows so well. 
Matty gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, eyes dragging back down to look at you lovingly. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes, mesmerized by his little noises and the sight of his brows furrowed in pleasure. 
He nearly jumps out of his seat when a sudden knock on his office door rings through his ears. You freeze, staring up at him in shock and he curses, ushering you further under the desk so you’re hidden from sight. Great, you’re going to get caught sucking your professor’s cock. 
“Uh—come on in!” Matty shouts, chest heaving as a student makes her way in. You can only hear the footsteps on the floorboards as she walks over to his desk. You hold your breath, anticipating the worst.
“Hey, sorry, just wanted you to look over my essay for me. I’m not sure if I followed the guidelines correctly.” The girl’s voice is pitchy, making you roll your eyes at the familiarity of it. She’s a chatty one in class.  
Matty looks visibly disheveled, but the girl can’t really tell (too lost in her own thoughts) as she hands over her paper to him. His hand shakes as he blindly reaches for his glasses on the desk, accidentally knocking the frames to the floor. 
The sudden clatter startles you, but once you spot the culprit of the noise you smirk to yourself. He huffs, bending over to retrieve them, but his naughty little girl crawls to them first, handing them to him with a bitten lip. 
His eyes shoot daggers at you, warning you not to try anything as he takes the glasses from your hand, sitting up again in the chair. The girl has her phone out now, completely oblivious to the activities occurring a few feet away from her. 
Matty begins to scan over the essay in front of him, acting like his cock isn’t rock-hard in front of your face at the moment. Knowing that the girl isn’t really a threat, she couldn’t care less about anything, you cheekily flick your tongue across his slit. 
He involuntarily kicks his leg, gently poking your knee with the tip of his dress shoe. A shit-eating grin spreads across your face as you grip the base of him. 
His cock twitches in your hand and he lets out a cough to cover up a groan. You let a trail of your saliva fall onto his length before beginning to stroke him slowly. It sends a rush of heat to your cunt, belly pooling with desire from the riskiness of the situation—you’re pushing all the limits. 
Matty’s halfway through the stupid fucking essay, barely holding himself together. He reaches his hand down, aggressively fisting your hair. You use all your strength to stifle a yelp, your scalp stinging as he tightens his grip even more. 
The dominance still radiating from him even in a moment like this has your eyes glazing over as you look up at his concentrated face. It’s so easy to be obedient for him, making you eager to please. 
You stop yourself from teasing him any more, realizing it would take longer for him to get this girl out the door. He loosens his fist a bit, offering your head some relief as he finishes up the essay. 
Perhaps a little too quickly, he hands the paper back to the girl. “I think you’ve done exactly what I’ve asked for this assignment. Great job.” 
The girl looks up from her phone, taking the paper from him. “Oh, good! Thank you so much,” she says sweetly, giving him a warm smile. 
“Of course.” Matty puts on his most polite face, watching her turn around and walk back to the door. Every second feels like an eternity. “Have a nice night, Elle.” 
She turns the knob, looking back over her shoulder. “Thanks, you too.” 
And then she was gone. 
Matty lets out a relieved sigh, falling back against his chair and releasing your hair in the process. He spreads his legs more so he can peer down at you. “What am I gonna do with you, you little slut?” 
“Dunno, sir.” Your lips curve up into a smirk, shifting on your knees to get rid of some of the pressure between your thighs. He isn’t going to play nice — you couldn’t be happier. 
He leans down and grips your jaw firmly, eyes locked on yours. His thumb runs over your pouty bottom lip. “Think I’m gonna fuck this pretty little face…remind you how cockdrunk you really are…” He laughs softly. “Maybe you’ll behave better if I fuck with your brain a bit, yeah?”
The music theory lessons with him ended (the class did really end up being an easy A), and your fondness for the older man only grew. No more fooling around on school grounds either now, because he asked you to be his girlfriend the minute the semester finished. He wants you in his space all the time. 
You started frequently visiting his apartment and staying overnight at that point. It was amusing to you that he stopped his whole panty stealing habit now that he had you here often—which you admit was hot every time he did take them—but damn you liked a couple of those pairs.
You find one of them in his room one Saturday afternoon, dramatically gasping and holding them up for him to see. He’s lying on the bed with his laptop on his thighs, all cozy under the duvet. He looks over at you and snorts when he sees the lace dangling from your fingers. 
“You’ve just got these fucking lying around?” You try to sound firm, but you’re holding back a laugh. 
“Oh, yeah. Well, now you can keep ‘em here, baby. I’ll wash them for when you stay over next.” His stupid grin makes you playfully roll your eyes. 
“You’re a freak,” you throw the pair of panties in his face, making him let out a belly laugh, quickly pulling them away from his eyes. You can’t help but crawl up next to him on the bed, grinning as wide as he is. 
“I thought you liked that.” Matty chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you nuzzle into his side. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, making you melt into him even more. 
“You know I do, but the evidence of it when I’m not horny is kinda funny,” you retort, tilting your chin to gaze up at him. The lamp next to the bed shines a warm yellow light on his face. He chucks the panties into the laundry basket by his dresser. You love spending time with him during the day at his place, just lying around lazy and loved up by your boyfriend. 
The domestic nights with him feel natural too. Comforting, even. He often sits in on your nightly routine. 
“And what’s this?” Matty picks up one of the several labeled bottles, analyzing it closely. “Serum?” 
“Yeah,” you laugh, “‘S'just another skincare item, babe.”
He sets it back down on the counter, smiling at you. “Cool.” 
He memorizes the brand, planning to go out and buy fresh bottles of your skincare items so you have extras at his place.
He told you to just bring most of your stuff to his place, not wanting you to live off the dining hall food and shower with shoes on — for at least a few nights a week. Sometimes you think it's nice to hang out in your dorm with your roommate or just be alone when she’s out. You’d also just feel bad if you leeched off him everyday. You always have the self-imposed thought of being a burden to him, even though you're anything but. 
If Matty had it his way, you’d be living with him. He would take care of you, help you with anything you needed. He’s been alone in his flat for about four years now, and his ex-wife had left him in a state of constant pessimism. He really fits into the mold of a grumpy college professor. You, though, bring out a part of him he’s not seen in a while. The gentle, loving part. He wants to kiss your face, listen to you talk about anything, and hold you for as long as he can.
He understands you’re young though, want to do things your way. I mean that’s what he fucking gets for dating his student, but what else was he supposed to do when you make him feel like this? He had to have you, keep you happy, cherish you until you’ve had enough of him. 
“You’ve got to teach a lecture in the morning, Matty. Don’t let me keep you up, please,” you sigh, knowing he’s going to say something about how he’s taught lectures in worse states. 
“I’ve got to brush my teeth, so I'll wait until you're done. And I like watching you do your little routine.” He laughs, shifting on the closed toilet seat he’s perched himself on. Truthfully, he’d destroy his life for you if you asked. You’re the only thing that keeps him smiling anyway. 
Even after a year has passed, Matty still owns your heart. Perhaps even more than he did before. The dorm life is long out of your reach now, the partying slowly turning into you sitting on his flat and awaiting his presence after he gets off of work. You still have another year of school, but it’s easier now that you’ve accidentally fallen into the caring arms of your boyfriend. Plus, the rowdy college scene got boring pretty quickly. You left it with no hesitation. 
He’s got some troubles too, and you’ll help him when he’s having a hard time. In your eyes, nothing you do for him is as good as the things he does for you—even though Matty would be happy to just get a kiss from you and nothing else. 
You know he needs you more than ever tonight. “Hey, Matty, it's alright,” you coo, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. He immediately buries his face into your neck, sighing softly. Your fingers card through his hair, trying to relax him. “M’here for you.”
He’s been off since he got home from a lecture. The the last straw was him accidentally dropping a mug on the floor, shattering it. You helped him clean it up as he was far too overwhelmed to be safely cleaning up shards of glass by himself. He muttered apologies over and over again for being a clutz—your heart aches for the man you love. It’s his own china, it’s not like he’s broken something of yours, but he’s still sorry he even needed your help to dispose of it. 
You squeeze him as hard as you can, glass cleaned properly cleaned up now as you stand together in the kitchen, hoping you can make him feel as safe and supported as you feel. He gently sways with you side to side for a moment, just taking in the scent of your perfume. “Come with me, okay?” you whisper.
You lead him to his bed, hand intertwined with his. You kiss his forehead and take off his glasses when he sits down on the edge of the mattress. He watches you intently as you start to unbutton his shirt, knowing this isn’t sexual at all. All the tattoos you’ve traced hundreds of times have seeped into the crevices of your brain by now. Every touch is full of care and devotion. You throw his shirt into the laundry basket then position yourself on your knees behind him, beginning to massage his knotted shoulders. 
He lets out a relieved moan, his eyes fluttering shut as you carefully work out the tension in his neck as well, planting kisses on his skin occasionally as you go.
“I love you,” he breathes, craning his neck to look back at you. You peck his lips, smiling. 
“I love you too,” you giggle, “Just relax for me, lemme take care of you. Always take such good care of me.” 
“Oh, darlin’ I love taking care of you. Don’t have to worry about me.” 
You frown, stopping your movements and resting your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. “I care about you so much. I don’t think I could live without you at this point. I want you to feel loved and safe with me, ‘cause that’s how you make me feel.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, and Matty nearly bursts into tears at your words. You want to make him feel as loved as he makes you feel during your intimate moments, but you can’t always do that when he’s fucking you to tears, turning your brain into mush. This is your chance to take care of him.  
He knows sometimes it’s extremely difficult for you to verbalize your feelings so hearing that renders him overjoyed and nearly speechless. He turns around on the bed, placing his hands on your cheeks and kissing you deep enough to make you dizzy.
You put a hand on his chest, giggling and pulling away from the kiss. His hands stay on your face as he grins at you, watching your lips move as you speak. “Lay down and let me give you a back massage, please?” 
“Okay, angel,” he breathes, sitting back on the bed. You help him remove his belt and slacks and he lays on his stomach against the clean sheets. He turns his head to look at you. “You know that I do feel proper taken care of with you, you make me the happiest man on the fuckin’ planet.” 
You give him a big smile, taking one of his hands and kissing the back of it—something you frequently do to show Matty just how much you love him. When you do it, you think back to that first time in his office when he sweetly kissed each of your knuckles as he held your hand, showing his devotion to you. It makes you smile every time.
“I like when you do that, you’re so cute.” He smiles and you playfully scrunch up your nose. He’s got no idea what your reasoning for it is, but you know he’d melt if you told him. Maybe one day. 
“Cute?” You let out an exaggerated gasp and he gently slaps your knee, making you laugh again. “Cutest one in the room is you.” 
“Honey, if you don’t give me that damn back massage right now I’m putting my clothes back on. Feel s’exposed.” 
“Alright, alright.” You reach for your nightstand drawer (yes, yours) to get a fancy rose-smelling oil you bought recently. 
“This oil kind of smells like roses, hope you don’t mind.” It brings you back to the bouquet of fresh white roses in the vase on the kitchen counter. He brings flowers home to you almost every week and you don’t understand how someone can love you so much. You don’t understand it, but you’ve let him grow on you like vines, blooming with love and dedication.
“I’ll just smell like you then, that’s fine,” he says nonchalantly and you snort. Matty is never bothered by the lingering smell of you on his sheets and his clothes. You could drench him in your essence and he’d still be begging, pleading for more. 
“Speaking of roses, I just love the ones out in the kitchen.” You place a couple drops of the oil on your palm, then rub both of your hands together to coat your hands with it. “Love when you bring me flowers.” As you begin to massage his lower back, you press a kiss on his spine and he hums. 
“As long as I have you, pretty girl, you’ll always have flowers.” 
“You’re too sweet,” you mumble against his skin. 
“Yeah, a sweet little old man, huh?” His voice echoes through his body and you feel it against your lips. You lift your head, rolling your eyes even though he can’t even see it. 
“Oh stop, you’re not even old. I call you old man as an endearing term. And because you’ve practically made yourself into one,” you giggle, but it turns into an uncontrollable yawn. 
“You tired, baby?” Matty props himself up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder. His bottom lip juts out when he sees your tired eyes. You nod in response, knowing you can’t hide it from him. 
He turns around and sits on his heels, kissing you. “Let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” 
Later that night you find yourself back in the arms of your boyfriend, who’s fully dedicated to returning the love and relaxation you gave him. He just has a different way of doing so. And he really couldn’t help himself after taking a hot shower with you. 
His fingers run through your wet folds, brushing your clit and circling your entrance as you begin to relax. He whispers praises as he plays with your pussy, lulling you to sleep with tender kisses on your neck. 
“Such a perfect little girl f’me,” he breathes, “I know you’re tired, sweetheart, it’s okay. Go on to sleep.” His other arm is wrapped protectively around your shoulders, holding you flush to his side as his hand strokes your cheek. “Let Daddy take care of you now, baby.” 
You whine, turning your head a bit to nuzzle your face into his neck. His facial hair is a familiar dull scratch against your face. His touch relaxes you, bliss coursing through your veins as he slowly brings you closer to the edge. “Matty,” a soft moan rips from your throat. 
“Shhh, that’s it, want you to turn that little mind off. Don’t need it anyway, yeah? I know what’s best for you, honey.” He kisses your temple as he finally plunges two fingers into you, the pad of his thumb brushing your clit as he stretches you out. The relief you feel is heavenly, moans spilling out of your mouth and into his warm skin. You grind down on his fingers, not caring how pathetic you look. 
He plays with you under the waistband of your panties, not even bothering to undress you completely before taking what’s his. Your hard nipples poke through your flimsy tank top, making Matty lower his freehand to bunch up the cotton, exposing your bare tits. “Can’t believe you’re mine—love you so much.”
You mewl, arching your back a bit. His hand is soaked from your arousal, fingers making you feel so full. “Yours…” 
He chuckles, rubbing a calloused thumb over your right nipple. “That’s right, pretty baby. All mine.” You let out a loud moan into his neck and he slows but deepens his pace in response, hellbent on making you truly feel him. “My dirty little girl.”
You nod deliriously, tired but relaxed and filled with pleasure (and Matty’s thick fingers). He really is trying to make you sleepy. “Wanna cum, please,” you plead, voice airy. It’s all too much; sleep won’t arrive until he lets you cream all over his hand.
“You wanna cum, huh? Need Daddy to make your brain leak through this sweet fuckin’ cunt?” He finally speeds up his pace again, sick of the teasing. 
“Yesyesyes, I’ve been a good girl. Please, Daddy!” His hand resting on your shoulder comes down to roll a nipple between his fingers. You’re reduced to a whining and squirming mess.
His thumb starts rapidly circling your aching clit, fingers curling upwards inside you, grazing against that soft spot. “Cum, sweet girl, then m’gonna have to fuck you to sleep, shit.” 
You gush all over his fingers, shoving your face in his neck as your legs shake from pleasure. “Thank you—mm, fuck—thank you,” you babble incessantly, gazing up at him through your lashes like he was some sort of Messiah, like he created the ground you walk on with his bare hands. 
You’re completely and utterly devoted to Matty. You always will be. With him, you’re not afraid of anything at all. 
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sugar-coat-it · 3 months
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Matty helping you deepthroat him <3
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Aka: Matty having a power trip over you choking on how big he is and wiping your tears and petting your hair and and and
Fem! Reader
Contains: Oral sex (M receiving), gagging on big dick Matty lol, looots of praise, dirty talk, Matty being a cocky bastard, reader tearing up while giving head
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Frustrated about her gag reflex, reader asks Matty to guide her through deepthroating him
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Don’t choke. You can do it. 
This is what you tell yourself as you dip your head down further, slowly trying to take more of your boyfriend’s generous length in your mouth. Desperate to please, as usual, you eagerly want to try taking him all the way down your throat tonight. Matty watches you with heavily lidded eyes as he holds your hair back to get a perfect view of you sucking him off. Whispers of praise and obscenities spill from his lips, he doesn’t even try to filter himself. 
“God, that mouth of yours was just made for my cock, huh?” he says, biting at his lip as he rubs his thumb affectionately at the base of your neck.
Contradicting his filthy talk with gentle touches is so earnestly Matty, it makes your heart swell. Unfortunately, the moment is cut short the second the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Your eyes go wide as your throat constricts, panic settling in your veins as you rush to pull off of him and go right into a coughing fit. You curse through gritted teeth as your own body sabotages you. Immediately, Matty is reaching out with alarm, sitting up ramrod straight. 
“Woah, fuck’s sake, you alright?” Matty frowns, wiping the saliva that has dripped down your chin while holding your cheek. 
You nod at him, waving off his concern as your coughing subsides. You can’t seem to meet his gaze at the moment, and he notices the look on your face, a tension in your expression that only comes from frustration. Matty searches your eyes, trying to read you as he thumbs over your cheek softly, waiting for you to say something.
“... Does it bother you that I can’t take you all the way?” you ask, your voice uncharacteristically small as you finally meet his eyes.
Matty’s brows raise in surprise at your question, then he scoffs like what you just said was preposterous, reaching to grab your hand and squeeze it. 
“What? No, of course it doesn’t. Don’t want you to hurt yourself for the sake of sucking my dick, babe,” he says, running his thumb over your knuckles.
“I know, but I really want to try again. Do you think you could… guide me through it?” you suggest, tilting your head at him in that way that gets his heart thrumming against his chest. How could he say no to you?
He hesitates for a moment, clearly not wanting you to push yourself too far, but he also knows you know your own limits, and he would never try to tie you down. His mind wanders, and Matty’s cock twitches at the thought of easing your mouth down his shaft, him talking you through it till he’s down your throat. That settles it.
“Well, yeah, I can. But the second you feel like you want to tap out, you do it, understand?” he replies sternly, raising an eyebrow at you.
He knows how you get, always eager to please, but he will not have you feeling uncomfortable on his watch. You nod quickly, smoothing your hands out over his thighs with a smile pulling at your lips at how your boyfriend dotes on you. Batting your lashes at him, you start to lower yourself again and he just smiles at you, bringing a hand to the back of your head. A low groan rumbles in his throat as you start kitten licking at his slit, kissing at the tip of his cock while looking up at him with those siren-call eyes of yours. 
“My beautiful girl,” he mutters, caressing the side of your face gingerly. 
You always look so perfect like this to him, so vulnerable. The fact that his sweet girl is so eager to deepthroat him and make him feel good just has adoration pulling at his heartstrings. You hum happily at his sugary praise, dipping your head down further as you wrap your lips around him, graciously swallowing the salty pearls of precum. He’s weighty in your mouth, even just the tip of him heavy on your tongue. He moans wantonly the moment you hollow your cheeks around him, pretty pink lips tight around his shaft. Matty’s eyes are clouded with lust as he watches you begin sinking your head down, encouragingly petting your hair. 
“Look at you… atta girl, you can do it,” he says softly, keeping a close eye on your expression, making sure you don’t look uneasy, “Go slow, love.”
You breathe through your nose deeply, using that trick where you close a fist around your thumb to suppress your gag reflex. You can’t remember where you learned it, but you silently thank whoever taught you as Matty’s cock kisses the back of your throat. Your brows furrow with concentration, letting your eyes flutter shut. Matty’s stare is burning, you can feel it on you as he gently pushes some of your hair behind your ear, carding his fingers through your locks. He gasps, marveling at you as you take more of him than ever before. 
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Matty whispers breathily, tilting his head back against the headboard with a satisfied grunt. 
You can feel your throat threaten to constrict, making you pause your movements. You quickly look up at him with doe-eyes, tears brimming your bottom lashes as you try not to gag. Matty coos at you, holding your cheek.
“Aw, baby, is it too big for you?” he pouts. His voice is sweetly sympathetic, too sweet to be fully sincere.
You can tell part of him is enjoying watching you struggle to take him, it strokes his ego in a way. You whine around him pathetically, one of your hands tightening in the sheets while you fight the urge to pull away. You squeeze your fingers around your thumb hard, trying to ease your sensitivity as some tears trail down your cheeks. Only a bit of him is left, but it feels so daunting. Matty reaches to wipe your tears tenderly, dominance simmering deep inside him at the sight of you.
“I know… I know, sweet thing. Not used to taking so much cock, hm? This is what sucking off a real man is like,” he says, now clearly having a proper power trip over this whole scenario. 
You narrow your eyes at him for a moment, not sure whether to be ticked off by his arrogance or turned on by it. Seeming to have repressed choking on him for the moment, you let your eyes flutter shut as you dip down hurriedly, forcing your head down. Your nose presses to his pelvis, a bit of course, dark hair tickling at the tip of your nose. Excitement thrums in your veins as you realize that you’ve done what you set out to do, eyes snapping open eagerly as Matty moans lowly at the sight of you. He fists at the sheets to restrain himself from bucking up into your tight, wet mouth. 
“Fuuuck, that’s a good girl, knew you could do it,” Matty admires, smiling at you lazily with adoration twinkling in his eyes, “Feels nice? Having my cock down your throat?”
Pride swells up inside your chest as you nod at him, practically salivating at the sound of his praise. To let yourself breathe, you pull yourself up from his lap, almost tackling him to press an enthusiastic kiss to his lips. Matty giggles against your mouth, ruffling your hair adoringly at your excitement. 
“Did it, Matty,” you croon, a dopey smile on your face as you bury yourself in his neck, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of him, slowly pumping his dick.
“I know, I saw, sweet girl. Looked so pretty like that for me- fuck,” Matty gasps, hips rocking up into your fist wantonly. 
He groans deeply, cock throbbing in your hand as you give him a sudden tight squeeze. Matty’s hands ghost up your spine, making you shiver as he feels each bone beneath his feather-light touch.  
“You gonna let me cum down your throat now?” Matty purrs in your ear.
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man-im-so-high · 20 days
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matty is just so boyfriend material
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toomuchracket · 2 months
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and this is how it starts (flatmate!matty x reader smut)
this is quite literally day 1 of the relationship. like, condom-gate was mere hours ago lmao. also, someone said just thinking about flatmate matty and girlie literally just after condom gate and they're sitting on the couch and she's just kissing his neck and making out and he gets all flustered n floaty cos he's waited for this for so long 😕 maybe she teases him for getting hard so quickly and it's just sweet, i love them <3 so it's a bit of that too. enjoy <3
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matty's not totally sold on the idea of there being a heaven, but his reasoning against it is weakening with every passing second. after all, what else could the situation he's in right now be, sprawled on the living room sofa with you on his lap and your lips connected? there's no other way of describing it.
he doesn't give a shit about description right now, though. or responsibility, or even time itself. all matty cares about is kissing you, softly moving his hands to rest in previously uncharted places on your body, and getting you to make those little whimpers that draw all the blood from his brain and redirect it to his dick. your hands weave into each other's hair, and an instinctive tug from matty has you pulling back and whining his name. he goes to pout at the removal of your lips from his own, but then you grind down harder onto him and drop your head into the crook of his neck; your lips meet the soft skin of matty's neck, and he can't stop the gasp that rips from his throat (or the hardening in his sweatpants).
holy fuck. in the many (many) dreams matty’s had about your lips, not once has he ever dreamt about them in this location. 
what a twat he is.
another choked noise leaves his mouth as your tongue joins the party, and yet another follows when you moan into his skin at the way he clutches desperately at your hips. before he knows it, you're kissing him again, licking into his mouth with such intensity he's half-convinced you're trying to eat him. and he'd let you - his brain and heart have already been consumed by you, after all. why not let you devour him completely?
your teeth sink into matty's lower lip as if you might, and he whines; you giggle against him, and switch your lips back to his neck before repeating the bite, albeit softer on the delicate skin, pulling another wanton moan from him. the pain turns to pleasure in his nerves and ricochets throughout his body so hard that he feels his dick jump, despite the haze of pleasure clouding his senses and brain capacity.
judging by the way you gasp and grind down impossibly further onto your boyfriend, you feel it too. he's aware of your lips peeling from him, and then suddenly your beautiful face appears in his eyeline - your eyes and hair are wild, your lips are swollen from, well, use, and you've never looked more enticing than now. then you smile, and matty has to retract his previous statement. “i didn't know you were so into neck kissing, matthew.”
he's not sure if it's the use of his full name (chiding, teasing, patronising) or the glint in your eye (seldom seen, slightly manic, so fucking flirty) that does it, but matty feels his cheeks flood with colour and heat. you lightly run your thumb across one with a satisfied hum, and matty momentarily forgets how to breathe; when the palm of your hand brushes his throat on its way down to rest on his chest, he almost shuts down completely. but he quickly recovers enough to speak shyly. “isn’t everyone?”
“yeah, but, baby,” you roll your hips slowly against his, groaning quietly as you do, and whisper directly in his ear. “it just got you so fucking hard.”
christ.
matty says as much as he throws his head back against the sofa, and you giggle. he cracks one eye open to look at you, all happiness-glowy and dishevelled in his t-shirt, and he can't help but smile bashfully. “don’t take the piss, sweetheart.”
“i'm not!” you laugh, then smirk. “well, maybe a little bit.”
“fucking knew it,” matty lightly smacks your ass, grabbing the soft flesh and using it as leverage to rock your hips against his. “mocking me for a normal reaction to a kiss in an erogenous zone, you minx.”
“ooh, big word.”
“i’ll smack you again, i mean it.”
“do your worst,” you grin, circling your hips. “although i'll be surprised if you can focus with that - oh, fuck,” your voice trails off into a moan as matty grins and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking a bruise into the lightly-perfumed skin and soothing it with his tongue.
he smirks as he pulls back to admire his work; for all he's dreamed about marking you up as his like this, nothing comes even remotely close to the real thing. “seems to me like someone can't take it as well as she can give it,” matty coos, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your pouty lips. “that right, baby?”
without breaking eye contact, you flick your tongue against the pad of his thumb - when you hear matty's breath hitch, you slowly slide your lips onto the digit, down to the knuckle, tongue still flicking around it. he swears under his breath, dick harder than he thinks it's ever been, other hand clutching so hard at your ass that he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised. somewhere deep in matty’s mind, there's a little part of him wracked with guilt at the thought of hurting you, sweet, beautiful you, but that part is far overshadowed by just how badly he wants to be inside you right now.
thankfully, you seem to want that too; you release his thumb with a pop and a connecting string of spit, and look doe-eyed at him. he’s not sure if he's ever seen anything so erotic on his life.“no. i can take it, matty.”
something shifts in the air when you say that - it's as if the molecules have gotten heavier, dropping a delicious tension into the atmosphere and knocking all flirty banter to the ground. you're so close he can see himself reflected amidst the desire in your eyes. so close that your breath mingles with his own, hot in the crisp autumn air. so close, and, for the first time, so available for him to touch.
and, god, does he want to touch you.
“you can take it?” matty asks, caressing your cheek and smiling when you nod. “now?”
“please.”
matty groans. “you'll kill me, sweetheart,” he quickly kisses you, smiling into your lips when you moan. “let me take you to bed and you can show me how well you take it, yeah?”
you pout. “wanna stay here.”
“so do i. but we need to go and get a condom, darlin.”
“don't worry,” you lean back slightly and pull the t-shirt over your head in a way matty can only liken to unwrapping a present; he swears when he sees the lacy black bra you're wearing, your tits threatening to spill over its scalloped trim. when you see him looking at your chest, you grin. “like my bra?”
“very much.”
“good. been saving it for you - you know, in case we ever… got to this stage in our relationship.”
matty blinks as the realisation settles in his mind and body. he's so turned on it's almost painful. “really? fuck, baby, that's so hot.”
you shrug bashfully. “got a whole drawer full of pretty underwear i only want you to see. been thinking about this for a while. which reminds me,” you reach into your bra and pull out a small foil square, and hold it up triumphantly. “no need to go to bed!”
matty laughs slightly deliriously. “you had a condom down your bra the whole time? fuck, you really want me, don't you?”
“on this couch, specifically,” you lean in to softly kiss his neck again, then drag your tongue up to whisper in his ear. “dreamt about riding you on it since the day i moved in.”
shit.
his hips buck up at the mere thought, eliciting whines from both of you. “wanna make your dream come true - need it, darlin, need you.”
“fuck,” your hands scramble to pull matty's t-shirt over his head, then pull his face to your own for a searing kiss. it doesn't last long, though, with you soon pulling back to guide matty's hands to the clasp of your bra; he catches on to your ideas quickly, undoing the thing with ease and sliding the bra from your body, while you clumsily balance on one knee at a time to get your panties off. matty huffs out a laugh when you roll your eyes and leave the underwear to dangle on your left calf, and you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “what?”
“nothing, you're just cute - sit up for me, darlin, so i can lift my hips, thanks,” he replies, shimmying his sweatpants down with a shit-eating grin. “so impatient to fuck me that you can't even properly take your underwear off.”
you raise your eyebrows and tear the condom packet open with your teeth. matty feels his eyes roll back into his head when you finally touch him, pumping his dick three times before rolling the condom onto him - you hum happily at the weight of him in your soft hand. “i don't think i'm the impatient one here, babe.”
you're not wrong. still, disagreeing gives him a perfect excuse to rile you up with a touch, too. “no?” matty tilts his head, sliding a hand across your thigh and between your legs; before you can react, he slides a finger along your slit, catching the sticky arousal and dipping into your dripping cunt. your reaction - a shaky whimper - is incredible, almost as incredible as matty's realisation that it’s him who got you into this state. “oh, baby.”
he smiles when you whine his name, but it drops in favour of a gasp when you replace his finger in your folds with the head of his dick. without breaking eye contact, you gasp too. “matty, can i…?”
“please, angel,” matty moans, hands trailing up to squeeze your tits before returning home to your hips. “put me inside.”
“okay,” you all but whisper. a beautiful smile crosses your face, the sun breaking through clouds. “i love you.”
the way you say that, so giddy… matty thinks his heart could honestly burst. he gently cups your jaw with both hands. “i love you too.”
you giggle, and matty feels your cheeks heat up. “i'm glad i get to love you openly now.”
“me too, darlin,” matty kisses you slowly, passionately, but so sweetly; he wants you to be able to feel how much he loves you through his lips. he pulls back just enough to speak clearly, foreheads still touching. “wanna be even closer to you.”
“hold my hips, then, please,” you murmur against him, smiling and kissing him again when he obliges. shuffling around on your knees for a second, you line matty up with yourself, and slowly begin to sink down onto him. the feeling is mind-blowing for both of you, it seems - matty makes a choked groan at how tight you are, and you whimper as he stretches you further with every bit of him you slowly take. “matty.”
he responds with a moan of your name, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while you take him to the hilt with a series of dazed blinks. despite the pleasure already clouding his brain, matty touches your face in concern. “you feeling alright, darlin?”
“yeah. just full.”
“need a second?”
you nod. “sorry, baby.”
“no, not at all. feels amazing like this, anyway,” he strokes your cheek, relishing the way you melt into his touch. “knew you'd look fucking gorgeous on top.”
at that, you clench around him - he's not even sure you're aware of it, but he has to focus very hard on keeping himself from moving inside you - and speak again. “have you thought about this a lot?”
matty nods, trailing his hand down to your chest. “oh yeah.”
“so have i,” you smile, humming contentedly when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger - when he leans forward to take the bud into his mouth, you whine. “fuck, can i move now?”
“yeah,” matty moans around your tit, before pulling away and leaning back against the sofa. “ride me, angel.”
the sentence hasn't even fully left his mouth before you're obliging; the words trail into a raspy groan as you slowly pull yourself up and sink back down. his eyes want to close from the overwhelming pleasure of you fucking him, but he keeps them open because the sight of you like this is too incredible to miss even a second of. matty has no idea how many times he's dreamt of you doing exactly this to him, alone in his bedroom or hotel or tour bus bathroom, but every single fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing. after all, he couldn't have imagined the way your jaw trembles and your eyelids flutter every time he bottoms out inside you, sending an accomplishment high through his body that makes him feel better than any substance he's ever tried.
he has imagined the way your tits would bounce as you speed up your own bouncing on him. again, though, reality is so much better - not once in his dreams did you whine a plea while he tentatively touched them, or cry his name and clench around him in response to him pinching your nipples. the slight pain spurs you on, makes your hips move faster and wilder and matty's contract in pleasure, and he makes a mental note to remember the effect it has on you for future reference. 
like he'd ever forget any of this. matty’s never felt so good in his fucking life.
when he tells you as much, you beam, and speed up yet again. oh. matty smirks as best he can through the intense pleasure. “you like it when i tell you how good you are, darlin?”
“mhmm,” you nod shyly, adorably incongruous with the way you're slamming your hips down to meet matty's. “wanna be perfect for you.”
fuck. “you are, sweetheart. my perfect girl,” matty sits up to kiss you, and you whimper into his mouth at the slight change in angle of him inside you. he smiles, switching his lips to your neck. “what else do you want, gorgeous?”
“want - oh, fuck - want you to touch me,” before matty even has the chance to respond, you suck his right thumb into your mouth again and lead it to your clit. “wanna cum.”
and who the fuck is he to deny you what you want, especially after seven years of also wanting to make you do just that?
“alright, darlin,” matty smiles, jaw dropping at the way you tighten impossibly further around him as he starts working little circles into your clit. “shit, that feels good.”
“yeah?”
he nods. “keep going, angel. actually, just use me to get yourself off. whatever you need to do.”
your eyes widen. “really?”
“really. wanna see you cum for me,” matty lightly bites the inside of your tit. “used to make myself cum thinking about you falling apart on top of me like this.”
a glint of something flickers in your eyes, something matty can't quite name. “so, if i cum,” you breathily begin, still rocking your hips. “you'll cum too?”
“pretty much, yeah.”
you smirk. “alright.”
with that, you brace your arms behind you on matty's thighs, using them as leverage to fuck him as hard as you possibly can. he gasps, nerves beginning to tingle with the orgasm he's been both holding off and craving for a while now, climax creeping closer with every bounce of your hips and tits; he's mesmerised by you, your beautiful body practically shaking above him as you ride your way to ecstasy, and whines of his name and various swear words and “don't stop touching me, please” pouring from your perfect lips.
matty does as he's told, thumb staying put on the bundle of nerves between your thighs. remembering his mental note from earlier, he brings his free hand down on your ass and kisses away the cry you let out on impact. “come on, sweetheart,” he coos against your mouth. “give in. cum for me, my love, let go for me. make me feel good.”
he leans back to look at you - you look utterly fucked, eyes heavy and teary, jaw slack and lips swollen, but you're so beautiful. when you look at him (probably just as fucked-looking, to be honest), you smile sweetly, but it soon drops off your face as you rush ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. “matty,” you whimper, voice cracking from overuse. “i'm gonna cum.”
no four words have ever sounded better to him. matty holds your face with his free hand; you nuzzle into it, and a wave of love washes over him. “do it, angel.”
your head drops onto his shoulder as your hips fall out of rhythm, and you cry into his neck as your body jerks in ecstasy. matty cries, grabbing your ass and leaning back so he can fuck up into your pulsing cunt as his own orgasm hits. he holds you flush against him as he cums into the condom, then lets you gently flop down as you both recover with panting breaths.
matty's so hazy from pleasure that it takes him a minute to register the chaste kisses you're planting on his neck - you lift your head when he giggles breathily, smiling so widely he's sure your face must hurt. “hi matty.”
“hi, baby,” he kisses your nose. “i love you.”
“love you too,” you give him a little smooch. “loved that.”
“fuck, so did i,” matty sighs, grinning at you. “you're really fucking good at that.”
“only cos it's you i was fucking,” you giggle. “my need to make you feel good outweighed the burning in my thighs. would've tapped out, otherwise.”
matty rubs the offending body part. “will you let me take care of you in return, then? after you've endured the pain and climbed off me so i can get rid of the condom, that is.”
you nod, hissing as you pull yourself off matty's dick and flop onto the couch beside him. he kisses you quickly before he stands, slightly shakily, and removes and ties off the condom; you protest when he places it on the coffee table. “matthew!”
“what? i put it on a coaster. and i'm not leaving it there!”
“still! i don't want used condoms on my good coffee table, even if it's us that's used them,” you stare at him for a second, and then collapse into giggles. “new flat rule?”
matty cackles. “all condoms put in the bin immediately after use. right, hold it for a second, then - and don't give me that face, it was inside you!” he sighs as he bends down and scoops you - holding the condom between your thumb and index finger, mildly disgusted - up bridal-style into his arms. your face softens when he kisses your head as he carries you down the hall. “fancy a bath? it'll help your legs.”
“only if you come in with me.”
he hums, nudging the bathroom door open and setting you down on your shaky legs; you chuck the condom in the bin. “i like the sound of that.”
“good,” you lean up to kiss him. “now please leave the room.”
“what? why?”
“because,” you say, turning the bath's hot tap on. “i need to piss. in peace.”
matty pouts overdramatically. “but i don't want to leave you.”
“out, healy,” you point at the door as matty giggles; you kiss his cheek as he leaves, though. “bring a bottle of wine in when you come back?”
“glasses, too? or just share the bottle?”
you scoff. “you were just inside me, and now you're worried i have germs?”
he laughs. “i love you.”
“i love you, too.”
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lewisyellowhelmet · 7 months
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summary: matty doesn't go to his own house after the show. he goes to hers.
By the time Matty arrives, she’s almost asleep. 
In some pre-dream she’d heard the front door open, rooms away. A moment of guilt for not having left the hallway light on. She can see her spare key next to the one for his own big house. Pearl doesn’t open her eyes, willing sleep to come anyway, despite the distraction. She can hear him opening the kitchen cabinets, the sound of liquid into a glass. She can imagine his fingers curved around the wine bottle, the rich redness of it. The ringing sound of him setting it on the counter. She’s watched him pour it so many times, the same easy movement, the way he wets his lips as if he can already taste the acidity. 
The patio door sliding open, his footsteps closer now, just in the next room. She can almost smell the cigarette smoke, a memory curling around her nose. She wrinkles it. She can taste it on her breath, the harsh scent of it. She wonders if he has pulled the second chair around, the one she sits beside him on. If he’s used it to put his feet on, if they’re sore from the show, jumping around. There’s a stranger in her house, using her things, drinking her wine, moving furniture like he belongs here. She feels no fear. Something like comfort is settling around her heart, making space in her chest. It’s enough just to know he’s close. 
Sleep is edging closer, the longer he stays away from the bedroom. She can feel his presence, the promise of his limbs tangled with hers. It soothes her, a heavy hand stroking over her body. A dreamscape beckons. She doesn’t hear Matty open the patio door again, the slide of it, close it behind himself. Numbed by sleep. Only when a shape leans over, her name is spoken, cold fingers brush hair out of her face, does she awaken again. 
  “Pearl,” he’s just said, “are you awake?”
  “No,” she mumbles, but doesn’t turn away from his hand as it skips over her cheek bone, a thumb over her mouth, feeling her speak. 
  “Can I sleep in your bed?” He asks. 
  She wonders what he would do if she said no, rolled over, tugged the covers up around her chin. Pearl keeps her eyes shut when she says, yeah. 
  He doesn’t bother walking around to the other side, just starts pulling things out of his pockets and finding space to leave them on the side table, keys, his phone, a lighter, three pound. The coins clank together. She opens her eyes when he starts unbuttoning his shirt, fingers skimming over the white material. His head his bowed, dark hair over his face. She reaches out to tug the shirt out of his waistband, feel the fabric between her fingertips. She can feel the tense in his stomach as he breathes in, the release as he breathes out. Matty shrugs out of the shirt, leaves it crumpled on the floor. His hands go to his belt, unzip, and she pulls her hand back to the safety of the bed, begins to shift back to the middle of the mattress, start to make space for him. 
His body is chilly as it slides in beside her. Aligns to the shape of her. She squeaks at his cold hands on her ribs, her spine. 
  “You’re so warm, share it with me,” Matty whines, cold nose nuzzling into her neck. The smell of smoke pervades her clean sheets. 
  “You’re freezing,” she groans, attempting to peel him off her, but he clings like a child. He’s stronger than her. 
  “Stop moving,” he tells her, half a laugh, holding her down so she can’t wriggle away. She’s giggling, enjoys the play fight. 
  They don’t talk about the gig. They don’t talk about the thousands in attendance. They don’t talk about what happened in New York. 
  Instead, he whispers about how warm she is, curling his hand in her hair. Pearl still feels the pull of sleep, it’s hard to keep her eyes open. She wants to ask him what the time is, but is afraid to know. His leg is in between hers. She wants to take her pyjamas off so she can feel his skin. He’s kissing her head now, his mouth on her hair, then her forehead, a gentle graze of his lips over her eyebrow, the very tip of her nose. 
  “Darling girl,” he says, the rasp of his voice. She can hear how worn out it is. A world tour will do that. 
  “Here I am,” she murmurs, tilts her head back so he can access her whole face, kiss her cheek, her jaw, her chin. 
  “Here you are,” Matty echoes, something reverent. He breathes against her mouth. Her hand flattens against his chest. She can imagine he curling lines of ink under her clean palm. 
  “Do you have work in the morning?” He asks. 
  “Is it a weekday?”
 “Don’t be mean,” he whines, nips at her nose, “I’m just a silly pop star, remember?”
 “Mmm,” she hums, her fingers skating up to his collarbone, the line of his throat. He keeps looking at her mouth. 
  “Yes, I have work,” Pearl says, as he runs the tip of his finger over her eyelashes. His thigh is pressing up into the crux of her body. Just a suggestion. 
  “I’ll make the coffee,” he promises. 
  “I only have oat milk.” 
  “I’ll survive.” 
He’s kissing the lobe of her ear, the pulse in her neck. Her lips feel cold from the lack of attention. When he speaks she can feel it vibrating on her skin, like he’s pressing the words into her. A scarring. 
  His big hand is on her stomach, fingertips slipping into the waist of her pyjamas. Her body sparks. 
  “Is it very late?” She asks, finally getting the nerve. She doesn’t know what the cut off time is. If it’s after two would she stop this? After three? Is there a line?
  “Do you really want to know?” Matty says, but withdraws his hand, leaves it on her hip. 
  “Maybe not.” 
  “I’ll make the coffee really strong,” he says. 
  “Is it that bad?” 
He laughs, a quiet, secret one that makes her smile, “It’s not good.” 
   Maybe it’s close to dawn. Make the light will peek through the curtains soon. Matty is smiling at her, eyes glinting, and she’s smiling at him. She does’t care what the time is. Pearl takes his hand from her hip, lays it over her breast. Matty breathes in, his fingers already scrabbling with the buttons of her pyjama shirt so he can get inside it, under it, his palm a warm pressure over her nipple. His thigh presses up between her legs. 
  “Can you help me get undressed,” she whispers, shifting onto her back. Matty is so quick to follow her he almost falls. 
  “Yes, of course,” he tells her, up onto his knees, throwing off the covers. The cold is sudden, her body revealed to the night air. Made worse by Matty helping her out of her top, her nipples hardening. He takes his time with her pants, following the retreating material with his mouth, kissing down her thighs, under her knees, the muscle of her calves. His eyes drag over her when she’s naked, and she wriggles under them. 
  “I’m cold,” she tells him. 
  “Let me look for a second,” Matty says. 
  “It’s too dark to even see anything.” 
  “I can see,” he says, his voice heavy. Pearl feels a bit like a painting, an art piece. Laid still underneath him for his viewing pleasure. 
  “You want me to warm you up?” He asks, shifting her so he can get between her legs, still in his underwear, black material clinging to the hard line of him. It makes her dizzy that she can get him like that just from being naked. Just from him looking at her. 
  “Yeah,” she says, her hands folded over her chest. He picks them up, brings them to his mouth, encased in his. He breathes hot air into the opening of her fingers, like he’s coaxing a fire. Pearl watches, enraptured. 
  When he lifts his head from their hands, he’s smiling, a curl fallen out from where it was safely tucked behind his ear to lie against the line of his cheek. 
  “Thank you,” she says. 
  “All warmed up?”
  She shakes her head, loose hair rustling on the pillow. Matty frowns, over dramatic. 
  “No? Where else are you cold?” 
  She blushes, but twitches her hips. Matty’s face lights up. 
  “Oh, yeah?”
  “Mmmhmm.”
  “Let me see what I can do,” he assures her, rakes a hand through his hair. Pearl has a sudden memory of the first time they did this. A shitty apartment. The horrible way it snows in Manchester. The smell of weed. 
  His mouth is hot and wet on her, lavishes his attention. She squirms and pants, tugging on his hair. He’s easily guided. He knows what she’s going to ask for her before she gets the chance to say it. Harder. Lower. Slower. His big hands span her thighs, holding her open and steady for him. Her feet flex. She groans as he gets a finger inside her, two, crooks them towards himself. He shifts, pressure increasing, and she cries out. Matty is lying prone on the bed, and she can see how he’s grinding into the mattress when she lifts her head up
  “Do you wish that was me?” She asks, breathless. Matty looks up at her, fingers still pushing in and out. His mouth is shiny. He looks dazed.
  “So badly,” he says, nodding for too long. He seems overwhelmed by the experience, turns to sink his teeth into her thigh. 
  “It can be,” she tells me, and feels him groan into her. He turns his head, mouth dragging over where she’s wet and pink. Licks into her, over and over. Her orgasm is small but enough, her knees tight around Matty’s head, holding him there. He doesn’t stop until she yanks his head away, oversensitive, lifting his head up like a rag doll, black hair clumped around her fingers. He’s grinning. 
  “Again,” he says, voice raw. She laughs at him, her body warm and relaxed. 
  “Don’t be greedy.” 
He’s a pleasant weight as he crawls up her body, comes up to lie over her, supported on one elbow. She helps him out of his underwear, drags fingers over his hips, his ribs, the muscle of his shoulders. 
  “I love you so much,” he tells her, earnest and boyish. Pearl smiles, tucks his hair behind his years. Silver threads. 
  “I know you do.” 
He’s hot and thick against the opening of her. Matty seems to be satisfied with her answer, or chooses not to press it, reaches between them to help himself into her, a steady push that makes her eyes roll back. 
  “Fuck,” she says, wraps her arms around him to bring him low and close to her, his face in her neck as he finds a familiar rhythm. It makes her delirious. He’s saying nonsense against her jugular, shifting to bend one of her legs back against to her body, his hand under her knee, opening her up more for him. 
  “Is that good?” He pants, like he doesn’t know the answer every time is yes, yes, yes. Pearl reaches for his face, kissing him messily. He tastes like her, his tongue eager. 
  “Matty,” she gasps, when he gets a good angle, sat back on his heels, her legs in his hands as he fucks into her, his necklace sticking against the planes of his chest. 
  “I know,” he says, “I know, I know. You feel so good.” 
She wants to thrash and scream, settles for her a breathless sob and grabbing at his shoulders. He curls over her, forehead to forehead. She can taste his breath, hot air passed between them, lung to lung. 
  “I’m really close,” Pearl says, reaching between them to rub over where they meet. Matty knocks her hand away, does it himself, knows her body too easily. She can see how he’s working to keep the rhythm for her and not chase his own orgasm, his jaw loose and eyes glazed. 
  “Oh my god,” she cries, everything in her tightening. 
  “Do it, do it,” Matty is saying, “Let me see.”
She can hear him from very far away as she arches up into his embrace, held down by the weight of him, holding her safe and close as he fucks her through it. This orgasm is whole and overwhelming. Matty inside her and over her and around her. 
  She lies limp and lax when it’s over, one arm draped over him, gazing up at him in worship. Matty looks like he wants to eat her whole. 
  “Is it okay if I - ,” He starts, but she’s already urging him on.
  “Yes, yes, come in me. I want it.” 
  “Oh fuck,” he says, hastening, his movements urgent and rough, “Oh, fuck. You want it, you want it.” 
  “I want it so bad,” she tells him, wrapping her legs around him, holding his face in her hands. He looks young, his face blurring into every single time she’s had him like this, begging for her. Matty screws his eyes shut, mouth hanging open, his head heavy in her hands as he comes, fucking messily into her. 
Pearl feels sleep close at hand, even with Matty a boneless weight on her, still dripping out between her legs. 
  “Are you okay?” She whispers, her lips against his temple. The sweat is making them stick together. 
  “Yeah,” he says against her throat, “Just resting. Are you?” 
  “Sleepy,” she says, fingers careful at the base of his spine. He gets ticklish there. 
He seems to draw his energy together, willing his muscles to work, before he gets up, fumbles his way to the bathroom. He returns with a damp face cloth and her full water bottle. 
  “How romantic,” Pearl teases him, even as he drops the cloth unceremoniously on her belly and takes a long swallow from her bottle before he passes it to her. He waits for her to clean herself before he takes the cloth, throws it back towards the bathroom where Pearl hears it land on the tiled floor. 
This time, when Matty gets in bed beside her, he’s warm, fitting his body around hers. The duvet is almost too hot now. Her breathing is still unsteady. 
  “Don’t let me snooze the alarm,” Pearl tells him, her spine curved to his chest. Matty presses his mouth to her bare shoulder, a lazy kiss. 
  “I won’t.” 
  “Remember you’re making the coffee.”
  “I remember.” 
Sleep is an old friend, willing her towards it. Her body feels overworked and exhausted. Matty is draped over her like a favourite blanket. 
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wiintring · 25 days
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cw: 18+ mdni !! smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, d word (oops), bad writing, degradation, matty’s kinda mean but he’s sweetie. let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: i’m so sorry if this is absolute ass. i really liked this idea and i fear i just ruined it by writing this but it’s okay!! enjoy!
a new bed was something you had been dying for since moving in. sleeping on nothing but a mattress for the past week wasn’t horrible, but it was about time for a bed frame.
you had gone to your local home store and bought the bed expecting to be able to go home with it, but the employee told you to wait 3-4 days until it’s delivered to your apartment with someone to build it for you. now, you had no problem with that. getting out of doing all the hard work, why would you ever complain about that? the only issue was that you went expecting the handyman to be so… attractive.
he introduced himself as Matty with a thick english accent that had your knees weak. he came in and out of your apartment with all the different parts of your new bed. you were excited. for many reasons. one, you were finally getting a new bed. and two, the man building this new bad was the sexiest man you’d seen since living in this new city.
it was mid-july which meant it was scorching hot outside. you in nothing but an oversized band tee and shorts. and him in a white tank top that made his arms look glorious, and a pair of jeans which had his tools strapped onto the waistline.
“i’m gonna need to move this mattress out of here if you don’t mind” he finally spoke. your eyes shot up back to his face after realizing you were probably look at his arms for a little too long. you simply nodded asking if he needed any help in which he responded with a shake of his head.
you watched as he slid the mattress out of your room and into your living room. the way he held his lower lip between his teeth as he moved was captivating. you had to stop.
a few minutes had past now. he has been drilling screws into the side of your bed still biting his lip while doing so. so concentrated and sexy, you thought to yourself. you thought it might be nice to get him drink so you went to your kitchen and fixed up a cool glass of water.
“hey. got you some water if you maybe wanted to take a little break, it’s burning hot and you’ve been working so hard” you interrupted his work in a sweet tone. his eyes shot up to look at you holding out the glass to him. “thank you. appreciate it” he said with a wink, your fingers slightly brushing as he reached for the glass.
he couldn’t help but notice that you had put your hair up. he had been eyeing since he had gotten here not wanting to make it obvious. “i’m almost done here, just gotta screw in a few more nails and put the mattress and you’ll be good to go” he spoke after taking a sip. you were disappointed. you didn’t want him to leave. “oh, great! i’m so excited to try it out” you cheered with the slightest touch of seduction in your voice. he gave you a once-over at that. ‘try it out’ he would like to.
after a few more minutes of awkward conversation, he got back to work and before you knew it the bed was done. he’d come back out to the living room to tell you that he had finished and slid the mattress onto the frame. “alright, it’s all done now. go ahead try it out” he spoke condescendingly, mimicking what you had said earlier. you go to sit on the bed. “how is it” he asks. “why don’t you come try it out yourself” you say suggestively, patting the spot next to you. he eyes you up and down at that before going to sit down right next to you. “oh yeah! nice and stable, some of my best work” he laughs.
you place a hand on his shoulder, not wanting to be too suggestive as you thank him for his work. he goes to face you “ah please, it was no problem, it is my job after all. and getting to be around pretty girls like you is just a bonus.” you two stay like that for a bit. your hand on his shoulder, faces just inches apart. “you said this bed was really stable right, matty” you ask with a smirk. he nods “real stable.”
you move to straddle him and he places his hands on either sides of your waist. “how about we check to see how stable it is, hm” you breathe, mouths inches away from each other. he breaks the space between the two of you with a harsh kiss. all teeth and tongue.
matty has you pinned down to your brand new bed and completely bare in nothing but your panties before you even know it. “want you” you breathe again his lips as you pull away for air. matty quickly hops off of you and begins undressing himself. you stare intently at his toned stomach, littered by tattoos. your attention quickly dropping to the ‘we are kings’ tattoo sitting right on his hip bone. “where do you want me to start? your lips? your breasts? or maybe your sweet little pussy?”
“matty” you moan reaching for him. he grins, licking his lips as he crawls onto the bed, his eyes fixed on your body. he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the edge of your panties. “matty” you say once again begging for him to do something. matty chuckles, his voice low and husky “don't worry, princess. I'll make sure you scream my name. now spread those pretty little legs for daddy.”
you gasp at the pet name and at the name he’s created for himself before moving to spread your legs wider. matty groans, his mouth watering at the sight of your pussy. he slowly pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wetness “fuck, baby i’ve been wanting to do this since i walked through the door” he admits to with a groan.
you blush at his confession. satisfied knowing he had been wanting you just as badly as you had wanted him. “fuck stop teasing” you beg, raising your hips to get him where you needed him. matty smirks, pinning your hips down and leaning in to tease you even more “you want it? you got it.” he finally dives in, his tongue swirling around your clit and entering your tight hole.
you let a moan. it’s almost animalistic and a bit shameful. matty's eyes widen, loving the way you respond to his touch. “fuck, that's it. give it up for daddy.” he slides his fingers inside you, stretching you as he licks and sucks on your clit.
“oh fuck” you scream, probably way too loud for someone living on the second floor of an apartment complex but you couldn’t care less right now. matty's fingers pump in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit “that's it, princess. let it all out, i want to hear you moan my name.”
“matty” you scream but his movements come to a halt at that. he glares up at you with dark eyes “i said i want you to scream my name.” you were lost at first before you realized. “fuck- daddy” you scream continuously as he dives back into you with a wide smirk on his face.
matty chuckles, pleased with the sound of your voice “good girl, that’s it.” he picks up the pace, fingering you harder and sucking on your clit with more force. “matty im- i’m close fuck” you whine. he groans, his own arousal spiking at your words “cum for daddy, baby wanna you feel you fall apart on my mouth.” the band on your stomach snaps at his words, screaming as you cum on his tongue. matty's eyes lock onto yours as you climax, drinking in every moan and whimper you make. “fuck, i love hearing you like that, baby.” he continues to lap at your pussy, savoring the taste of your cum.
you softly push his head away “too much” you whimper. he looks up at you with a smirk “too much? really, princess?” he gives your pussy one last lick before standing up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “want you to fuck me” you beg looking up at him. matty grins, his cock already hard at the thought of being inside you “before that i want you to get on your knees and start sucking on this big dick.
you gasp at his harsh tone but quickly stand from your spot on the bed and sink down onto your knees. matty sits before you on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers. you slowly drag his underwear down his legs, mimicking the way he had been teasing you. you look up at him before licking his tip teasingly and quickly pushing him inside your mouth. matty groans as you take his cock into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair tightly.
“fuck yeah, that's it. suck daddy's dick like a good little slut.” you moan around his shaft continuing to suck. matty's hips begin to thrust forward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth as you suck him off. “mmmm, that's it. take all of daddy's big cock, baby. you're such a good cocksucker.” you feel tears brimming at the corners of your eyes as he harshly fucks your mouth. his movements become more forceful, fucking your throat with reckless abandon as he nears his release. his breathing becomes ragged, and he groans deeply, filling your throat with his cum as he reaches his climax.
you move your mouth off of him before swallowing his cum and sticking your tongue out to show him. “fuck, that was amazing. you're amazing, baby” he praises as he looks down at you. you smile at that standing back up on your feet. matty's eyes travel up and down your body, taking in the sight of his cum dripping from your chin as he wipes it on his finger and pushes it into your mouth. “i'm gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart.”
‘please’ you beg. matty smirks, grabbing your hips and pinning back onto the bed, hovering over you. “i'll do whatever the fuck i want to do, babe. and right now, i want to fuck your tight little pussy until you can't walk straight tomorrow.” you can’t help but let out a moan at that, putting both hand on his shoulders. he grabs your hips aligning his cock with your entrance. you both gasp as he quickly enters you, giving you some time to get used to his size. “fuck me, please” you beg quietly.
matty thrusts into you with a forceful grunt, burying himself deep within your wet heat “fuck, you're so tight. you were made for this, baby. made for daddy's cock” he praises moving to kiss you. he starts to pound into you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythmic crescendo of lust “you like that? you like daddy's big dick fucking you senseless? tell me what you want, baby” he breathes into your mouth. “want you to keep going. don’t stop. please-fuck” you moan out pathetically.
feeling your walls clenching around him, matty's pace quickens. he growls low in his throat as he slams into you harder and faster. “that's it. take daddy's cum, baby.”
“oh fuck! matty” you whimper feeling everything all at once. your cries mixed with matty's rough grunts. his hips pump violently as he drives deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “you like it rough, huh” he asks teasingly. kissing your neck definitely leaving a mark. “yes-yes daddy i like it rough” you cry out breathlessly.
matty's thrusts become even more brutal, his strong arms pulling you into him tightly. he's holding nothing back, determined to make you cum hard. “cum for daddy, baby. let it all out.”
your brain is mush, thoughts completely gone. everything is solely just matty. “fuck- i cant oh fuck” you finally cum. second orgasm of the night thanks to your handyman. feeling your body shudder and pulse around him, matty roars with delight. he slams into you one last time before letting go, his seed filling you up. “there it is. take it all, baby. such a slut for daddy's cum.”
he pulls out quickly as you hiss at the feel. he moves to lay next to you and you can’t help but laugh at the situation. “what’s funny” he asks confused. “the bed is really stable, nice job” she praises turning her head to look at him. he laughs at that turning to look back at her. “i told you it was some of my best work didn’t i?”
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cinomn · 13 days
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warnings: mature content. matty x fem!reader. does this even make sense? idk. yardman matty lol ;) i didn’t proofread omg
note: im so rusty sorry. also it’s just super blurbish as the story goes on. i’m done ignoring this blog (maybe).
you shuffled down the stairs. the sunlight was bright, streaming through every window you passed, no matter which side of the house you were on.
following the sounds of dishes rattling, you groaned your way into the kitchen and slid bonelessly into a chair at the bar. you threw a disdainful glance at the window, the persistent sound of someone mowing the lawn grating on your nerves.
"isn't it too early to be up? what time is it, anyway?" you asked, rubbing your palm over your eyes and blinking at your mother where she stood at the stove.
“you know it’s the yardman,” her voice lilting with good-natured sarcasm. she pulled a plate from the cupboard, "want some eggs while i'm dishing?"
you hummed, not really sure if your stomach was ready for food yet, but ended up nodding anyway. "okay."
your mother scooped a tall pile of scrambled eggs onto a plate, topped them with a piece of buttered toast that slid off the eggs. she slid it toward you. as soon as the scent of the breakfast wafted around you, your salivary glands kicked in, ravenous.
you’d shoveled several bites into your mouth, pausing to rip off pieces of cooling toast. “thank you for this," you mumbled around another mouthful of food.
your mother smiles, her wrinkles prominent and jutting in her skin. she pulls bottled water from the fridge, and quickly foils an egg sandwich placing it next to you. “who’s this for?” you pick up the sandwich, warm off the cool marble. “the yardman, he’s been working on the lawn since six.” you shoot her a petulant look letting the foiled food drop on the bar. your mother unties her apron pulling it off her neck. “give it to him will you? i’ll be back i have errands to run.”
you groan at your mother shoving more egg into your mouth sulking at the thought of having to step outside.
you slide the glass doors open, stepping onto the patio searching for the man. your father pays this man to landscape, garden and even clean the pool. you’ve caught glimpses of him here and there but you’ve never spoken to him. in hand is a dripping water bottle, the condensation leaks down your wrist onto your elbow and you wipe at it stepping bare onto the grass. you hear the sound of mowing still, this time near your side of the house where your room resides. you move through the grass peaking out from the corner of the house which shields you.
you see him there, pushing the lawnmower. he’s in a fitted tank top, tattoos galore they peak out from his chest littering his flexed arms. his overgrown curls are falling onto his face, and he lets out pants rubbing the sweat from his forehead onto his jeans. you hope he sees you and stops the mower as you’re not too keen on yelling over it. the man moves the mower closer to the clean patches of fresh grass that you occupy and quickly turns off the motor. you step closer to him awkwardly in your pajamas his food in hand.
“my mom made this for you,” you step closer to the man. he’s scanning your body for a long while until he speaks up. “thank you,” he clears his throat taking the items from your hand. when he takes the breakfast you wipe the last droplets off your arm, feeling exposed in your shorts. “um - yeah,” you gulp taking a step back. “you’re welcome.” you choke out backing away from the man’s gaze hopefully in the direction of the sliding door leading inside. you watch his lips turn into a crooked grin, twisting the bottle cap’s seal open.
“mom what’s his name anyway,” you snort out. your hand is cupping your chin in support as you look out the screen window. your mother is hunched over struggling to pull dinner out of the oven with mitts. she sighs asking you to set out a board to place the rotisserie on. “who hun?” you hop off the bar stool to rummage through the bottom cupboards for a board. you find a wooden one sliding it onto the marble in front of your mom as she places dinner on it to cool. she discards her mitts into the drawer, digging for cutlery. “the man that works on the yard,” you spit out trying to hide your embarrassment. you pick at your lips knawing at them raw. “i think it’s matthew? matty? maybe, i don’t know your father knows.” she shrugs stabbing into the chicken’s breast.
you nod releasing your lips from your teeth.
the next morning you awaken to the lul of the lawnmower. you scowl rolling out of bed and the sun meets you just as you push your curtains out of the way. you squint letting your eyes adjust to the man, he’s pushing the mower towards your window. he has sunglasses on today, and you’re confused as to why he’s mowing the lawn for the second time this week. you bang on your window catching his attention as he continues trudging the mower across the grass with a grin.
you roll your eyes stomping to the screen door in the kitchen quickly sliding it open to find him obnoxiously mowing parts of the grass closest to your window. “do you mind?” you shout at him from the patio. he flicks his sunglasses up revealing his daunting stare accompanied with a seamy smile. “im sorry, princess did i wake you?” he taunts as he tucks his glasses in the plaid pocket letting them hang from his button up. you roll your eyes crossing your arms over your breasts, “it’s rude you know? mowing right next to my window when i’m sleeping. my daddy is paying you after all.” your lips part with a huff scanning his attire.
hes covered in grass clippings and sweat. the bits cover his neck and arms that are freckled with sun spots. he’s dressed in denim and a wife beater under his green plaid which tucks into his jeans. his hair is scattered with grey along with some stubble coming in. you can tell he’s taking you in as well. his stare is gaping tearing into your heart and heat. you squeeze your legs together, and he stays staring with a knowing grin. “your daddy is paying me to clean up the yard, not worry about interrupting your beauty sleep.” he emphasizes the word daddy and you feel your heat pool from inside. you can feel the wrinkles on your forehead form and you squeeze your arms tighter around your chest before huffing.
“whatever, i’ll just tell my dad to fire your ass.” you mumble under your breath turning to the sliding door. you hear matty start up the motor with a whir and it’s running. he starts trudging forward with a grin, “counting on it,” he calls out over the mower. you step inside letting the cool tile invade your soles. you spin around furiously slamming the sliding door pulling the curtain leaving matty in the heat outside.
the next day matty is there as expected, tending to the pool. he’s scooping insects and weed clippings from the water tossing them overhead. you decided to go out for some rays with a book you’ve been putting off for a while. you rest in the chair nearest to the pool, holding the book open to your face. the words melt into your head overwhelmed by matty’s constant scooping and plopping of the pool net. “will you quit that?” you call out placing the book on your abdomen shielding your face from the sun. “it’s annoying.” you complain and matty’s on the other side of the pool just dipping the net back in, he clicks his tongue continuing.
you groan loudly, shutting your eyes listening to matty dip and splash around the pool’s surface. he moves across the pool at this time nearer to you and you take a look at him. he’s in his usual uniform a tank top and denim nothing too special. you watch his tattoo’s in the sun and his arms flex with every dip. matty turns with a grin over his shoulder knowingly - he’s got you. your skin prickles with unexpected excitement and you find the silence filled with your heart pounding in your throat.
matty takes a look at your splayed body, almost freshly tan in the tiniest bikin he’s ever seen. he’s an older man, the looks feel dirty coming from him. his toothy grin says it all when he leaves your side. he takes the tool out of the pool walking across the lawn to the tool shed.
the shed was tucked away in the corner of your backyard always forgotten by your father and mother. you watch matty make his way over opening the shed to rummage through it with clashes.
you lift yourself up off the chair, letting your toes touch the pavement of the side of the pool. matty’s left the shed door open and you peer into it from where you sit just across the yard. you lift yourself off the chair scurrying over to the freshly cut grass, the pieces gather on your ankles tickling you. almost skipping over to the shed you pry inside and matty finds you. he lunges at you slamming you against the other side of the shed, it rattles with a few tools falling over behind matty as he swings the door shut.
“fuckin’ slut, think you can prance around in this?” matty hooks a finger in your bottoms pulling at the bow letting it snap back to your hip. you wince bracing your chest with a whine. your heat pools, as matty holds your hips pinching at them harshly. he pulls at your bikini top almost ripping it off you and you hold onto the fabric writhing with him. he tugs at the middle of the bikini with a finger watching it snap back with your tits. “your body’s perfect.” he latches onto your neck trailing kisses never daring to leave a mark.
your legs squeeze together for pressure and matty tuts prying them open with his knee. he grins, pulling at the bows of your bottoms watching them drop to the plywood floor. he slides his fingers across your opening watching your face light up and your body fall into his. he lets a finger slide in working his way into you slowly. “fuckin’ wet cunt, wet for me?” he breathes out sliding another finger in and you’re moaning, hiding in his neck. his fingers slip out of you leaving you vacant as you huff. matty gives your cunt a slap, then another and you yelp. “whats that for?!” you cry out and your pussy clenches.
you tremble and he pulls his hand away to slap your pussy again. “you like me doing this, huh?” he swipes at your puffy clit, finally giving you what you’ve been wanting. “tell me, princess. you had a lot to say just now,” he refers to the pool and you shake your head while matty takes your jaw puppeteering you to look at him. he squeezes your lips together with pressure, “come on,” he clicks his tongue swiping faster.
“i- fuck. i love it” you mutter out disjointedly, “and what else?” he cocks his eyebrows holding back a grin. “‘m sorry,” you sputter out finally and matty’s fingers leave your clit. you cry at the feeling, just as you’re about to finish all over his hand - he stops.
he takes a step back unbuckling his belt with force letting it jingle for a while until he’s undone his button and zipper. he looks at you smugly “you wanna cum? get on your knees,” he slides his jeans down with his boxers cupping his erection. you’re surprised but still you fall to your knees where you stand, almost on fours crawling to matty’s feet where you sit back on your achilles tendons. he’s pushing his cock at your nose and lips letting it take the tint off your lips. you sit there with your hands on your knees looking up at him diligently waiting for him, as he’s pumping his cock in front of you.
you watch him slide his hand back and forth thumbing at his tip, groaning. you pout with your prettiest whine sticking your pink tongue out flashing it at matty. he breathes out pushing his cock onto your face again and you oblige opening your mouth sticking out your tongue for him. he slaps his cock onto your tongue pushing it back into your mouth. “put this dirty mouth to use,” he stifles out hitting the back of your throat and your throat rejects him sabotaging you. matty coos petting your head as his cock twitches in your mouth finding it’s space in between your swirling tongue. his hands end up at the back of your head slowly pushing his cock back into your mouth deeper, “dirty girl,” he moans and you gag again tears forming in your eyes. matty starts bucking slowly into your mouth holding your head in place. with every buck your throat rejects his cock until you’ve grown used to it, you start swirling your tongue at his length when you can and his hips stifle sloppily pushing into your mouth even more. you try your best to open wide, your jaw is slack and sore you almost think it’s locked with how long you’ve had it open.
your tears are dry now because matty swiped them away as soon as they came sliding down your scarlet cheeks. “you take this cock well,” matty grunts out slowing down for your poor mouth. you’re drooling at the sides of your mouth and you feel shame as it drops to your knees. “taking my cock in the shed like a whore, fuckin’ perfect,” matty’s words make you whine and he’s shuddering inside your mouth from the vibrations of your moans “gonna make me come, god” matty’s head falls back with his mouth ajar and your heart races with anticipation. you start bobbing your head eagerly letting matty’s hands fall in your hair gently grasping at it. you watch matty’s face contort with a whine releasing into your mouth, your eyes widen pulling him out of your mouth immediately to taste his cum.
your jaw is aching, pounding almost and you roll matty’s cum onto your tongue to show him proudly. he’s still in a haze looking down at your face, ruined as you swallow his cum. he stands you up reaching down with his calloused hand tugging at your jaw and you oblige standing to your feet. you look down at your knees, they’re wobbly and raw from the wood of the shed’s flooring. you wince and matty pulls you in for a peck, “poor girl,” he whispers pushing you back onto a work bench. the bench rattles with your father’s tools and matty grins. he guides you to flip over, pushing the rest of your body down onto the splintered wood.
matty squeezes at your waist and hips pawing at your ass giving it a strike. you whine eagerly standing on your tiptoes poking your ass out further and matty chuckles grabbing a handful of you to guide himself in. with his other hand he takes his cock to tease your slit, he staggers only clutching your ass tighter. “so wet, princess” matty mumbles under his breath, only for him to hear but it travels to your ears then straight to your gushing heat.
you anticipate matty’s length as he slowly pushes inside your entrence, you tense and he pinches your hips meanly. he drives himself into you and you gasp adjusting to him pressing your body against the split wood of the table. your legs buckle together and matty starts digging into your cunt, it’s sloppy and wet with him slipping out each time he pulls his cock back. matty observes his cock, slick with your heat before pushing it back in acquiring a moan from you. “fuck me, please.” you cry pressing onto matty’s front in desperation.
he smiles, “so drunk for this cock, i’m already inside you, princess” he growls draping over your body. matty’s buzzing and you jut your ass back at him to start moving. he removes himself from your backside, groaning when he starts drilling into you again. your fingers turn white pressing onto the table in desperation for something to hold onto. “what would your daddy do if he found me doing this to you?” he hums, grabbing a handful of your hair. your head rushes with humiliation and you clench around matty’s cock. “probably fire me, right? you’d never get fucked like this again.” you think about what it would be like to get caught and your body sinks. your father’s little girl turned into a whore by the yardman.
“your little body’s begging for me,” matty’s ramblings snaps you out of your thoughts as he pulls your hair gently and you’re whining again, letting him do as he pleases. “cunt is aching for me, can feel it” he hisses tugging on your hair and this time you cry out. “god, angel you like when i talk to you like this?” matty chokes out repeatedly slamming into you and you try to nod in agreement “makes me feel dirty,” you whimper and matty snickers letting your hair go tracing his fingers over your neck then your tits. he quickly squeezes at them in their covering letting his fingers trace across your ribs gently. your body itches with bliss, as you find a way to dig yourself deeper into the tool table to present yourself to matty.
“wanna come,” you babble matty’s name and his hand slides down to your clit while fucking into you. he swipes diligently pushing you over the edge as you cry out into the shed’s interior. you feel yourself cum all over matty’s cock and he growls “came all over this cock, good girl.” he keeps pumping into you, rubbing at your bud and you spasm out of sensitivity. “stop, stop, please -“ you smother another moan as matty surrenders leaving your clit alone. your body isn’t coming down as matty still bucks into you with sputtering hips. he lasts not even a minute longer slipping out of your cunt to cum onto your backside. you feel hot spurts on your lower back and you look over your shoulder to see matty fisting his cock for what’s left. he sighs contentedly spotting the cum on your back as he lifts up his boxers tucking his cock into his underwear then jeans.
he scavenges for your bottoms on the floor and you turn to him as he hands them to you. he watches you slip back into them tying the bows on each side. putting the bottoms back on feel dirty, especially with matty’s orgasm all over your back. you frown at him and he steps towards you, petting your head. he runs his fingers through your knotty hair clasping the back of your head for a peck on your forehead. matty hums massaging your head, “sweet girl,” as he plants another kiss unraveling his hand from your hair. he steps back taking a deep look at you before he leaves,
“tell your daddy,” he hesitates grinning, only to tease you. “that i’ll be here at six tomorrow morning to tend to the weeds out front.”
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Chicken Shop Date | Part 8 |
By @imagine-that-100​​​ and @alovesreading​​​
Description: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.
Word Count: 28.6k
A/N: Hey besties!! We’re back and this one’s another fun one for you! We were reminiscing about the UK tour writing this one, giving those good days a CSD twist and we hope you enjoy it loads. It was so much fun to write the shit everyone would get up to on the road, but can you believe this one was meant to be the end of this series? Mentalllllllll. Please make sure to check out the author’s note at the end of this as it’s an important one. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! xx
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~*~*~*~ 14th January ~*~*~*~
“Baby please.”
The begging has been going on for about half an hour. It’s come and gone in waves but Matty’s getting more and more desperate and more persistent.
“Please baby, please.” Matty pouts, looking pained now, “I need you.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, in yet another way of questioning him. His arms are tight around your waist, not letting you move from straddling his lap because he thinks that will be how he gets his way.
“You’re being so needy.” You smirk, shaking your head, not giving in to his pitiful pleas.
“Please, please, please.” He looks like he could start crying and it takes everything in you not to laugh. You try and push yourself up off him but he grips your hips even tighter, not letting you move an inch away.
“Matty.” You sigh, your hands resting on his shoulders as you tell him, “I can’t.”
“You can.” Matty changes tactics then and leans in and kisses his way up your neck until he’s whispering in your ear, “Please baby, I really want you to come.”
“No,” You grab a handful of his curls then and pull him back so you can look at him and say, “I can’t come on tour with you Matty.”
Your boyfriend whines, “But you said before I even asked the question that you don’t have anything planned until you go to Copenhagen in February. And you’re coming to half the fucking dates anyway. Please.”
“I will be in the way.” You shake your head.
He promises, “You won’t!”
“Matty, I would be like a spare part, not to mention your tour bus would be full to the brim if I tagged along.” You shake your head, not seeing at all how he could change your mind.
“You wouldn’t,” He frowns, silently scorning you for thinking like that before a hint of a grin comes to his face as he says, “And you’d be sleeping in my bunk, with me.”
“That's going to be so comfy,” You roll your eyes, “Two tall people in a coffin sized bunk for more than two weeks.”
“Thanks for admitting I’m tall baby, but listen.” He looks all proud of himself for his height for a second before he goes into getting his points across again, “We’re in hotels in Cardiff and back home for Manchester so it’s only like a week on the bus really.”
“The bus isn’t the issue Matty.” You sigh, giving him the honest answer, “The issue is I’ll be in the way, feeling useless.”
The bunk wouldn’t be an issue for you at all. You both practically sit on each other's lap when you’re with no other company anyway so sharing a small bed will be the least of your worries. You just know that you’ll feel useless and that you’re a hindrance to things running smoothly.
“Charli’s coming,” Matty raises his eyebrows, “You saying she’s useless?”
“She has musical value.” Your excuses fall easily from your lips, but you can’t help but smile at the way he’s begging, “Can’t you just be happy with me coming to the dates I’m already coming to. You’ll see me every five days.”
“So there's absolutely no reason you can’t see me for the other four in between.” Matty acts playfully annoyed, saying that through his teeth before he leans in to kiss you. “Besides, you really think you’re coming to the gig and then I just leave you that night? Absolutely not… I have needs.”
“You have my Instagram.” You backchat and Matty groans loudly.
There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he says, “Whilst I love that you put your Golden Globes dress on there for me to wank to Y/N, I’d prefer it if you were just there to wank me off instead.”
“So romantic.” You snort in laughter.
“Please, you’re obsessed with me and my boys and my music.” Matty pouts with absolutely no dignity left, “And I’m obsessed with you. Please come on tour with me?”
“You’re right, I am obsessed with you,” You smile, kissing his nose to combat the bad news you’re about to give him, “But no, I’m not coming on tour, and that’s that.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
So, Matty persuaded you to come on tour.
It ended up being as easy as him teasing an orgasm out of you, followed later by three phone calls. The first to Amelia, where he asked for proof that you were free - which you were - and then asked if he could steal her best friend away to join him on tour, and Amelia only laughed but didn’t hesitate at all to say of course.
The second call was to his manager Jamie. Where Matty asked Jamie to explicitly tell you how it was not an issue if you came along, and he even said that you could help their photographer Jordan put together a few social media posts if you really wanted something to do. But you were welcome to come along regardless and that the 1975 family would be lucky to have you.
And the third call was to the queen of pop herself, Miss Charli XCX. And it was Charli who really made you agree to joining them as she pleaded with you to tag along. She jokes how she can’t be the only groupie to come along on tour with them (Carly apparently didn’t count) and if you’re really honest, you just can’t say no to Charli at all. It feels wrong to, so after ten minutes of her and Matty giving you their best arguments, you gave in and agreed to join them.
That evening you and Matty went over to your flat where you packed a large suitcase full of everything you could need, and the next day you were on the tour bus with them heading on the rest of their UK tour. And god, you were so glad you agreed to join them.
There’s never a dull moment in that tour bus, it’s either the lads managing to make everyone laugh with their random occurrences, sharing spliffs turning into funny stories being aired for everyone to laugh at or games that end up in the same interesting way they started as.
Being around for soundcheck felt like you’d won some kind of prize. A glimpse into how it all works is so entertaining for you, not to mention them singing to an empty arena that pretty much just has you, Charli, and Carly in it is so much fun.
There have been so many times that you’ve caught yourself just staring up at them on stage and being in awe all over again. But Matty can’t help but find you so entertaining, you’re either singing loudly along at the barrier before Charli pulls you to dance with her, and he is smiling the whole way through what he usually finds boring and inconvenient.
Matty has absolutely adored having you come along on tour. Your presence alone makes him so much more joyful, and everyone who was present for the beginning of the tour has seen the difference. He feels more himself, more alive, and so much happier. And it’s all down to you.
The boring moments on the tour bus, you made them so much better for him. The hours he had to sit with his vocal steamer on, it made it so much nicer when you were lying with your head in his lap or his in yours. You’d both play with each other's hair, listen to music, and now and again chat to each other and the others. But Matty couldn’t stop grinning the whole time.
Even during the first few performances when you were somewhere lost in the crowd and he couldn’t find you, still you made your presence known to him. The first time it was just accidental though, you had written him a note as everyone was discussing the setlist and you’d slipped it into his pocket as a joke thinking he would notice and check.
Matty, however, hadn’t noticed your sleight of hand in the green room and he later found the note when he reached into his pocket half way through the Being Funny section of the set. He pulled out the crumpled up piece of paper and opened it on stage, accidentally laughing down the microphone when he read your words.
I’m trying this again: play antichrist x Pretty, please xx Picture me pouting at you, how can you say no to that? xoxox
The singer was well aware the crowd of people were confused about the note that they could see on the screens, and his laughter, but all Matty did was pocket the note again (fully intending to keep it) and grab his guitar and start playing the chords to I’m In Love With You.
The next day he caught you putting another note in his pocket but he kept quiet, wanting to read it on stage again as a little reminder of you to look forward too during his set. And it's again before he’s due to play I’m In Love With You that his hand dips into his pocket and he finds the note.
He’s smiling instantly, expecting it to be another note pleading for Antichrist, but instead this one is a little different, yet still entirely you.
I need a hug and six months of sleep x (maybe a kiss too)
When he laughs at this one, he hears George ask what's so funny through his in-ears but he elects to ignore him. Once again just picking up his guitar and singing the entirety of I’m In Love With You with a huge grin on his face.
The 3rd time it’s Cardiff night 2 and when he reads the note that night he knows you’ve done it on purpose. You’re a fucking menace who loves to tease him even when you’re not in his presence. As that night the note read:
You better think of me on that settee x
He didn’t laugh that night, no instead his dick twitched and he was reminded about your morning in the hotel and how you were both interrupted before anything could happen (you fell straight asleep as soon as you got in bed the night before) and you had been subtly teasing him all day. Whispering things in his ear, leaving longing touches on him knowing he couldn’t react how he would if the two of you were alone, and then the note.
He didn’t need you to explicitly instruct him to think of you during consumption, as he always did anyway. But this time he put a little more effort into his performance, hoping to tease you a little in the crowd.
And tease you he did. That night you watched as he teased himself on screen, smoking and letting his hands trail down his body until he squeezed himself through his trousers, and your mouth went dry with want when he simulated pulling on someone's hair. On your hair.
Needless to say that when you got back to the hotel room that night, you were on your back almost instantly, Matty’s head dipping between your thighs until you were on the verge of coming undone on his tongue. But he edged you time and time again until you were whimpering, pleading for him to fuck you like no one else could.
It was lucky you were spending another night at the hotel really because Matty doesn’t know what he would have done if you were both stuck not being able to find any relief until another two days' time when you were due in Glasgow. Thankfully he didn’t have to find out. You both alleviated the tension between you that night and again the following morning before you all returned to the bus to start the long drive up to Glasgow on their off day.
The journey wasn’t so bad, you got to have a good laugh with the band, especially loving the time you got to spend with Adam and Carly’s little boy. You got to play with him when he wasn’t down for a nap and Matty loved every second of seeing you and his nephew interact.
You remember that afternoon, Carly had just changed the baby after he woke up from his nap and she’d let you have him. One of your favourite things to do with him was sit him down on your lap and read him one of his little books he had and let him blabber on and on as he tried to copy the words you were saying. But he had started crying in the middle of you trying to get him to say ‘orange’ and you couldn’t find a reason for why he was so upset.
Uncle Matty had come to the rescue and got him from you, and it was when he picked him up that he realised he needed another change, so you went with him to change the baby’s nappy.
It was going so well, you distracting baby Hann keeping him happy and calm as Matty changed him, but Matty made the awful mistake of letting him hold the baby powder. It was once he splayed out the new nappy under him, the baby waved his arms happily at the freedom, Matty had been bathed in talcum powder.
Matty immediately froze, face and hair covered in white, his top had a few streaks of white powder sticking to it and baby Hann had managed to get some on his little chest and arm but he had giggled loudly with you when you cackled at the situation.
Blowing harshly to get rid of the talcum off his lips, Matty huffed out a soft, “I didn’t know it was open.” which amused you even more, doubling over in laughter but taking away the powder bottle from the baby’s hands so he wouldn’t continue making a mess.
Your boyfriend loved to pride himself in doing everything right so you’d taken the mishap to tease him a bit, “Uncle Matty struggling for once, who would’ve thought?”
He’d only rolled his eyes at you, and you watched out of the corner of your eye how he rubbed the powder off himself as you wiped it off the baby and finished changing his nappy.
When you’d gone back to the lounge with everyone and placed a happy again baby Hann on your lap and continued trying to get him to say the names to different fruits, you found him looking at you with adoring eyes.
But not even the sparkle in his eye would make you forget what had happened, so, letting the baby speak gibberish as he harshly pointed at the banana on the book’s page, you turned to Matty and sighed, “I wish I had taken a picture.”
His smile had fallen and he glared at you before rolling his eyes to chat back sarcastically, “I’m sure you do.”
And the rest of the day you had made a joke of ruffling his hair swearing there was some more talcum powder left. The last time you do this, he ends up telling you it’s just his grey hairs and you exaggerate a gasp, pretending like you’ve just now realised.
“Right, I forgot you’re an actual grandad.” You sucked air through your teeth like the fact was making you wince.
But then he went all cute when he flipped it around by reminding you, “And you’re a grandma so it’s meant to be, really.”
A chuckle was your response, which died quickly when he pressed his lips on yours to kiss you sweetly, half to shut you up and half because he’d been dying to for the past few minutes.
That afternoon, both of you ended up catching some alone time, which was really nice when you’re on a bus with sixteen other people. You’re in the back lounge listening to one of your many playlists, both with an AirPod in each ear and lying on the back settee with Matty behind you while you’re watching as the world goes by as you travel further north.
You’re sitting between Matty’s legs, your back against his chest and you both occasionally catch yourselves singing or humming along to the music. Matty wouldn’t change the scenario for the world, he gets to lie there with you against him, kissing the top of your head whenever he feels like, and he absentmindedly plays with the end of your hair.
The singer doesn’t even mind when one of his songs starts up, he finds it amusing that you have absolutely no shame with it being on there. And knowing now that it’s one of your new favourites he even loves hearing you softly sing along.
“Do you think that I’ve forgotten?” You quietly sing, “Do you think that I’ve forgotten? Do you think that I’ve forgotten, about you?”
Hearing that though makes Matty frown, and he waits until you sing it again as confirmation. His biggest fan in the world and now also his girlfriend, has got the lyrics wrong.
He’s trying not to laugh when he gets your attention, “Baby?”
“Yeah.” You ask, tilting your head back a little to look up at him.
He looks really pretty with the way the dimming light is hitting his face through the window. His skin is like it's glowing with the way the sun shines on him, and you find yourself thinking you’re so lucky again especially with the way he’s smiling at you.
Matty can’t help but smirk, “You know you’re getting the lyrics to that wrong, right?”
“No I’m not.” Instantly you frown up at him, entirely defensive.
“Yes,” Matty tries not to laugh, “You are.”
Your frown deepens, your whole face scrunching up as you ask, “Which bit?”
“The main bit,” He tells you, “Do you think I have forgotten… you’re singing ‘do you think that I've forgotten’.”
“They’re the lyrics.” You nod, looking at him like he’s stupid.
He can’t stop himself from chuckling, “No they’re not, baby.”
“Yeah, they are,” You nod, sitting up a little and turning to look at him properly, “I’ve been singing that since the album dropped.”
“Y/N,” Matty grins, entirely amused by you not believing him, “I wrote the song, I think I know the lyrics.”
At that you scoff, “You literally tell people that they are brave for getting lyrics tattooed because you have a tendency for changing them.”
You have a point there to be fair. So Matty just nods down to your phone and tells you to, “Listen to the song again then if you don’t believe me.”
So you do, you start About You again and when you really listen to the lyrics, the little shit might be right. But you’re not having it still, and your denial only makes this even funner to Matty.
You huff when the song ends, still frowning, “As soon as this bus stops we’re going to HMV so I can buy a CD or a vinyl or something so I can see the lyrics.”
“Baby.” Matty says knowingly, whilst grinning like a fool.
“No,” But you’re not having it, “I don’t believe it until I see it officially in the lyrics in the album.”
“Y/N,” Your boyfriend tries to remind you, “I literally wrote the song.”
“And yet I don't trust you even a little bit.” You say, getting yourself up and giving him a snarky smile before you pinch the airpod out of his ear and head back to the others in the main lounge.
On your way you can hear Matty laughing but he doesn’t say anything when he enters the room a moment later. All that he does is grin, knowing he’s right for once, and the grin stays on his face for another hour until you’re pulling him off the bus and into the bustling city centre.
You had to be quick, getting your shoes and coats on and into an anonymous enough state that you wouldn’t be recognised. Well, mostly Matty, hip putting his hood up instantly wrapping himself up in his big coat with sunglasses on as the light was starting to disappear. You did feel like an idiot when he put sunglasses on you too, but then he reminded you that you were keeping your relationship out of everyone else's business for now so he even pulled up your hood too.
You were on a mission to reach HMV before it closed and thankfully you got there with about 20 minutes to spare. It was nice walking hand in hand with Matty though, and chatting about what was going on around you and all the stuff that you liked that you saw in different shop windows.
Matty tried to suggest you go in and have a look before everything closes but you pulled him along with you until you were inside HMV and had a CD of Being Funny In A Foreign Language in your hands. Your boyfriend finds you adorable when you had a grin on your face when you picked it up, as if it wasn’t going to be on the shelf. He can’t help but smile at you.
But his smile falls from his face when you walk up to the A section and pick up a copy of AM and tell him, “I’m going to get Flo to get him to sign it for me.”
Matty just shakes his head and pulls you along to the till, wanting more time wandering around while the shops were still open. Once you handed over the CDs, thankfully Matty managed not to let you pay for them as he beat you to getting his phone on the card machine, something which you scorned him for until you were out of the shop and he shut you up with a kiss.
With the rest of the evening free, you and Matty ended up having an impromptu date. You ended up walking to the Cineworld which wasn’t a far walk and you ended up going to watch M3GAN as there weren't many other good options. This you thankfully ended up paying for, much to Matty’s dismay, but you reminded him that you said you would be paying on the next date so you got your drinks and popcorn too.
Both of you sat in the back corner where you happily remained undetected by anyone and Matty couldn’t stop smiling at the fact he got to hold your hand for the entirety of the film. Even if the film was mediocre at best, he was glad he got to chuckle away with it with you by his side.
Only when you both made it back to the bus just after 10:30, did you find that it was just Adam, Carly, and baby still on board, as everyone else had gone out drinking. They were watching a film in the back lounge so you and Matty just said a quick hello before keeping to yourselves.
There was a quick conversation about possibly going to join the others but Matty didn’t want to. He selfishly wanted you all to himself for a while longer. It's when you get your shit out of your bag that you notice the CDs that until now have remained untouched. You pull Being Funny out with a smile and turn to your boyfriend who’s already noticed what you have and is smirking at you, waiting expectantly.
You’re eager to wipe that look from his face so you sit down beside him and carefully take the CD out of the sleeve it comes in and you pick out the lyrics sheet. Finding About You is easy but then your world crumbles, you’re wrong.
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
Matty cackles when your face falls and you just silently fold the sheet back up and slip it back beside the CD with a look of defeat on your face. Your boyfriend pulls you into him and you fall into his chest as you stubbornly stay rigid in his arms.
He giggles, “I told you so.”
You push yourself out of his grasp, jokingly keeping the annoyed facade going and you push the cd into his chest as you get up, “You can sign it now for that comment, dick.”
“Aw,” Matty coos and throws the CD to the table. He jokes as he wraps his arms around you, still wanting to laugh, “Knew you were only with me to make money on Ebay.”
“Got that right.” You nod and Matty just cackles as he places kisses on your cheeks.
The following night in Glasgow when soundchecking, Matty pulled you onto the stage with him as he sang the correct version of About You, and he pulled you around the ‘house’ with him. And you pretending not to be impressed lasted about 10 seconds because you just ended up grinning and singing along the entire time.
Even more so when he had you kneel down on the floor in front of the table and he stood on it and reached down with his microphone to put it against your chin, exactly like he did to the girl in the Robbers music video. Needless to say, you got all flustered but you played your part anyway, even sticking your tongue out like the girl did in the video and Matty let his fingers dance across your tongue for a second.
When you knelt back on your ankles, so you could sing along with Polly, Matty then got down and sat on the edge of the table and he slowly leant in to kiss you. “Having fun?” He mouthed and you gently nodded until his lips took yours. It felt magical kissing him on stage, especially because you knew it all felt a little bit meta with it looking exactly like the Robbers video as he was singing the follow up to it.
That night on stage at the actual show, your note made Matty laugh, reminding him of yesterday with the talcum powder incident with his nephew.
Greys looking beautiful tonight grandad x
The Glasgow crowd was great, you loved every single second of being in that crowd. You spent a bit of your time with Jordan that night, going to different places with him and watching him take pictures from afar before you ultimately made yourself at home in the pit.
You thought that this being your 6th show, you would have somehow found it less painful to leave the pit during Give Yourself A Try, but it’s not. It still pains you each time you do it, but thankfully you can still hear it when you disappear off to head backstage with Jamie.
It ends up being an hour and a half before you end up back on the bus, and that night you were heading straight down to Manchester. Somewhere you’re really eager to go because you’d only been a handful of times and you really didn’t know the ins and outs of the city like Matty does, so when he promised you a tour you got really excited at the thought. You couldn’t wait till tomorrow to get there.
But it was that night on the bus when you needed to squeeze out of the bunk to get yourself a drink that you noticed your tote from the previous day was folded up on the table. You grab it, intending to put it in the mesh pocket of yours and Mattys bunk so you don’t lose it, but instead you feel CDs. And that’s when you remember your purchases.
You take them out, smiling when you see AM, knowing Flo will find it funny that you bought it. But it’s when you see Being Funny that you’re a little shocked and your heart doubles in size.
Never for a second did you think Matty would actually sign the CD for you, but he did sign his name in the top right hand corner with three kisses underneath it. But it’s what he’s written on the left side that has you melting.
// Be A Riot //
It’s then that you know that the man who wrote that for you is probably the most special person in your life, as even though it may seem like such a simple lyric to write, it means so much more. You fully allow yourself to give in to every little happiness he brings you from that moment on, and it starts with you going back to your bunk and plastering hundreds of kisses across his face before you settle down and whisper to each other just how obsessed you are and falling asleep in each other's arms.
~*~*~*~ 20th January ~*~*~*~
Manchester is so much fun, especially with Matty by your side. He really is the best tour guide, and he had been everywhere else you’d been, but he seems to come alive in his hometown.
He holds your hand the entire time, both of you dressed in your disguises so no one spots you wondering around the day of their gig. It made you giggle at the amount of people in 1975 tops that you passed but thankfully Matty evaded detection.
You felt like you were watching your boyfriend's Zane Lowe interview all over again because Matty took you around the same places the video showed. But it was so much fun with Matty explaining to you properly and in detail the shit that he and the boys got up to when they were younger.
First he takes you around the Northern Quarter, he shows you the square of bars that will be heaving later on that night and he shows you the spot where he wrote The City back in the day and you don’t even try and hide your smile from him.
Going to Afflecks and seeing their poster up on the wall surrounded by so many other posters of musical legends fills your heart and you can’t help yourself taking a quick picture of it to keep for yourself.
You were gutted you couldn’t take a picture with it but when you look up the stairs to the right and you catch a glimpse of a photo booth, you almost drag Matty upstairs with you so you can freely take a picture together without risking getting caught.
He’s faster than you when he pays for the pictures once you’re inside and the curtain’s drawn, and you both quickly put your hoods down and take off your sunglasses so that you don’t take pictures in your disguises.
At first you think 6 poses is going to be a job for you to come up with in less than 5 seconds in between pictures but your boyfriend makes you giggle so much that it comes natural when you mess about in front of the camera.
Matty’s cute though, cupping your jaw and giving you a sweet kiss for the last one and when you see them all printed, you melt in his arms. He steals one last kiss as you finish getting yourselves back into your disguises and you make sure to carefully put the photo strips away before you walk out of the booth.
Before you have to go back to the venue for soundcheck, he takes you to Gorilla and when you get there he tells you what he has planned for the gig they’re going to have there.
He nonchalantly says, “We’re doing all of self titled.” and you gasp loudly in response.
“What?!” Is the only thing you can say after that information has been dumped on you.
Matty chuckles in amusement, “Yeah… Thought you’d like that news.”
“Not when I have a trip to Copenhagen planned for Amelia’s Birthday!” You hide your face in your hands and take a deep breath before asking, “Deluxe version or just the regular version?”
“What happens if I say deluxe…” Matty taunts you with a smirk, but when you drop your hands and glare at him very seriously, he presses his lips together not to laugh.
“You better not.” It’s all you warn him with, even the thought of that happening makes you sick.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, dropping a kiss on your cheek and then one on the corner of your mouth and right before he can trap your lips in a sweet kiss, he whispers, “The regular version.”
You allow yourself to melt into him for a bit, but when his tongue teases your bottom lip, you pull away to make him suffer a bit for what you’re going to miss soon. Your hand comes up to his cheek and you pat it softly, “It better be.”
Going back to the venue was a bit more hectic than you expected, you had to be very careful with not getting caught by the big queue of fans lining up outside the venue for the show. But once inside, thanks to Mark and Scott being the absolute best, being around everyone again is a relief. A newfound sense of familiarity that you’re growing to cherish, therefore you’re dreading the end of tour in only 10 days.
When you walk out to watch the lads on stage and you see Charli up there with them, George guiding her into the house through the door and showing her the way around, your jaw drops.
“Are you the surprise tonight?!” You ask loudly, your hand hovering over your mouth in shock.
Charli offers you a smirk and nods, “Yes baby!”
You squeal in excitement, and watch as she quickly rehearses what her entrance will be like. She puts on a little show for you as she sings a few scattered lines of Vroom Vroom into a microphone that doesn’t play through the speakers. Of course she couldn’t soundcheck properly so that no one could hear and ruin the surprise, but she trusted that it would go smoothly when the time came for her to walk in on stage.
Carly, Charli and you are standing against the barricade fence after your pop star friend has finished her brief rehearsal and you watch the lads soundcheck with a big smile on your faces.
Their banter makes you all laugh, and you all join in taking the piss of each other here and there. When your boyfriend taps his trouser’s pocket with his brows raised, you know it’s his silent way to ask about getting a note tonight and you wink at him in response. A cute blush rises on his cheeks and his voice grows sweeter when he starts singing the chorus to Oh Caroline when he’s instructed through his in-ears.
Your note makes him giggle as he flushes from head to toe, he can feel his cheeks warm and that feeling you give him envelops him entirely. A bubble of happiness bursts inside him and it coats every inch of him, all because you said…
Obsessed with you x
He sings with a bit more intent after that. The fact that it’s Manchester they’re playing in and that he wants to impress you even more, makes for his voice to come out beautifully sultry and you’re left in awe hearing him come to life on stage.
Like you expected, Amelia was shocked to the core when you facetime her with the little bit of signal you get as Charli is about to walk on stage, and you all but scream the lyrics out along with the pop queen and the rest of the crowd.
After that the gig just kept getting better though. Your boyfriend got a Greggs sausage roll thrown at him and he was giggling as he picked it up and took a bite and then spat it out. It certainly gave everyone a laugh, the band included, and they continued their set.
When the gig finishes and you head back to the greenroom, Matty comes all sweaty to you and traps you in a hug that then turns to him wrapping an arm around your waist and using his other hand to cup your jaw and pull you in for a dizzying kiss.
“Obsessed with you too.” Matty says once he pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours and nudging your nose with his in a cute eskimo kiss.
He feels as you scrunch up your nose and you lean in for another quick kiss, humming into it as a sign of approval. You don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of hearing him say those words to you, it always manages to make you putty in his hands.
Drinking with everyone and enjoying the wave of energy after the show is so fulfilling every time. An excuse to celebrate the band’s talent and their continuous delivery on a great show. So it’s easy to let time fly by as you do: cracking jokes, laughing at the guys’ occurrences, sharing their funny views of the crowd, talking about how mental it had gotten when Charli came out.
Soon enough it’s time to leave the venue but you’re surprised when you get to the bus and your boyfriend tells you to get your stuff because you’re staying somewhere else tonight.
You were expecting a hotel room to be the destination but when you sit in the back of the Uber Matty has ordered, he tells you with a massive grin that the plan for tonight is, “We’re staying at Denise’s.”
Matty doesn’t miss the way your face lights up at the news and he feels your heating cheeks when you hide your face in the crook of his neck with a soft squeal of excitement only he hears.
It takes about half an hour to get to Denise’s house so when you walk through the front door, you find her half asleep waiting for you to get there. She greets you sweetly, this time remembering your name instead of calling you ‘chicken nugget date girl’, and only after a few minutes of small talk she excuses herself to go to bed.
Lincoln isn’t far behind her, making everyone a brew before he goes upstairs to join his wife who’s probably already asleep despite him making her a cup of tea too. Louis chats with the both of you a little more before he calls it a night too.
Your boyfriend doesn’t waste more time after his family leaves to drag you upstairs, promising he’d show you around tomorrow. He was also knackered and he had wanted to have you all to himself for ages now, so it’s very quick that you find yourself walking into his childhood bedroom and smiling at the glimpse into a younger Matty’s mind.
You look at the pictures he has on the walls, of the four boys among other friends who he went to school with or met at various parties. You spotted Flo in a few of them too and it’s so adorable to you that you get a glimpse into the people they used to be.
You were smiling and asking questions about them all, even telling Matty that a photobooth picture of him and Flo from when they clearly first got together was cute. You like that he hasn’t shut off that part of his life and the picture is still up, because after all his experiences have made him into the man who he is today.
Matty smiles at the memory of it but he just takes the photobooth picture that the two of you took today and puts it up in a free spot on his wall. That warms your heart deeply, you can’t stop grinning as the both of you then get settled.
The singer jumps on his bed, flopping down on it and you giggle watching his hair flying everywhere and eventually coming to rest almost over his eyes. Matty just lets out a long sigh, clearly loving the feeling of lying on a proper bed again and you must admit you can’t wait to join him.
Matty makes no effort to get himself undressed, other than kicking off his shoes and socks and pulling his tie even looser. Instead he watches you, not even bothering to hide how much he’s grinning as he watches you make yourself at home in his room.
His grin only gets bigger when he watches you get undressed and he mutters under his breath how fucking good you look which just makes you flush a little but you choose to mostly ignore him and instead ask for one of his tops. He points over to a drawer where he knows there will be some and he smiles watching as you pull out his Revelation Records original bold top and slip it on.
You finish changing and come to sit down on his bed, grabbing your skincare stuff and start blindly applying it to yourself. That is until Matty exaggeratedly coughs a few times clearly expectantly as he wants you to do his too like you’ve been doing every night you’ve been away.
He’s all smiles as you rub the various creams into his face, even kissing the palm of your hand and then over the tattoo on your wrist followed by a small thank you when you finish. After that though he puckers his lips at you, and you giggle as you scooch down the bed and get comfy enough to kiss him how he wants.
Your heart feels very full, being in your boyfriends childhood bedroom, kissing him goodnight after he’s put on an excellent hometown show, with only the warm light of his bedside lamp letting you see just how big his smile gets. It’s really difficult for your heart not to stretch to a certain place too early, but you love everything about this new relationship despite only being in it for such a short amount of time.
But with him kissing you so sweetly, how he always does, and him pulling you into him so you’ve got practically no space between you, it’s not a shock he always makes your heart stutter. You love getting lost kissing him, it’s certainly a favourite pastime of yours.
And you love the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair, how he clutches you tighter when you do to his curls and the groans he lets out when you pull on them.
You do just that and just like you were expecting, his mouth hangs open for a second when he lets out a groan. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, giddy from the affection and the realisation of how you’re growing to anticipate his actions.
The sound of your bubbly laugh lights up a spark inside him. The walls of the dam that contains all that he feels for you burst and it all comes pouring hot and sticky, melting his insides and flipping a switch that makes him eager to translate the mess of his emotions into something you can understand.
He presses your lips a bit harder then, hips bucking forward and pressing in between your parted legs which has you gasping. Your tongues meet and taste each other when he catches his chance to do so, fingers digging into your skin as his hold grows with intention.
Matty doesn’t want to let you go. He doesn’t think he ever will.
But he won’t get ahead of himself. He wants to make you feel good, like you do to him with just your presence, with the simple sweetness of your laughter, the warmth of your touch, your silly jokes at his expense. He could go on and on, every day adding a new thing to the list.
In your head, a very different train of thought is going on. You’re entirely too aware of where you are and who is in the same space as you, so feeling him getting increasingly eager about getting off with you, you have to be the one to cut things before they move past a point of no return.
“Matty.” You smile, knowing where this road leads and it’s not somewhere the both of you can go in his childhood bedroom.
“Mmmh.” He hums against your lips, keeping them against yours not wanting to stop kissing you at all.
You repeat yourself, “Matty,” this time hoping he takes the hint.
He reluctantly pulls away, quickly asking, “What?” as he pecks your lips a few more times.
You’re grinning as you tell him with knowing eyes, “Calm down.”
But that makes your boyfriend frown a little, “What’s wrong?”
“We’re in your Mum's house.” You remind him, almost finding it funny he forgot, “She'll hear us. Your whole family will hear us.”
“No they won’t.” Matty shakes his head, knowing he’s not been caught out before so he doesn’t expect he will now. “Relax, I wanna make you feel good baby.”
“Matty.” You try to reason with him, still not entirely sold on the idea.
The sheer embarrassment of Denise knowing you’ve shagged her son in her house a mere 20 days after first getting with him is something you don’t think you could ever live down. You’re aware she’s a legend and a lovely person so she would probably never comment on it even if she did hear you, but you don't know if you could handle the embarrassment of being looked at with knowing eyes.
“Come on, I know you can bite those pretty lips to stop yourself being loud.” Matty grins, dragging his thumb over your already puffy bottom lip. “Can you do that for me baby?”
Instinctively you nod, always wanting to be good for him, but then you realise what you’ve just agreed to, “But-”
Matty’s already chuckling at you giving in and then catching yourself. As soon as he sees that nod of yours he moves his hand from your hip to between your legs and feels that you’ve soaked through your underwear which makes his jaw lock and your ‘but’ catch in your throat and whine.
Your boyfriend starts drawing circles over your clit through your underwear and if he didn’t have the confirmation of what you want already, the buck of your hips into his hand certainly gave it to him. And Matty can’t fucking wait to have you unravel underneath him again, he’s dying to at this point.
Your boyfriend kisses you sweetly again as if he’s not already doing anything sinful, “You gonna let me make you feel good?”
You nod a little in his hold, “Yeah.” pleasure already creeping its way up your spine.
“Good girl.” He smirks before kissing you deeply once more, before pulling away and telling you to, “Relax.”
But there's only so much relaxing you can do when a man is kissing his way down your body, heading to where you want him desperately.
Your boyfriend teases you beyond belief, that sinful tongue of his licking up your already soaked underwear just to make you choke on your breath and bite your bottom lip harder before he decides he wants to play with you a little more. After pulling your underwear off, you expect him to go straight to where you’re already throbbing for him, but no.
Matty decides that now is the time to appreciate a woman’s thighs. Slowly he kisses, licks, and bites his way down your skin, building your anticipation again and again until your hips gain a mind of their own and start bucking towards him, it makes Matty chuckle at the same time you plead for him to stop teasing you.
Only after you beg him once more does he give you what you want. Matty laps at your clit like a man starved, knowing exactly how to tease you now and he smirks to himself when your thighs tremble beside his head before dipping his tongue down to drink you in again.
He notices the way you’re holding your moans to yourself, huffing as he flicks your swollen clit with a skilled tongue, your teeth digging harshly on your bottom lip to quiet your whines when he sucks on your clit.
A pop slices the struggling silence in the room when he pulls back, and you find how at the pressure of keeping quiet, his praise heightens your need by a tenfold. “So good for me baby.” His words fall sweetly from his lips, lashes fluttering as he looks up to you and you nod in agreement, hips writhing as an attempt to get him back to what he was doing.
“Think you can hold those pretty sounds as you cum on my tongue.” Your boyfriend says next, dropping a string of kisses on your inner thigh, taking the opportunity to dig his teeth on your skin as if pushing you to the edge and see how much you can take until you break your silence.
You nod frantically, your eyes closed, teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip only letting the tiniest hum of confirmation spill. And you’re sure Matty smirks again before he moves back to your core, only giving you a few seconds of teasing when his hot breath hits your core and you squirm at the feeling.
His wet and bold tongue comes to meet your dripping centre and it’s a blinding feeling of relief and tightening pleasure that just promises to drive you insane. You’re almost holding your breath so that you don’t make a noise but the faster he becomes in his movements on your clit, the more you fail. Your breath grows heavy and it starts leaving you in gasps, hands clawing at the sheets of the bed so tightly so you don’t let your whines slip past your lips.
Senses go into overdrive, all you can see is white behind your eyelids but your ears are catching so well the wet sounds of his mouth on your slick cunt. Your hips become erratic when the coil in the pit of your stomach tightens to an eye-watering degree.
All he can think of as he watches you writhe beneath him is the word mine. He watches his stunning girlfriend losing her mind at the way his tongue moves. He can't help but stare at the way his girlfriend’s chest rapidly rises and falls as he can see the way her hard nipples stand against the fabric of his top before you use your free hand to tease yourself. You’re all his and Matty forces himself to commit the moment to memory, banking it up for another inevitable lonely tour night when you won't be able to join him.
A breathy and desperate, “Matty, f-fuck,” reaches his ears and, along with your shaking legs and your white knuckle grip on the sheets, it lets him know you’re about to let go. So he hums, encouraging you to give it all to him. And the vibration of it is just what you needed for that tension to snap.
Matty can’t tear his eyes away as you cum on his tongue, your flushed chest heaving as your breaths become messy and your back arches. The taste of you mixed with the sight of you makes him grind his hips harder into his bed, needing that slight bit of stimulation himself.
You come down with a few gasps at the feeling of his tongue still teasing you, sore fingers letting go of the bedding to tug on his curls and pull him away. He looks up, a devilish grin plastered on his face showing he’s proud of what he’s achieved before he dips back down, cleaning up the mess he’s made.
The tight grasp you have on his hair doesn’t deter him, if only it encourages him and you’re left focusing on not making noise instead. You’re biting your tongue so hard just so you don’t make a loud noise but you’re struggling a lot so you just beg, “Matty, please,” as you tug on his locks once more and thankfully he listens.
You pull on his curls until he moves with you and he crawls back up your body. It’s a messy kiss you pull him into, tasting yourself on his tongue has you whining and wanting more of him.
Matty rocks himself into you a few times and the friction of it on your overstimulated clit has you gasping. He’s hard, probably enough for it to begin to be painful, so you break your kiss to ask him, “Do you want me to give you head?”
He kisses you again, his hips grinding against you again, and when you groan he kisses your neck he whispers, “I want to be inside you.”
God, you really want that too, but you know you can’t. “No.” You shake your head.
Matty chuckles, pulling up to ask with a grin of disbelief, as if he can’t feel how wet you’ve already got again through his pants. He teases, “You don’t want to shag me baby?”
He kisses down your neck, bruising his way down your skin drawing short moans out of you as you pull on his hair, wanting him to continue. But then you remember where you are, “Matty, everyone’s gonna hear.”
You only just kept quiet as he was giving you head. You’re going to be absolutely done for if he fucks you too.
“Not if you trust me.” Matty locks eyes with you as he asks, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” You nod, not trusting anyone more than him at this point.
He grins, pulling on your top a little, “Take this off for me then baby.”
You do as you're told and strip off your top as Matty sheds himself of his clothes. He dumps his tie and his shirt where he was previously lay beside you before getting up to pull his pants and underwear down.
Pressing your thighs together when you see just how hard you’ve made your boyfriend is little relief. Matty’s busy gawking at your body though, aching even more than he was without his restrictive clothing. He pumps himself twice, his breath catching as he does but he can’t stop when he looks at you lying on his bed like that.
Your boyfriend goes to move back to the bed but you shake your head, telling him, “Condom.”
“Thought we scrapped those?” He asks with a curious smile.
You tell him sternly, “I’m not having us make a mess and look at your Mum's face as we put the sheets in the wash.”
It almost makes Matty chuckle, instead he just smiles, “Okay baby.” before routing in his bag to find one.
Matty puts it on with ease before he finds his home perched back between your legs. And considering you ‘didn’t want him to fuck you’, he almost finds it comical how desperate you’re looking beneath him right now.
Your boyfriend kisses you deeply again, you can still taste yourself on his tongue and that along with the way he holds your jaw has you moaning against those sinful lips of his.
The kiss only gets messier as it goes, your hands desperately clutching onto him as he presses himself on you. The heaviness of his cock presses and rubs on your clit as his hips move, in a desperate attempt to chase your second orgasm, you move your hips in tune and it just feels too good for your mind to remember you’re supposed to be quiet.
He chuckles against your lips before he pulls away completely, his hips pulling away as well make you whine at the loss of the delicious friction. But you peel your eyes open to see what he’s doing, thinking that he’s doing this to edge you.
You watch as Matty reaches to the side and you see him grab his tie. He wraps it over the knot that's already in it a few times which makes you ask, “What are you doing?”
“Keeping you quiet.” Your boyfriend smirks, “Open.”
Your stomach drops, realising what that means, and you do as you're told. Matty sees the way your eyes get that little bit darker as he puts his tie in your mouth.
When he comes back close to you, pressing himself against you again, he watches your teeth digging into the fabric in your mouth, a moan being muffled by the tie so he smirks seeing that it works.
“Good girl.” Matty praises you, leaning in to have his face hover above yours and watch every little detail on your face as he finally goes to fill you up.
His right hand goes down to guide himself to your centre, teasing your clit by rubbing it with the tip of his cock which elicits a mewl that’s drowned by the fabric on your mouth. He’s enjoying it far too much, the visual of you gagged underneath him and almost desperate to have him inside you makes Matty impossibly hard.
Slowly he stretches you out, biting on his bottom lip as he goes further and when he feels your nails scratching his back as he bottoms out, Matty grabs your arms and pins your wrists over your head. He crosses them so he can keep them in place with his left hand but before he starts moving, he asks for confirmation that you’re not uncomfortable with what he’s just done, “This okay baby?”
Your hasty nodding is entirely amusing to him, he loves seeing you surrendered to him like this. He pulls his hips back the furthest he can without completely exiting you and in a strong swift movement, he bottoms out again.
Slow and hard, that’s the pace he sets and it has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You had never been gagged before but you find yourself really enjoying it, the thrill of having to have your mouth stuffed with his tie not to get caught has you even more turned on. And adding your hands being pinned over your head as your boyfriend pounds into you, is enough to have you a mess of muffled moans and whines.
Just thinking of the situation has you clenching hard around him and he doesn’t let it go unnoticed, “Oh you like this?” Matty smirks, “Such a whore, aren’t you?”
He feels your thighs tighten around his hips, clearly enjoying being called a whore and it makes his smirk more prominent. His eyes are full of lust as he asks, “Just want me to ruin you, is that right?”
Nodding desperately, you need everything from him now. Your hips buck at him when he does that and you whine a little on the material keeping you quiet. Matty kisses your neck a few times then, and you can feel his smirk, clearly loving having you exactly at his mercy. And you can’t even pretend you’re not loving it either.
“Fuck baby.” Your boyfriend heavily breathes, his eyes darkening that little bit more feeling just how tight you are wrapped around him. “You look so good. Feel fucking amazing.”
He fucks into you mercilessly, quickly finding the angle that has you almost thrashing beneath him and he knows he’s found your g spot. You can’t even meet his thrusts anymore, the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach is almost too much and the blinding heat that stirs inside you has you biting hard on his tie.
Your eyes screw shut and head throws back further into the pillow as he continues whispering vulgar things about how he loves having you like this into your ear and teasing you about just how much you’re enjoying it.
“Come on baby, I can feel you’re close. Cum for me.” Matty says as he kisses just under your ear, biting your earlobe and dragging between his teeth before sucking on the part of your neck that he knows makes you weak. “Please baby, be a good girl and let go for me.”
And it doesn’t take much more than the promise of praise and his hips meeting yours over and over to have you finishing. It hits you and it’s like a blinding white heat runs up your body and takes over your senses.
Matty watches you orgasm beneath him, entirely awestruck at the way you lose yourself. It’s lucky he gagged you because you moan loudly as your high takes over and he can only manage a few more thrusts with how tightly you’re clenching around him.
It’s only seconds before he cums too, filling the condom and moaning down your ear which adds to your own orgasm tenfold. He fucks into you a few more times to drag out the pleasure running through you both before he slows and settles himself, freeing your wrists and pulling his tie from your mouth as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Your arms fall down over his shoulders, entirely weak just like your body feels but you let your fingers run back into his hair when he lifts himself back up looking at you like he’s drunk. You giggle a little before you kiss him and it’s the sweetest sensation after being fucked by him.
Matty grins when he pulls away, and you giggle at each other before Matty leans down and gives you a little eskimo kiss, before again admitting, “I’m obsessed with you.”
Your heart is so full, you don't even hesitate to say back, “Obsessed with you too baby.”
Matty blushes at that which makes you giggle again and you pull on his hair so he comes back for one last kiss. After that you both decide a shower is in order and as Matty disposes of the condom and goes and grabs the both of you a towel, he embarrasses you.
“We’ll have to sneak out tomorrow morning.” He tells you with a small grin on his face.
You ask curiously, “Why?”
“Because that tie did nothing, you were so loud.” Matty tells you, his smile full now.
Your jaw drops at that, thinking back over it and you frown, “No I wasn’t.”
He starts chuckling, disagreeing with you in jest, “So loud baby.”
He just wants to make you sweat a little. You were fine and he knows for certain no one will have heard anything, he just loves getting you flustered.
“I wasn’t, you cheeky sod.” You whine trying your best not to smile and fake annoyance. You pick his tie up and throw it at him as you say, “You’re not all that Healy.”
He laughs, batting the tie away with ease but he tilts his head and narrows his eyes a little, “You say that, but I just gave you two orgasms.”
“And?” You shake your head, letting him know he isn’t god's gift, “So does my vibrator.”
Matty can’t help but think touche, but he opts to tease you instead, “And that's a show I’d definitely like to watch one day.”
Instantly, your face flames and you start glitching. You stumble trying to come up with some backchat but no coherent words form and the moment for you to be slick passes, so you just end up waving for him to leave, “Go and get me a towel, you twat.”
Matty cackles as he leaves the room doing as he's told. Before the both of you know it, you’re in the shower together and even though it should be steamy and hot, it’s probably one of the cutest things either of you have done together.
You’re both giggling and then catching yourselves, mostly you shushing the both of you, as you don’t want to be found out. But despite the both of you not making it interesting in a sinful way, you end up washing the other's hair.
It started with you shampooing his hair, and when it foamed up and his hair went stiff you couldn’t help but giggle when you morphed it into a mohawk. You joke about him looking good until he threatens to cut his curls to bring his mohawk back and you decline his offer with a look that screamed that you would kill him if he did. You tell him not to touch those curls of his.
And when you carry on giggling as you mould his hair into different shapes before you let him rinse it out, Matty can’t help but get a little in his head about everything as he admires you and giggles along.
If society didn’t deem that the two of you were far too early on in your relationship, Matty would get on one knee here and now and properly propose to you because he just genuinely can’t think of anyone better for him. You’re perfect, and the fact you get on like you’ve forever been the best of friends but also have an amazing relationship is the entire package for him.
It might be far too soon, but when you know you know. And Matty has never felt this way so intensely about someone for such a long time, he’d forgotten how it felt to crumble down inside at the sight of someone he felt so much for just existing. The world feels better and brighter when you’re in his presence and you make his heart ache in a way he now knows he’d missed.
After a shower filled with cute kisses, longing touches, and lots of giggles, the both of you get out and head back to his room to dry off. Even when you put his top back on and both get cosy in bed together and you’re just chatting about where he’s going to show you tomorrow, he just holds you close, thanking his lucky stars you came into his life.
Falling asleep to the sound of the other’s voice promises smiles that stay on your faces for a bit until your slumber switches them into pouts, your arms wrapped around each other and fingers clutching tight as if there was a possibility of one of you evaporating if you dared let your hold run loose, legs tangled together and heavy breaths hitting each other’s skin.
Your heart grows in size when you’re in Matty’s arms and you know just how fast and hard you’re falling for him when your brain deems it not enough to have him present daily in front of you, by your side, for he materialises in your dreams and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Even in your sleep-driven imaginative scenes he manages to make you a mess of grins that reach your eyes, rumble of butterflies filling your stomach, tingling going to every inch of your body.
And waking up, finding him there still, with his curls a mess over the pillow and those lips you love to kiss up in a pout as he continues to breathe slowly in his sleep, makes you almost feel like you’ve somehow managed to hit the jackpot you’ve silently been praying for your whole life.
To find the one.
And you think you’ve found him. You really hope you have.
~*~*~*~
Being shown around the infamous Wilmslow by your boyfriend was one of the highlights of the whole tour for you. You had such a good time, you already can’t wait to go back for a proper stay there.
The both of you slept in a little that morning, coming downstairs to greet everyone else at 11:30 which after your late night it didn’t seem to surprise anyone. Thankfully it seems no one caught on to what happened in Matty’s childhood bedroom because nothing was said and there was no knowing glances or anything.
You all had a cooked breakfast that Denise and Lincoln made which acted as a lovely brunch, satisfying your hunger for most of your day out. After you all finished your meal and chatting, Matty decided he was showing you around for the day which you were more than happy with.
Denise throwing her suggestions in for where to take you really made you giggle, Matty sighing at a few of them as he was already going to take you there but she apparently ruined the surprise. But you loved that she told him to take you to where he used to work because that did give you a giggle.
Matty gave you the bigger tour first, opting to take the car to show you his and the boys' old high school and he told you so many stories about the shit they all got up to back in the day. You would pay so much money to be a fly on the wall back then and experience it like a film playing out to you.
He showed you his old house that he lived in before he was a teenager, and on the drive he pointed out the other boys' childhood homes, telling you Adam’s house felt like a second home to him and that his Mum, Sue, always felt like his second Mum.
Your journey ends with him taking you to Carrs park where the both of you have a nice long walk together, sharing stories and walking hand in hand as you find out more about each other. Matty tells you of the summers that he and the boys used to come down to the park all the time and on hot days they would mess about in the river.
He tells you about when Flo would come over for summers to stay with Adam in Manchester instead of staying in Sheffield, and about how she apparently always preferred her Aunt and Uncle’s home over her own. That he taught her how to skateboard at the skate park that was also in the park which he showed you and you made him promise that in the summer he would bring you back and show you his skills.
You both walk around the park for just over an hour before you head back to the car, and Matty continues with his tour. This time he parks up just off Wilmslow highstreet and you walk down with him.
He shows you The Rex cinema which if you both had more time here he would have taken you to see a film but he promises to bring you back for a date night. To make up for it, he takes you a few doors further down and buys you a few cocktails in Revs, your favourite being the Mean Girl one that comes with a post-it note pegged onto the glass that says ‘So Fetch’.
Matty ends up having a few drinks too and it’s only after you’ve both had two cocktails and 3 flavoured shots each that he realises you both drove here. Thankfully that gets quickly resolved by him phoning his brother and he promises Louis that if he comes to drive you both back, he will buy him a bottle of vodka and pay for his taxi from home to the car later.
Whilst in Revs, you spot a photobooth and after how cute the last ones were, you can’t resist doing another one. These pictures turn out to be extremely coupley, but you blame that on being tipsy and loving your boyfriend's lips on your own. The print was black and white and the camera captured your kisses, giggles, and funny faces and you download the digital version instantly so you can put the cutest one as your lock screen.
You go on your merry way after another few drinks, Matty walking you further up the highstreet to the big Sainsburys so he can get his brother's alcohol and you can’t help but giggle at the mere sight of it. Even more so now because you’re tipsy.
Matty already knows why you’re laughing, but when you ask him, “Is this the Sainsburys?” and he confirms it is the Sainsburys, you get so excited. As if him mentioning the supermarket in a song makes it a landmark you have to see.
You make him giggle though when you run off in front of him in the shop and only when he catches you up and you scorn him does he understand what you were doing. It’s when you tell him, “No, pretend you don't know me and come flirt with me.” that he can’t stop giggling.
The fact that you’ve gone hours without food meant the alcohol has gotten to you and your tipsy state is hilarious to him. The fact you want to be a girl he flirts with in a Sainsburys is all the more wholesome to him though, at least this time he knows he will have an effect on you because it’s so easy to make you putty in his hands.
He does the little roleplay you desired and he loves the way you’re grinning at him, even though the pick up line he used was utter shit, he can tell you’re all flustered. And you only get worse when he breaks the charade and whispers other explicit things in your ear of what he would like to do to and with you and you have to push him away from you, the proximity too much to bear when he gets you too embarrassed and worked up.
You can just about look at him again when you leave the supermarket and he grabs you hand as he continues to show you the last few things on his tour of his home. He walks you back down the highstreet, this time on the other side of the road to let you have a nosy at the shops, before walking straight over the road.
He takes you to his Caffe Nero where he used to work and the both of you get a coffee, in hopes to make the both of you less tipsy, before he walks you down to the Chinese he used to work at as a delivery driver. After a quick conversation, you and Matty decide you want something from there for your dinner, so he quickly phones his family to see if they want anything too.
Turns out they do, and after placing a big order with them, Louis comes and meets you to drive the both of you back to their home and you all have a big family meal. The vodka that was bought is cracked open almost immediately and the three of you end up having drinks together while Denise and Lincoln make themselves a mocktail pitcher to share as you all chat about everything and nothing.
Never have you felt so at ease in the presence of your partner's family, especially the first real time you’ve spent with any of them. Maybe it’s because they're northern, or maybe it is just because they are fantastic people but you’ve never felt so welcome in your life and you’re so thankful for them.
You even get told funny stories about when Matty was little, and your favourite anecdote about him is that when he was really little he had a lisp. You start teasing him and saying odd words mocking a lisp and your boyfriend pretends to be unamused, but it gets even funnier when you and Louis start doing it together. Denise and Lincoln cackled as Matty was getting more and more annoyed, but thankfully a kiss to the cheek appeased him when you got up to get you both another drink.
The family's kindness really makes you not want to leave, and you really will reluctantly do so tomorrow morning. Even more so when Denise hugs you so tightly before she heads up to bed and she thanks you for coming to stay and for such a lovely evening, and she makes you almost tear up when she tells you how much of a good fit she thinks you are for her son and how welcome you are to their family.
She calls you the daughter she never had and it makes you get a little lump in your throat and you just squeeze her tighter before thanking her again for being so hospitable to you. You’ve had such a good time, you drag the night out, trying to stop yourself from getting tired even when you and Matty head back upstairs to bed.
Matty knows what you’re doing and he finds it adorable but he reminds you that you’re too much of a Grandma to try and stay up late for two nights on the trot. As soon as he gets you changed into his top and your head hits his pillows, your eyes close and Matty laughs at the effort it seems to be taking you to reopen them.
So you don’t have to, Matty just sheds off his clothes down to his underwear and he gets in bed beside you after flicking the lamp off, but he practically lays on top of you wanting you to cuddle him. Even when you're falling asleep you don’t fail to root your fingers into his curls and you hum in satisfaction as you play with his hair for a few minutes, but as soon as you stop scratching his scalp, he knows you’re asleep.
But he doesn’t follow you, instead he stays up for a little while longer and he moves back just a little so his eyes can go over every inch of your face. He wills himself to learn every detail of your face by heart, almost counting the freckles scattered on your skin as if that was a piece of information he had to live by, as if he had to look for constellations in the sky that resembled them as closely as possible just so he could feel you near when he eventually goes away.
Matty doesn’t realise he’s brought his hand up to your face until you squirm under the touch of his fingers grazing your cheekbones softly. He stills at your sudden movement but his smile grows on his face when you end up humming, like you're encouraging him to continue as you fall deeper into your slumber.
Your growing warmth beneath him and the sound of your hums lull him to sleep, blissfully pressing his head on the pillow after he’s dropped a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and trying his hardest to continue looking at your gorgeous sleepy face for as long as his tired eyes allow him.
Even when his eyes manage to close and it’s too hard to peel them open again, he can see you burned into his eyelids and on the forefront of his mind is every moment he’s gotten to share with you today and these past few days of tour.
Selfishly, he wishes for them to never end. If there’s one thing he would do anything to have is you beside him all the time.
Please, he says in his head and he hopes whoever can grant him that wish is listening.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next tour stop is Nottingham and driving down there after being in the lads’ hometown is enlightening. It seems like being in their hometown, even if it’s just for a day, fills them up with a surge of energy that had been wearing down throughout the past few months they’ve spent on the road.
So of course, the time it takes you to get there is spent between them all going about the lounge taking the piss at each other and smoking, fighting over the most mundane opinions and even over a chocolate bar they found hidden away in the shelves.
The argument of who deserves to have the chocolate has been going on for over 10 minutes, everyone proposing their reasoning and it is growing more and more ridiculous by the minute. They keep making fun of each other's excuses and loudly counter proposing something that backs themselves up.
“It’s just chocolate, break it into pieces for everyone to have some.” Adam sighs in response to the bickering that keeps growing in volume which mixed with the few hours of sleep he’s had, is threatening to cause him a headache.
“No, that’s not fun.” Ross scowls at him like he’s a buzzkill for being the voice of reason in this debate. Instead, a cruel and fun way to get people to fight over the last chocolate comes to his mind and he smirks as his gaze sweeps everyone in the room. “Who has the saddest story?”
George’s huff in annoyance is loud and it makes you think that this is definitely not the first time a play like this has come about to settle an argument. Still, you frown and ask, “What?” confused at the random prompt.
But your boyfriend answers before Ross can, “It's a game we play, we give a different condition for a story each time to see who wins what we’re short of. This time the saddest story wins the chocolate.”
Your hesitant nod seems to be the only confirmation Ross needed, as if you were the one calling the shots this time to he places the chocolate back inside the cupboard and sits back in the booth to close call out who’s staring with their anecdote.
The first to go is George who talks about how his childhood dog died and though you find it tragic, the guys just roll their eyes and ask for the next one because they’d heard it way too many times before.
The rest of the band follows along, Adam refusing to participate because he finds it pointless and Matty skipping just because he’s fine being a spectator. Polly’s anecdote makes you pout as you listen to her and you end up giving her a little hand squeeze when she’s done. And then it’s your turn.
“Y/N?” Ross raises his eyebrows at you, a challenging look as if he’s entirely sure you don’t stand a chance to win this.
But you surprise him when you straighten in your seat, roll your shoulders and sigh heavily to prepare yourself mentally, knowing you’re so taking the chocolate for yourself.
“I’m playing to win this, okay?” Is your hint of a warning of what’s to come but no one really takes it that seriously.
“Oh go on then, doubt you can beat Polly’s.” Matty taunts this time, a giggle almost weaving through his words.
You shrug, not really giving into the teasing of his words and you start your story, “Okay so this was about five years ago, I was at a party of sorts with my ex. For context I was with him for over three years, we were really happy and I loved this person right.” You almost laugh at the memory, just because of how pathetic it had made you feel for so long until you realised you were far better off.
Clearing your throat, you continue, “Then we go to this party but it's just like at his mates house and we're all there chatting outside around the fire pit and then the question gets asked, ‘where do you see yourself in twenty years’ so each of us go round answering. Everyone mentions kids, marriage, dream jobs, blah blah blah…”
You wave your hand to diminish the importance of what was said and they watch as the corners of your lips twitch in amusement, “So I go and I say everything I hope for, that I want to be happy, have my own house which I share with the person I love, as I'm holding hands with my ex.” Your eyes catch everyone looking attentively at you, waiting for you to continue, “Whatever, I carry on talking about having my own family and everyone is smiling and loving my answer but then my ex has his go.”
You take a deep breath before you go on with the worst part of your anecdote, “My ex said, ‘In twenty years I think I'm still going to be trying to find the girl of my dreams’.”
At that, you hear everyone gasping and when you let your eyes go up to see the group of people around you, you catch a few with their hands covering their mouths and a few just freely letting you see they’re jaw dropped.
What you don’t get to see is the way your boyfriend’s face has fallen completely, his heart sinking to the deepest pit of his stomach and he genuinely feels sick knowing someone had the audacity to say that. It feels like something clicks as to why you were so insecure when it came to you thinking he was ‘settling’ for you after hearing that.
But you’re not quite done yet, chuckling a bit at their reactions, you brush a strand of hair behind your ear and add, “And he didn't just leave it there. He went on to elaborate on what he was looking for. And just like all of you, all of his friends went deadly silent and were just looking at the two of us. I went entirely numb for a minute, but in that time I somehow managed to say, ‘hope you find her’ in the most monotone voice and got up and left.”
A few beats of silence pass, everyone too astounded to even find out what was correct to say in such a situation.
Until Ross breaks it with a simple, “That’s fucking brutal.” which makes you snort out in laughter.
“I know. Can I have that chocolate now?” You extend your hand out for him to give you the prize, you know no one will dare to disagree that your story was the saddest.
And he nods, “Absolutely, fucking hell.”
You watch as the bassist gets the chocolate from the cupboard and gives it to you, and after thanking him softly, you notice the way everyone is still silent, so you turn to them and call them out for it, “Okay, everyone lighten up, it’s been a while since then.”
Thankfully the mood lightens after you win their game, things move on when people get various phone calls and you start concentrating on your phones and what’s on the TV again. Your past doesn’t plague your mind in the slightest as you’ve already buried that away with a nice little bow of trauma securing it away, and you have no intention of letting it get you upset any longer than it did a few years back. It was most definitely his loss anyway and you’re doing miles better for yourself these days.
You move on quite quickly, forgetting about it minutes after everyone went back to normal and you were more sidetracked with baby Hann and the chats you were having with Carly. But Matty couldn’t get it out of his head.
He found that his heart still felt like it had been beaten to a pulp for you. It hurt him a lot hearing how someone who you let yourself be vulnerable with and who you opened your heart to, said something so awful and completely disregarded your relationship like it was nothing.
God knows if someone said that to him it would never not plague his thoughts or have a permanent sinking feeling in his chest. He can’t help but think just how strong you are to have got through something like that and to be as happy and bubbly as you are now.
Since meeting you and getting to know you properly, Matty has always found himself incredibly lucky to easily make you smile or laugh that he can’t imagine ever saying anything so horrible to you. It makes him want to cherish you even more, to protect you from anyone who could be so cruel and hold you closer and tighter than ever.
Which is what he ended up doing. He didn’t bring it up until you were alone that night in the back lounge of the bus just after the last few others had disappeared off to bed.
You’d not long since had a call with Amelia and your manager that started off as business related and as soon as your manager bid you goodbye, you had a good catch up with your best friend. You’ve probably not gone this long without seeing her for a while and you were both getting withdrawal symptoms so you definitely enjoyed your chat with her.
You were equally excited to get back to the fun conversations that always filled the bus, but you weren’t surprised that it was only George and Matty that were coherently talking when you went back to socialise. Turns out you’d been chatting to your best friend for the best part of 3 hours and it was nearing 11pm and with it being an off day everyone was lazy and heading to bed early which you don’t blame them for.
This tour and your boyfriend have really fucked with your sleeping pattern, a month ago you would be tired at this time but now you rarely get tired until 2am. But it meant more time being in Matty’s presence and cuddling up to him awake in his bunk where you talk about anything that comes to mind until you eventually drift off so you don’t mind in the slightest.
Even now after George has just headed off to bed, you just find yourself relaxing in your boyfriends hold that little bit more as you pay attention to the BBC Three show that’s playing silently on the TV. Or that is until your boyfriend gets your attention again.
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Matty whispers in your ear, a kiss being pressed on your cheek right after and his fingers clutching your waist tightly like you could be taken away from him if he wasn’t cautious.
You let your head rest on his shoulder so you can look up at him and in slight confusion, you ask him, “What?”
“With your ex. I’m sorry he did that. It was awful to hear and that’s not a par on what it must’ve felt like.” His fingers rub circles on your waist, under your shirt so his touch is warm and soothing on your skin.
Turning in his hold, your arms go around his shoulder and your fingers play with the short curls at the nape of his neck as you shake your head, “Oh no, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay at all.” His eyes are wide, there’s no way he’ll ever come to terms with the fact that you had to go through something like that.
You sigh a bit heavily, because you know he’s right but it’s been so long since then and it has led you to where you are now so you have no complaints. Your nails scratch softly at his scalp, “I know, but I’m glad with the way everything has worked out.”
Softly, like he’s scared it will set something off that you won’t like, Matty asks, “Was he the guy who you last went out with?”
You nod, “He was the last guy, yeah. I met a girl a year after and we were together about eight months but she kept getting jealous of the dates I was going on and the flirting yet she also wanted me to take her to the dates with me so she could meet the celebs and it all just ended in a big argument so I just decided I was done.” His face is screwed up in a frown that lets you know how he finds that, and you give him a side smile as if agreeing on how bad that was.
“Everyone after her has been one night things which were hit and miss but I’d convinced myself I was better off alone anyway.” It’s easy for you to be honest about this all with him, so you continue, “No one was gonna get it and I’d sort of come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t going to find anything again.” and it’s even easier to let him know how it all changed, “Until you.”
You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he breathlessly asks, “Me?”
And a giggle escapes you when you reassure that’s exactly what you meant, “Yeah, you.”
“What changed?” One of his hands comes up to lift your chin up slightly, fingertips slowly dragging down your jaw and the softness of his touch makes you lean into it.
“Well for a start I was never going to turn down another date with you.” Your lips purse as you try not to smile embarrassedly at your admission, “But then you came round to mine and you were the sweetest. You hugged me when I got upset at your album, you came round and surprised me and bought me a Christmas present.”
Your heart swells in your chest as you remember, your eyes stay on his and you find yourself wanting to forever be under his gaze because it just has goosebumps erupting on your skin, heat rising up to your cheeks and a tingling hitting every corner of your being, “You make me nervous, and I’ve not felt nervous talking to someone in the longest time, I missed that.”
There’s a need to clear up your words when you realise it could come across wrongly, “But I wasn’t nervous because you’re the lead singer of my favourite band. I was nervous because of you.” His delicate smile reaches his eyes, those crinkles you’ve grown to love showing just how happy your words are making him and he continues his delicate tracing of your features as you add, “The things you do when you talk to me, when you smile at me or smirk at me. You make me the best kind of nervous.”
His thumb teasingly runs across your bottom lip, your breath hitches in your throat and you hold it there until his finger runs down to press on your chin softly, “I still make you nervous?”
“All the time.” It comes out in a whisper but it’s wholehearted because it’s the actual truth, “I love it when you’re not actively trying to make me flustered.” That’s a bit of a white lie, because you do love it when he teases you even though he makes it so hard for you not to be embarrassed by it in public.
Matty pouts slightly, “But seeing you flustered is how I know it’s all working.”
He makes himself sound so innocent like that, you roll your eyes in fake annoyance, “Yeah, yeah. You just love watching me squirm, I know.”
And then that smirk you love breaks on his face and it all comes together when he chats back, “Love watching you do more than squirm.”
It makes you so incredibly giddy, he can definitely feel the heat growing on your face at his words, “Yeah I sure know you do, you little shit.” You narrow your eyes, an attempt to appear menacing.
He snickers at your effort, offering you an eye roll and a sassy, “Oh but you love it.” as a response.
“I do.” You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you agree. There’s no need to keep anything to yourself anymore, you think, and how liberating is it that you can just cup his face and pull him in for a sweet kiss to show him just how much you adore him.
Your tongue teases his bottom lip and he lets your tongues meet without a second of doubt, he hums when he tastes you and you hum back to let him know how much you enjoy this. It is so easy letting time pass when your lips are moving with each other, your fingers clutching each other tightly and oxygen be damned for your one priority is showing what you feel through your kiss.
You pull back panting when you can no longer kiss without feeling like you’re gonna pass out from lack of oxygen in your lungs and he takes the opportunity to bring back what started it all, “I’m sorry he made you feel like you weren’t enough.”
“Thank you for making me feel like I am.” Your head tilts as you say, doe eyes almost sparkling at him like a love sick puppy for him.
You swear it was impossible to feel stronger for him until he nudges your nose with his and your lips brush together as he says, “You’re more than enough, baby. I’m the luckiest to have you.”
All you can do is press your lips against his but before you can deepen the kiss, you’re pulling back enough to look at him deep in the eyes and let him know once again, “Obsessed with you.”
Matty experiences something new every minute he spends with you, he swears, because it’s so incredible the way his heart easily swells in his chest with everything you do and say. It’s so easy for him to reciprocate, almost painful to keep it in that he’s, “Obsessed with you too.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Nottingham show was nothing short of incredible. As per usual the boys gave their absolute best and delivered a gig that you know for a fact people wouldn’t forget (you know the feeling far too well of wanting to go back in time to experience their shows over and over again throughout the years) and Matty’s interactions with the audience made you laugh as per usual. Especially when he gave them four songs to choose from and even after Paris lost to Menswear, he decided to still play Paris after it.
Your note being, I certainly like you better when you take off your clothes ;) x that night assured that he went absolutely unhinged for you on stage during Too Shy. You found yourself sweating at his intent hip movements as his eyes swam through the crowd in search of you, winking your way when he found you and you had to hide behind your hands all flustered while the girls around you squealed, entirely unaware of your presence and thinking it was meant for them.
Leeds comes next and you have the best time too, especially when he opens your note and cackles loudly when he reads, Drive Like I Do, when? instead of a cute note like he had been expecting.
He surprises you when Robbers comes on and he sings the climax of the song in the style of the Drive Like I Do version of the song. You scream so loud at that, joining the crowd's cheers and when the next song starts, you’re left feeling all gooey inside at the fact that the littlest things you can mention will end up in him trying to appease your wishes.
Newcastle is entirely shocking to you. You were excited to be there, especially since Matty mentioned Tim would be attending and you’d finally be able to meet him, but you’re absolutely not ready for the surprise you got once you got to the venue.
It had been slightly hectic, since people were swarming the place so you had to sneak into the venue almost being shielded by George and Ross’ big frames as you hid in a massive hoodie and some glasses to try and keep your identity hidden.
You find yourself shaking in anticipation as you’re walking between George and Ross on your way to the greenroom, trying to have a pep talk in your mind so that you calm yourself down about the prospect of meeting your boyfriend’s Dad.
Of course the lads caught onto your shaking hands that you were wiping on top of your hoodie, Ross teased you for being nervous but George assured you it’d be alright. So you settle a bit, slowly coming to terms with it and preparing yourself to offer Tim a smile as soon as you step through the door of the greenroom.
But when you get there and see that Lewis fucking Capaldi is there, you can’t help but let out a squeal of excitement. The Scottish legend who in a few months you know you already have a date booked in with, makes you so excited. You run to hug him hello and he’s equally excited to see you there.
Tim makes you cackle when he says, “I’ll be offended if I don’t get hugged just as enthusiastically.” behind you and you let go of Lewis to greet the comedic legend. You’re glad your reaction to Lewis’ presence served as an ice breaker because then the conversation with Matty’s Dad flows easily and you find yourself laughing at the fact that you were so nervous about meeting him when he’s an absolute sweetheart.
Spending the day in Lewis’ company is as funny as you could’ve imagined and the filming of him taking the piss out of what Matty does on stage makes you cackle laughing. Thankfully with the other singer distracting your boyfriend, you could easily sneak your note into his pocket today, and you felt quite proud of that one.
That night you stay back behind the stage to watch the show (the crew gave you some in-ears so you could still hear everything the way that you would if you were in the main bit of the arena). Tonight your note was Obsessed with you and everything but Newcastle aren’t winning the cup baby xoxoxo and when the camera shows Matty snorting at it and shaking his head, pocketting it again before grabbing his acoustic guitar, it made you giggle and when Lewis asked you about it and you told him, he started laughing too.
This had all come about because like George had been roped into supporting Newcastle United by his best friend, you had been dragged in to support Manchester United because that’s Amelia’s football team. Yesterday was the first leg of Newcastle's semi-final in the Carabao Cup which you all watched and you were happy for Matty that they won 1-0, but tonight was Manchester United’s first semi-final match and you had a good feeling your team was going to win. Regardless though, you did think that you would end up playing your boyfriend’s team in the final, and you can’t let him get too comfortable so you kept teasing him yesterday saying regardless of if they win, Manchester United will beat Newcastle.
The show moved on quickly, and it wasn’t a surprise that you started tearing up when Tim goes on stage to sing All I Need To Hear and you’re glad you’re right next to Lewis because he makes you laugh when he makes a joke about how the band would be more successful if Tim replaced Matty.
When it’s time for Lewis to go on stage, you’re left alone until your boyfriend surprises you with his presence after he quickly got changed and the rest of the band tagged along so you all could watch Lewis together.
Of course you lot piss yourselves laughing when people go absolutely mad when the text Special guest: Harry Styles comes on the screen and then it only grows louder once the door opens, but to their disappointment it’s not the Watermelon singing man.
Lewis makes it funnier when he waves at everyone, laughter can be heard from the crowd and it grows louder when he walks up to the mic and says, “My name is Harry Styles and it’s good to be here. I know what you’re thinking; ‘He looks different. He sounds different’.” And with one last adjusting of his guitar strap, he adds, “But make no mistake I am Harry Styles.”
But your amusement dies in your throat in a split second when he starts strumming on his guitar and he starts a song you have been dying to hear for far too long.
If anyone told you a few months ago that you’d be hearing Antichrist be performed live at a The 1975 concert for the first time by Lewis Capaldi, you would’ve thought it to be the most far-fetched joke anyone could come up with. But here you were, already crying at Lewis singing the first line to a song you’ve waited so long to hear in concert.
Matty doesn’t realise how bad your state is until Lewis sings, “Is it the same for you?” and you shake with the sob that rips through you. The visuals on the big screens were making him laugh and he assumed your soft shaking was just a product of your laughter, the sound being drowned by the loudness of the crowd singing along. He’s entirely taken aback by your reaction and in instinct he wraps his arms around you from behind you.
He hears you tearfully but softly singing the next verse but you fully let your broken voice rumble with the crowd for the third verse.
The buildup to the bridge starts and they lads take a few seconds of silence to clock onto your state and giggle. They didn’t expect you to have such a reaction to Lewis singing the song, and Ross is a cheeky bitch so he points it out.
“This is exactly why we’re never doing this song.” If you’re crying this hard then the bassist wouldn’t want to imagine how badly the people in the crowd were looking.
You don’t even allow yourself to form a proper answer and instead you let the song dramatically reply to him. You point your finger at him and George who is right beside him and belt out the bridge almost entirely enraged at what he’s just had the cheek to say.
But that doesn’t appear menacing to them, George and Ross laugh and you can feel Matty’s chest shaking with laughter behind you. Even Adam was giggling away at your emotion and it was only making you sob harder as you sang. You don’t even have the mind to think about how embarrassing this might be when you look back because you’re completely overcome by emotion.
They’re not done taking the piss out of you when the song is over, and you’re left shaking your head at their jokes whilst you wipe the tears off your face, Matty’s lips pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder but you feel his breath hit your skin whenever he laughs at any of the guys’ quips.
Lewis announcing, “I was going to sing one of my songs next, but I thought it would just be better to play a Taylor Swift song.” has you gasping way too loud, interrupting another joke Ross was about to make at your expense but your reaction to the Scots’ introduction of the second song is enough to earn you a round of cackles.
George is louder this time and his giggles are so contagious you find yourself laughing with them, that is until Lewis starts singing the Taylor song you’ve loved so much since you were a teenager and the waterworks start again.
It is all such a mix of emotions, you can’t help the tears streaming down your face. It’s the song being played right after Antichrist, it’s the feeling of Matty’s arms wrapped tightly around you and how he sings it softly to you in your ear. You’re purposely keeping your volume to a decent point so you can hear your boyfriend singing it to you.
If he wasn’t holding you, you would’ve melted and died on the spot. Your legs feel wobbly from the crazy storm of butterflies fluttering inside your stomach and there’s a burning heat that runs through your veins that melts your insides.
“You alright baby?” Matty asks you softly when the song is over, brows furrowed as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
You nod softly, just letting your tears run down your cheeks until they stop but he’s on the task in a matter of seconds. He stands before you, hands cupping your jaw and thumbs swiping at the tears staining your skin.
Through his in-ears he hears they gotta go back on stage in a minute but before he rushes back with the lads, Matty showers your face with pecks. When he reaches your lips though, he can’t help himself and locks your lips in a sweet kiss, one that lasts longer than needed because George is yelling at him they need to go and so is the crew member talking in his in-ears again.
You pull back and push him softly so he can go, and just because you’re feeling better and in a jokey mood now, you give his arse a slap before he’s gone from your side. He looks back at you with a smirk, right as he gets to the door and winks at you. You’re left smiling like an idiot, waiting for the show to continue.
Lewis teases you throughout the rest of the show, at first for crying at what he did but then when Matty did something like wink into the camera or thrust at the audience. The Scot was a big tease and whilst you pretended to hate him for it, you had such a fun evening singing along to the boys with him.
Unfortunately, with there being a show the following day in Liverpool and Lewis heading back out on tour, you couldn’t go out and have a few drinks together that night. But you all bid him goodbye, you give him a hug and tell him that you and Amelia will be seeing him soon.
It felt bittersweet saying goodbye to Tim, but he told you that you had to come back up to Newcastle with Matty as soon as you were free to and he would happily show you around the city properly. Before you even know it, you’re back on the road.
You passed out pretty much as soon as you got on the bus and Matty found you in the bunk fast asleep about 5 minutes after you said you were heading to bed. Just before he climbed in to join you, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips hoping not to wake you and he was grateful he didn’t disturb you when he cuddled himself into you and slowly fell asleep himself.
Waking up outside the arena in Liverpool was an interesting ordeal. There wasn’t a gated section where the buses could go here so when you and Matty woke up and were hoping to head out for a walk, it was a little difficult because there were fans outside.
So a little plan was devised to combat this, and it was orchestrated and quite literally carried out by George. The drummer suggested that you wrap up in a hoodie and have the hood up and that he would carry you out and into the venue, and people would automatically assume you were Charli and that you were asleep.
The queen of pop had gone back home to London after the Manchester show, along with Carly too but no one but those of you on the tour knew that. So George carrying a girl into the arena seemed like a perfect way to get you in unseen and keep your relationship underwraps.
There was an alternative, that Ross carry you inside in the same way, but as soon as you made a joke of that's a good way of socialising with him more, Matty chipped in quickly and cut that idea off. So it was Matty’s jealousy that decided that you would be carried the 10 metres into the venue by George.
And thankfully it went fine and there were a few fans who made a fuss but George just smiled and kept walking with you in his arms. Your legs were around his waist and your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you hid yourself away into his neck until the metal doors closed.
Once they did, you looked up at George and grinned, he laughed at your grin and smiled back. You couldn’t not tell him as you were in his arms though, “You smell really good.”
“Thanks babe.” The drummer winks, resulting in you immediately becoming flustered.
Matty heard and saw all this, so with a brief look of jealousy and distaste, he nudged his best friend, indicating to put you down. However, the drummer instead smirked, “Nah, she’s mine now mate.”
If that didn’t have you internally choking, the drummer moving his hands to your arse for the briefest few seconds to tease his best mate did. You’re winning at life well and truly, you’re certain you’ll die a happy woman.
After that, George let you return to your feet and you and Matty went about your day. It was quite early and both of you didn’t sleep well really despite falling asleep quickly. The bunk was definitely beginning to get uncomfortable now, so you’re certainly excited to be getting closer to being back in a proper bed.
Matty however, thought ahead and booked the two of you a day room at a nearby hotel which you both walked to after you had a sneaky walk around the docks, thankfully not being recognised by anyone. The room was stunning, and not even because it was fancy, it was just because after not sleeping in a proper bedroom since you were in Manchester it felt like a luxury.
A luxury which both you and Matty tarnished completely because you both did more than sleep in the bed and made most of the time you had alone with no need to worry about being quiet. You both napped after you wore each other out but then you both showered together which ended with both of you on your knees one after another.
After checking out and getting a taxi back to the venue, everything went smoothly. There was even a surprise waiting for you, which may be another best moment of the tour, because thanks to the fan who threw a sausage roll on stage back in Manchester, Greggs have sent the band a PR package.
It’s a glorious sight. 13 hot sausage rolls and a dozen different pasties for you all to feast on before the show. It was amazing and you’ve never seen food disappear so quickly in your life.
After that, you and Matty both greeted Denise and Lincoln who made the trip up to come and watch the show again. You were sticking to being in the pit again tonight and you went out just after Denise said goodbye to the boys.
When you got to the pit, you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw the crowd yelling and waving at Denise who is up at the top of the first tier of seats. She waves to her fans like the true queen she is and before you know it the show starts.
The show is as amazing as it always is and the crowd is as loud as ever. You’re screaming along with all of them, every line to every song at the top of your lungs but your yells of excitement are interrupted the moment the consumption interlude comes and, while everyone is screaming even louder at the sight, you’re speechless in embarrassment.
You’ve never felt such regret for sleeping with your boyfriend before, but when Matty did the consumption interlude that night and he took his shirt off, revealing to the 11 thousand people (Denise and Lincoln included, plus the band and the crew) that you’d scratched his back to shreds earlier. Your jaw dropped when you saw the red marks lining his shoulder blades.
You quite literally consider running away and never showing your face on this tour or to anyone on it afterwards but thankfully the show carries on and after a few songs you manage to forget about it. It’s a shame everyone else doesn’t forget though, because when you head backstage after the set has ended, you get endlessly teased for it.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the day after, the fans figured out that it wasn’t George carrying Charli into the venue in Liverpool. The bright side was that they didn’t know it was you but they found out it wasn't the queen of pop in the drummer’s arms because Charli attended an event at the same time as the gig back in London so the conspiracies went on and on. Twitter seemed to connect the girl in George’s arms as the one who had marked up Matty’s back and they seemed to just take the piss out of Matty for it because he wasn’t strong enough to carry you inside himself.
It made you and George laugh, but your boyfriend not so much. The next day he took every excuse he could to pick you up off the ground whether it was just to prove the point, or just to twirl you around to make you giggle. At one point he gave you a piggyback ride and he ran around the room filled with all the boys in it, even making Jordan take pictures of the two of you.
Jordan sent you both the pictures that night, and one of the pictures that came out where Matty is running but you and him towards Jordan is so funny. In the first, you and your boyfriend are giggling as he's zooming past the camera but you are both grinning line lunatics as you clutch him.
The second one though is your favourite because it was caught just as you lent around over Matty’s shoulder and his head was twisted towards you, and you were both laughing at each other as he held you up. You were fairly certain you kissed him afterwards too just before Matty raced back around the room.
Before any of you knew it, you were on the plane over to Ireland. The night you got there, you stayed in a hotel and with your free day before the next gig and Matty showed you around the sights. You had such a fun day being a tourist and your boyfriend showed you his favourite spots he always tried to come to when he was in Dublin. And to end the night off, you and the rest of the boys all ended up going to a pub where traditional Irish music was being played inside and it was so much fun.
The Dublin show was the second to last date of the tour and everyone had been incredibly excited about it. Of course, it had been a bit sad seeing this leg of the tour coming to an end but it had all gone so well that you felt more like celebrating the conclusion of such an amazing tour than sulking over it being over.
But it wasn’t the nostalgia of seeing the tour ending before your eyes that made the mood come down when you were all gathered in the greenroom at the venue, instead it was Jamie letting Matty know what a certain tabloid was planning on putting out about him on the next day’s paper.
You instantly caught the change in his behaviour and did your best to cheer him up a bit, which thankfully wasn’t that hard because he seemed to have gotten over it when it was time for you to go out into the crowd and him to get on stage.
That night, you kept your note sweet but funny, using his lyrics to try and steal at least a giggle out of him. When he read that it said, You got a pretty kinda dirty face x he chuckled to himself and pocketed it with a smile that reached his eyes. You were relieved seeing him smiling harder now after the note and you silently hoped it would stay that way until the gig ended.
But you celebrated too soon, because he went on to let the large crowd know about the situation right before singing Love It If We Made It and your heart got heavy seeing the clear distaste and upset on his face.
Matty didn’t let it hold him down though, because he went on to give a passionate rendition of the song and you got goosebumps as you watched him enraged and growling out the lyrics.
Unfortunately, after the show was done, the high came down quickly when you all walked back into the greenroom to the news of the article having been published online already and reading it was upsetting.
You watched as your boyfriend read it multiple times, getting more and more angry every time but he kept it to himself, only letting scoffs and shakes of his head show to everyone. The rest of the band read it and called bullshit on it, rolling their eyes at the way something had been twisted and taken way out of proportion.
It was when you got in the bunk together later that night, in the tour bus on your way to Belfast, that Matty properly let his emotions show.
He let angry tears fall from his eyes silently with you cradling his head on your chest, your right hand rubbing his back soothingly as your other hand was on his head and softly scratching his scalp.
It broke your heart hearing him getting this worked up and upset, your head a tangle of confused thoughts as to how people could be so quick to jump to the worst conclusions when taking a singular second of a moment out of context to fit their villainizing narrative.
“I’m sorry.” Matty apologised as he sniffled, picking up his head from your chest slightly so that he could wipe the tears off his cheeks.
But you shook your head, letting your hands come up to cup his face so you could take on the task of wiping his tears, “Don’t apologise, baby. It’s what I’m here for.”
You pulled him back down to rest over you and he didn’t have it in himself to deny the comfort that you were bringing him so he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and, right after he left a soft kiss on your skin, he quietly asked, “Am I a bad person?”
“No, you’re not.” You replied in a heartbeat, not even a hint of doubt crossing your mind, “People just love making others seem worse than them so that they can feel superior. It’s so fucked.” Your fingers tangled in his curls and pulled on them slightly, just so he could look at you as you continued, “Everyone knows the person you are, and you would never do that. You don’t stand for that. They’re always looking for something they can turn into a scandal and it’s so unfair that they do it at your expense.”
His teary eyes watch you intently for a few seconds, silence engulfing you entirely but your eye contact doesn’t break. That’s how you catch the tear that falls from the corner of his eye with your thumb quickly and you have to bite your bottom lip not to cry yourself.
Matty doesn’t say anything and you can’t blame him, it’s upsetting enough to see him go through this so you cannot imagine what it must feel like being called such a name for an action that got completely misinterpreted.
He kissed the palm of your hand softly, wet lips pressed on your soft skin adoringly with his eyes closed as if he’s indulging in it all.
“Let’s just go to sleep okay?” You suggest delicately, whisper breaking the silence and the heaviness of the moment, and you’re so glad that he nods and melts right into you.
After a long minute, you hear Matty sigh and you stay awake until you’re certain he’s asleep. Only when you register his steady breathing and the absence of his sniffling, do you will yourself to close your eyes and get some rest.
~*~*~*~ 30th January ~*~*~*~
Today, you woke up still feeling your chest heavy after everything that had happened last night. But it’s Amelia’s birthday and she's flying over to join you on the last day of tour, so you were excited to go pick her up from the airport, but that unfortunately meant having to leave an upset Matty for a bit just as the crew is starting to bring everything inside the venue.
Earlier that morning, whilst you had gone to the small bathroom in the bus, Matty had read the article once again and when he caved and went on Twitter to see what was being told, he felt his blood starting to boil in anger.
You can see it on his face even now that you’re back. You had managed to make it back to the venue, this time with Amelia beside you, just in time for soundcheck and despite the fact that Matty sounds amazing, it’s written all over his face just how much this is all bothering him still.
On the way back to the venue, you told Amelia what happened and the boy's reaction to it, so she was up to date. But despite the slight atmosphere, you weren’t going to let it affect your best friend's birthday.
The boys greet her warmly when she arrives and they all ask how she’s been. She gives you all the gossip that you’ve missed out on from the chicken shop offices along with other industry stuff that she’s heard. The boys find it quite amusing watching you both back together, it’s easy for them all to see you’ve both missed each other, it’s certainly like what any of them would be like with any long time apart.
Before long, it’s time to soundcheck and whilst you see Matty’s mood dip a little at that, you don’t comment on it despite it being written all over his face. The last thing you think would be helpful is drawing attention to it in front of everyone. So you just peck his lips quickly before you part ways and you head down to the pit with Amelia, fully intending to dance to a few songs with your best friend. And dance you do, to Too Shy, It’s Not Living, She’s American, and a couple more. However, the short practice takes a turn.
It surprises you when the singer turns to George and tells him they’re soundchecking Pressure right after they’ve finished soundchecking Oh Caroline. You feel your chest contract as you hear him angrily spout the lyrics, constantly taking sips of the water bottle that he keeps throwing to the ground beside his feet and rubbing his face like being in his own skin is annoying him.
The feeling in your chest gets even worse when after a few songs, he mumbles something into the mic and the lads start playing Me.
The second the song starts and you recognise it, you feel your heart sinking and you can’t even try and force a smile at Matty when he catches a glimpse at you. His eyes almost evade you as if it hurts him to have you seen him this way, but he keeps getting annoyed at every little thing from then on.
First, he keeps complaining about the volume of his mic compared to the rest of the instruments and after the third time he signals the sound guys to change it, he huffs and rolls his eyes as he gives up on everything. The next thing that happens is that he messes up the lyrics and makes them all start again, and that happens twice which has Ross grumbling under his breath at Matty.
Unsurprisingly, you and your best friend watch as the tension sweeps over the stage. The bassist muttering things clearly annoys Matty a bit more than it normally would and it seems like his thoughts start tangling together after that because he misses a line and starts later than he should’ve and the second he realises his mistake, he explodes in anger.
“No- Stop. Stop!” His arms are wailing around, brows in a permanent frown and his cheeks a hint of pink from how worked up he’s getting, “It’s all wrong!”
Adam lets his head hang at the outburst and George just watches Matty like he’s trying to find the best words to approach him with but Ross has had enough with his attitude so he just airs out his thoughts without much of a filter, “If you’re gonna change the setlist last minute then at least fucking try to properly soundcheck it mate. We’re all doing our parts alright.”
Matty knew they were all playing it right and it was just him who was unable to get it together and at least practice it well, “I fucking know Ross, okay?!” He’s almost shaking from anger, feeling like Ross isn’t even trying to understand where he’s coming from, “Fucking hell. Go and get called a fucking Nazi and see how it feels.”
“You think that hasn’t upset us all?!” Ross hisses in annoyance, “We fucking get it Matty but you’re being a right dick right now.”
“You know that it isn’t true so why are you letting it get to you this much? You’ve never let this shite get to your head before, why now?” Ross has a point with what he’s saying but the reasoning goes over Matty’s head when the bassist adds, “We’ve been through shit like this before, just stop caring like you always do.”
Matty takes is the wrong way and he’s fuming as he says, “And what’s that fucking meant to mean?” He doesn’t even let Ross speak though, because he’s quick to interrupt whatever he’s about to say with a scoff, “You’re such a fucking twat, Macdonald. That’s it. I’m not doing this anymore.”
Not even caring to put the microphone back on its stand, Matty throws it to the side and starts walking off stage, long strides that have Ross shaking his head, “Yes, fucking leave. ‘Cos that’s the best solution.”
Matty turns around to spout a venomous “Fuck you Ross.” and the last thing you hear him say before he disappears back inside the venue is, “Great fucking friend you are, you arsehole.”
You’re fully speechless watching all that happen before you, Amelia squeezes your forearm in shock and that snaps you out of your trance.
Your eyes go to Ross, who looks away when your eyes meet, then to George who just gives you a crooked smile and finally to Adam, who smiles softly at you like he’s trying to comfort you from afar.
“It’s just one of his tantrums, he’ll be alright.” Adam waves off as he sets his guitar on its stand, “He just needs a bit of time.”
You nod and sigh, the heaviness in your chest becoming more prominent, “Should I go check on him?”
“If you want?” George says once he’s down from where his kit is set up and shrugs at you with a bit of worry on his face.
Ross is the one to warn you though, “He might snap at you though, so don’t take it personal if he does.”
“Right.” You nod absentmindedly, trying to think of where Matty might be. You let your bottom lip free from between your teeth and turn to your best friend before you’re off to find your boyfriend, “Sorry Ames, I’ll be right back.”
Shooting Amelia an apologetic look, you start walking past her and she manages to get a little chuckle from you when she calls, “S’okay. Go get your man.”
You make a dash for the backstage area and arrive at the greenroom the quickest you can, and thankfully Matty is right there pacing the room with his head in his hands. His hair is sticking out in every direction from how much he’s pulling on it in frustration.
Careful to not startle him, you clear your throat as you walk into the room and stop when you’ve barely crossed the threshold. “Baby-” You try to ask him if he’s alright, but he interrupts your words when he looks up at you, red eyes with tears threatening to spill out at any second, and basically throws himself into your arms.
The weight of his body hitting yours has a huff slipping past your lips but your arms are quick to clutch him tightly and you allow him to just silently cry into you again. Instantly, you start whispering sweet nothings as you try to calm him down, but nothing works for a while.
Slowly, you guide the both of you to the nearest settee and when you take a seat on it, you encourage him to get comfortable with you. He has his legs thrown over your lap, his head hidden away in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
Matty is fully silent the whole time, just letting everything out on you and you try your best not to get upset yourself as he cries. 10 minutes must go by when he sniffles continuously and takes deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down, and he lifts his head up once he’s managed to stop crying but not before leaving a bunch of pecks on your neck.
“I’m such a twat, I’m so-” He tries to apologise in a panic, retreating to his space on the settee so he peels himself off you and that has you frowning.
“Don’t.” You interrupt his attempt at an apology and turn to him with a soft expression, your hand comes up to his face and cups it, thumb rubbing on his cheek and feeling the stubble creeping on his skin. “It’s okay, baby. Nothing to apologise for. You feeling a bit better?”
Your boyfriend lets his eyes close at your touch and he hums as confirmation in complete honesty. He’s so glad he can let himself be this vulnerable into you and he certainly notices just how much comfort you bring him because just your presence helps him settle down a bit after what had happened.
“Good.” You mumble in response and, cradling his head, you pull him onto you so he can rest on your chest while you hug him.
Despite all the bullshit that has gone down, seeing how you react in this situation and how you comfort him has his chest swelling. There’s no denying it anymore that you’re one of the best things that has ever happened to him and some thoughts start to clear up in his mind, all about the feelings he has towards you and a hint of how he might’ve underestimated them a little.
About 5 more minutes go by before the band and Amelia come back into the greenroom, their chatter quieting down when they walk into the room. They are wary about the state Matty was in and they don’t really want to disturb him if it was affecting him that much. There will be a much better moment to talk about it later so they will keep their mouths shut about it until the time comes to bring it up.
Amelia walks up to the drinks table and gets you and herself a water bottle, it really is so that you can give it to Matty because she doesn't want to disturb the singer. But when she walks up to you and hands you the bottle, you smile at her and thank her and the mention of her name makes Matty lift his head up to see your best friend.
He offers Amelia a forced side smile and you’re both surprised when he says, “M’sorry for ruining your birthday Ames.”
Amelia clicks her tongue and waves him off, “You haven’t! There’s nothing to apologise for, Matty.”
Your boyfriend gets himself up and pulls her into another hug, “Let me make you a drink, as an apology.”
“Maybe that apology I will accept.” Amelia giggles and she gives Matty a tight squeeze.
Your curly haired brunette smiles at your best friend before letting her go, and he looks between you and her before clapping and rubbing his hands together, “Let’s get the party started then.”
You don’t get in the way of that at all, George gets involved immediately grabbing a can out of the fridge and Rebekka and Polly all grab drinks too. Thankfully once music gets put on, the atmosphere settles a little and you relax that little bit more. And you’re really thankful to everyone wanting to make Amelia’s day special.
After you all end up having your first drink and raising your glasses to your best friend, you quickly grab your boyfriend’s attention for a moment, just to tell him, “I’m just gonna run to the bus. I need to get something, very quickly.”
“You remember the way back here, right?” Matty double checks, and he’s about to offer to come back with you until you assure him.
“I do.” You promise, and you cheekily ask, “Can you please make me another one of those cocktails for when I get back?”
Matty just grins though, “Of course baby.”
Quickly, you kiss him before you head out and Matty’s heart races that little bit when you turn back before you walk out and you catch him smiling at you.
He feels himself blush at the way you wink at him before you disappear off and he takes a second to calm down before he preps the drink you requested. He chats to your best friend with ease and Matty can tell himself getting that little bit better because she provides him with a good distraction. Even if she is jokingly asking if you’re boring him on tour yet or if your excitement has dwindled during the gigs.
When you come back 10 minutes later, everyone notices because when you come back in because as you do, you flick the lights off and when all eyes go to the door, they see you smiling with a birthday cake in your hands. You start off singing Happy Birthday to your best friend and you walk toward her with a grin and laugh through the lyrics when you see her cackling at the fact you have bought her a children’s Spiderman cake.
You’re glad she found it funny as all of this Andrew Garfield hype definitely wasn’t going to leave her anytime soon. After you set the cake down just before the song finished, Amelia blew out her candles and turned to you to give you the biggest hug ever. She thanks you a bunch of times and you giggle telling her how much you love her and have missed her and that you hope she has a fantastic day. After you say how excited you are for her to open her presents, and she promises she’ll open them when you both get back to the hotel, she notices that you’ve changed.
“Outfit change?” Amelia asks with a grin, as she knows exactly where she’s seen this outfit on you before.
You grin and nod, “Had to get my party fit on, Ames.”
“Course.” She laughs, and you notice the way Matty grins as he realises what you’ve changed into as she says, “You look hot.”
You wink at her and smile, “Thanks bestie.”
She winks back at you before turning around herself and heading over to socialise with Ross.
“Party outfit?” Your boyfriend moves over and wraps his arm around your waist. He can’t help but knowingly ask, “You’re wearing this for me?”
He doesn’t even have to ask. He knows you are. Why else would you be wearing red leather pants paired with a cheetah print, long sleeve top?
You shrug nonchalantly, trying not to let the grin tug at your lips, “Maybe?”
“Brings back good memories.” Matty says as he comes around to stand in front of you and he wraps his arms around your waist.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of your first date. You genuinely can’t believe that your favourite singer is now your boyfriend, and it all started in a chicken shop in Cricklewood. “Amazing memories.”
Matty has genuinely never been so glad he agreed to an interview. And yes maybe he will eventually admit that he requested to have the date with you, but he’s beyond glad that he did because you have changed his life so much, and it’s certainly for the better.
“The bandana is missing though.” He points out with a soft pout on his face, you can’t hold back from pressing a quick kiss on his lips.
“I didn’t pack it. Sorry baby.” You truly wish you had taken that red bandana with you now but you think the outfit looks recognizable enough without it.
He quickly finds a solution in his head, “I can sort that out.” A red bandana is easy to get, he figures.
“‘Course you can.” You scoff out a laugh, but your amusement settles deep in your chest to add to the adoration you feel for this man. “Kinda wish it was raining right now, you know?” Your voice raises in pitch slightly and your smile grows bigger on your face when you think back to that moment, “Wanna kiss you in the rain again.”
Matty blushes and smiles so big, it reaches his eyes, wrinkles showing at the edges and it makes you melt as he says, “Do you?”
You hum as you nod, “I really do.” And just to taunt him you feign pity as you say, “What a shame, isn’t it?”
His eyes go from your down to your lips and up again continuously, you lick your bottom lip purposely as if daring him to kiss you but he sighs shakily and agrees, “What a shame.”
You want to laugh, his self control clearly crumbling because his gaze keeps dropping down to your lips, so you wrap your arms around his neck and with a toothy smile, you say, “Just kiss me, silly.” and Matty is not one to say no to anything you want.
However, your kiss is interrupted by Amelia and Ross gagging loudly beside you as they approach you with shots in hand. Turns out having tequila shots was the birthday girl’s wishes and you are pushed to downing the hellish liquid multiple times while you wait for the show to start.
Right before you’re off to the pit, you all have a little toast to the tour and to Amelia and it’s so cute being part of this little family. It warms your heart looking back and seeing how everyone had welcomed you into the tour and it’s even more special when you see your best friend also be treated like one of the family.
You’ve caught her giggling around with the band all night, having long conversations with Polly and Ross and even whispering about god-knows-what to Matty before you leave. It has you curious how they seem to be scheming something in secret until the very last minute you have in the greenroom.
But you forget to ask what they were talking about when you’re rushing out of the greenroom and it’s hilarious because, since you’re so tipsy, you and Amelia are giggling uncontrollably as you make your way through the pit.
Your note tonight is perfect for what Matty has schemed with Amelia, and he thinks it’s such a cute coincidence that you’ve written, Baby you look so cool x (you’d originally written babe but scribbled the e and written a y just underneath it) without knowing what is going to happen when the band starts playing Robbers.
Next comes the Charlie Chaplin cover of Smile which never fails to make you do just that, even if Matty acts all drunk and lonely on stage as he sings. You think it’s a beautiful song and you’re so happy that you’d got to see him sing it so often. But what happens next shocks you and the entire arena beyond belief.
It sobers you up watching the bit play out on stage, unbelievably so when you see Matty break down into tears holding Ross’ shoulder and apologising to him as Ross is forced to stand there and not react. You can’t even tell if he’s crying for the bit or not, it worries you.
As soon as you knew the consumption interlude was coming, you headed backstage needing to know if everything was alright because even though he had played 6 more songs after that bit had happened, he seemed a bit off.
So you appeared backstage and your arms opened up for him to run into them the second you saw him and you’re so glad he clutches you tightly and promises you he’s alright after you ask him if there was something bothering him.
He didn’t have much time to stay and chat to you, since the crew had gotten the stage ready for the at their very best section quickly so you reluctantly let him go with a sweet kiss that he thoroughly enjoys despite being rushed back onto stage.
Once he’s gone back on stage with the lads, you figure it’s better for you to be close to the stage just in case he gets upset again, so you go to the far left side of the stage where typically the crew watch the show from and stay there for the rest of the show.
Or at least that is what you were planning to do until your boyfriend takes the opportunity of An Encounter drowning the arena to start a little monologue which sparks your curiosity.
Matty smiles into the microphone and adjusts his in-ears as he walks over to the edge of the stage and leans forward as if he’s about to tell the crowd a secret. “You know, this next song has become a lot more special this past month and I wanted to share with you the reason for why that is.”
Listening to those words knowing that Robbers is next makes you turn slowly to your best friend and you find Amelia smiling brightly as you and you just know she has to do something with this because of the mischievous glint in her eyes.
There isn’t a chance for you to even ask about what’s happening when she drags you into the back of the stage and up the stairs so that you’re right beside the house. You’re so confused but you have to take quick steps so you don’t fall and it is when you’re almost by the door of the house that she pulls out a piece of red fabric and when a bit of light manages its way over where you are standing, you realise it’s a red bandana - the one you were missing.
“Put this on.” Amelia holds the bandana out for you.
But you’re so confused about everything, and why you’ve been moved to behind the stage, and what the bandana is even for, so you blankly ask, “What?”
“God- Okay,” Amelia half laughs, before she takes control of the situation as your confusion isn’t helping, “I’ll put it on you then.”
Your best friend spins you around so she can tie the material at the back of your head before turning you back and adjusting the bandana so it’s over your nose and it’s in the perfect position.
“What’s going on?” You ask as she’s doing this.
Your confusion doesn’t help when you can also hear screams from the audience and Matty’s muffled voice too. Clearly somethings going on and you’ve been left in the dark.
Your best friend looks you dead in the eye and pleads, “Trust me okay.” But you can’t settle.
“Ames, what’s happening?” You repeat yourself and she must be able to see the panic in your eyes because she answers you.
“You’re gonna go out there for something your boyfriend has planned.”
It’s an instinctive reaction to immediately be defensive, “What?! No!”
“Yes, come on!” Amelia grins, and quickly goes on to guilt trip you, “For me? For my birthday?”
“Ames…” You trail off, feeling like you’re frozen because you have no idea what you’re meant to do. Especially when she hands you a black bandana.
But your best friend spells it out for you, “As soon as Matty opens the door, you’re gonna tie this around his neck, okay?”
“Okay.” You say in a bit of a rush, your blood flooding with adrenaline so you blindly accept what she’s telling you. She adjusts your red one on your nose again, making sure it’s perfectly positioned as she instructs, “And keep this one around yours.”
You not without really knowing you’re agreeing yet you respond, “Okay.”
“Good luck,” She grins at you like a proud mother, “You got this.”
“Amelia-” You’re about to beg her for something more, but before you can the door in front of you opens, almost making you jump.
Your boyfriend stands at the open door with his hand already out for you to grab, the dreamiest smile on his face and you’re so nervous, you’re feeling a rush of a million emotions in one second.
And then your gaze drops to his chest in full show because his shirt is open and when you realise he’s somehow managed to get the Robbers shirt and is proudly wearing it for the song. It knocks the wind out of you, your throat goes dry at your lack of knowledge of what’s about to happen that involves you but Matty looks so happy compared to earlier that you’re willing to take part of whatever he’s planned.
That sultry, “Hey baby.” which makes your stomach flutter, snaps you out of the initial shock.
“What are we doing?” You ask through the bandana, almost frozen in your spot but he encourages you to take a small step forward.
“Putting on a show.” He pulls back and grins before he looks down at you and squeezes your hand as he says, “You look gorgeous.”
“I-” Whilst the compliment makes you blush, you’re not really sure it’s the time as you want more instructions from him than flattery. Regardless though, you end up stuttering a, “Thank you.”
“I got you baby. Let’s go.” Matty squeezes your hand tightly and this time you don’t hesitate to step out to him as you hear An Encounter begin to fade into your favourite song. Your boyfriend turns to you once more at the entryway to his house, the both of you just beside Rebekka and he still shields you from most people as he leans down to say into your ear, “Do what we did the other day in soundcheck, okay. I’ll stand on the table and when I go to sit down you crouch, okay?”
“Okay.” You nod complacently.
Kneel down in front of him, you can do. You’ve had practice at this point and you’ll be fine.
Your boyfriend checks once more, looking into your eyes intently for any discomfort you may be feeling as he asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah.” You promise him, nodding.
You trust Matty completely. If he wants you to do this, and be a part of his show, you’re going to do it as best you can.
The singer grins, leaning down again quickly to promise, “I got you.” and as you smile beneath the bandana, he also kisses just over your ear which makes you get flustered all over again.
And then suddenly you’re hit with a mass of screams and it’s difficult to even listen to the music that is being played around you. If you didn’t have those in-ears already in you would be fucked.
Matty walks just one step in front of you, pulling you across towards George, but only for a step until he turns back towards you and pulls you into his body. His hand lands on your waist and he slow dances you towards the white door as the drums kick in and everyone screams again.
Little do you know, more screams take place because on the screen, it comes up with, Special Guest: New Robbers Girl. It’s a detail which you will certainly be laughing at later but in the moment you have no idea as your boyfriend is dancing you across his stage.
You giggle, knowing exactly what he’s doing and what he’s referencing as you dreamed about someone doing this with you when you were younger and you first watched the music video that still to this day has you in a chokehold. Despite your heart beating wildly, you let him lead you like that, spinning you both around until you are through the door and see Polly and Jamie who give you big smiles.
That’s the moment Matty frees you from the short dance but he pulls your arm until it's fully extended and you’re gently dragged along in the direction of the stairs. It's again another reference to the beginning of the music video and you love it with all your heart.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, it doesn’t take you long to reach the place where you know you’re gonna be standing which is right by the coffee table and once your boyfriend turns you around by the waist so you’re facing him, you catch Adam smiling at you and it definitely helps to settle your nerves a bit.
But Matty starting to sing brings all of your attention back to him, goosebumps erupt all over your skin at the charged energy of the arena and the way he sounds with the crowd singing along.
In your hands remains the bandana Amelia gave you just before the door opened, and you remember what you’re meant to do with it when you clutch it tightly between your fingers. So you bring it up to his neck so you can tie it on the back, but your actions still when he sings the next line staring directly into your eyes.
“God only knows but you’ll never leave her,” the conviction in his eyes makes you melt inside, your knees get weak and your heart swells and the flood of every feeling this man brings you comes in even stronger when he reiterates into the mic, “Never.”
You aren’t sure how you manage to tie the bandana around his neck when that happens, but you’re soon smoothing your hands from his shoulders down to his sweaty taut chest and you genuinely feel like you need to pinch yourself just to make sure you aren’t dreaming.
His fingers wrap around your wrist and slowly he walks backwards until he hits the coffee table and he gets up on it. He doesn’t even have to guide you where to go because you’re positioning yourself right in front of him, looking up as he continues to sing.
The lights on stage showcase his beauty, and you can’t help but get lost in how good he looks in his element. It’s different seeing it from up close, the brown of his eyes glistening under the lighting and his curls being illuminated like a halo around his head.
“Begging babe stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.” You watch him intently and you can’t help but grin at the way he nudges the microphone against your chin for that final stay.
Matty can tell just how big your smile is from the way your eyes are half closed and the apples of your cheeks moving to bring the bandana up the slightest bit. And he smiles just as brightly, nothing has ever felt more right to him than this.
As he’s singing, “One more fight,” Matty slowly steps down from the table and you know your queue. You start to kneel down and when you do Matty sits on the end of the table.
You’re singing along with him, not giving a shit if he can hear you or not or whether it’s ruining what he had planned but you can’t help yourself. He’s singing your favourite song to you.
He reaches the first, “Will I know you.” and as Adam’s guitar begins to ring in the background, Matty leans in and you know what’s coming. You welcome the way he gently grabs your jaw over your bandana and he pulls you in.
In the short gap between the verses, Matty presses his lips over yours, through the red material you’re wearing, and you can’t help but smile as you close your eyes to kiss him back. It’s a weird sensation, kissing but not quite, but you can feel his smile through it and you can see the joy on his face when you both pull away seconds after the crowd erupts in screams.
What the fuck is happening? Is all that’s going through your mind at the moment.
Your mind just can’t really grasp reality at the minute, not when your boyfriend is making one of your teenage dreams come true. Hell, your boyfriend is your teenage dream come true.
Both of you stay in that position as he continues onto the second verse, with you singing along as he looks into your eyes. Matty can tell you’re doing this, and he doesn’t need to see beneath the material to know that your lips are pulled into a huge smile, he can tell just from your eyes alone.
“You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face.” Matty grins over his microphone as he sings that line at you. But he doesn’t stop there, he gently traces his finger down the centre of your face as he does and it has people screaming that little bit louder, along with you doing the same internally.
As he continues, he doesn’t let his touch stray for long. Instead, he takes a piece of your hair and starts toying with it. Twirling it around his finger over and over as he sings, “And when she’s leaving you’re home, she’s begging you to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.”
Your eyes glimmer with adoration and your heart feels like it’s about to burst in your chest when he sings, “There’ll be a riot, cause I know you.” and he takes a hold of your wrist where ‘Be a riot’ is inked on your skin and he plants a chaste kiss over it.
It isn’t long that you can stay short circuiting over the gesture, because he’s sliding his hand up from your wrist to intertwine your fingers and helping you back up to stand on your feet.
The song starts building up, his voice becoming more passionate and so does his touch which goes from your hand to cup the side of your neck, bringing you a step closer to him. His fingers lace through the strands of your hair, twirling them softly before letting them fall.
And you know it then, what he’s going to do, knowing which line is sneaking up on you and you nod, reading his mind about it. It’s subtle and reassuring, and it’s warmth that envelopes you as it pours out of both of you when you know that this is it.
Matty’s finger tentatively comes to rest over the bridge of your nose, hooking on the edge of the bandana and he slowly peels it down your face as he sings, “But if you just take off your mask,”
The screams of the crowd when your face is finally revealed are deafening, yet it feels like you’re inside of a bubble. Just you and Matty. No one else. And this is your moment, just you two and there’s absolutely nothing else you could ever wish for.
Your cheeks hurt from how big you’re smiling, and his own smile is making it harder for him to continue singing. That and how badly he wants to seal this moment with a kiss, how badly he wants for everyone to know just how strongly he feels about you, how badly he wants for everyone to see how you’ve got him at your mercy entirely because he’s sure there’s nothing you could ever ask that he wouldn’t do.
“Sing it for me babies!” Matty shouts to the audience and he holds the microphone out towards them so they can scream, ‘Now everybody’s dead!’ but your boyfriend has other ideas for you two.
With his other hand, Matty cups the back of your neck and firmly and fiercely kisses you as the crowd screams the lyrics at the both of you. He lets the wire fall over his arm as he drops the microphone so he can get it again with ease later, but he brings his now free hand to your waist, wrapping it around your lower back pulling you into him, until he consumes you entirely.
It’s instinctive that your hand roots into his curls at this point, the other grabbing hold of his open shirt, pulling it towards you making sure he can’t escape either. Your heart is pounding, entirely running on adrenaline, and completely overwhelmed with the feelings you have for the man who’s holding you in his arms.
Matty never wants to let you go and you hope he doesn’t either. Over the loud screams you can barely hear the song anymore but you know he’s missed more than just that one lyric. It’s only when you just about hear the others singing through your in-ears, “He’s got his gun.” that you realise you’ve both got too wrapped up in the moment.
Yet, still in your hazy mind, you manage to register your favourite part of the song and you’re the one who pulls back and breaks the kiss solely to tell him, “Babe, you look so cool.”
His face is flushed, curls dishevelled just how you like them and that loopy smile on his face that melts your heart, and he looks into your eyes in a way that you just can’t describe, his lips parting and letting a soft exhale to hit your mouth before he sings to you, “You look so cool.”
Suddenly, he remembers he’s meant to sing so he’s hastily getting ahold of the mic again, but he interrupts himself and cuts the run he’s meant to do as he sings the word ‘cool’ when he watches your lips move as you sing along and he can’t be arsed singing anymore when you’re right there in front of him.
He throws the mic to the floor, the wire falling down his arm so he’s free to cup your face with both hands and pressing your lips together feverishly. His arms wrap around the back of your neck, and he brings his hands up to your hair to pull on it softly once before he’s crossing his forearms behind your head so he can pull you impossibly closer to him.
You moan softly into his mouth at his desperation, matching it with the way your fingers dig into the flesh of his waist where you’re holding him tightly as if there was a chance that he could be snatched away from you if you weren’t careful. You kiss until you’re lost for breath, only parting when you need to for air but it's never for more than a split second.
There's a push and pull between you as the rest of the band finish playing the song with huge smiles on their faces. If Matty came into the kiss a little too strong you’d try and take a step backwards but he quickly follows you, keeping you in the kiss, and he would lean backwards pulling you forwards.
The song unfortunately ends and that's when you force yourself to pull back from the kisses. But when you do, Matty just grins and he turns towards the crowd, pulling you with him and he moves so he can hug you from behind quickly so you can take in the applause.
“All for us baby.” He says into your ear, and you can’t help but turn around to quickly hug him, a little embarrassed being up here in front of so many people.
Your boyfriend giggles but doesn’t hesitate for a second to hug you back as the applause rings on. After a second though you pull back and Matty takes your hand in his and he starts moving the both of you back over to Adam’s side of the stage so you can get to the stairs.
Matty lets you walk in front of him, making sure you get up the stairs alright, and then he lets you walk back across the top of the stage towards the ‘front’ door. George and Rebekka grin at you as you walk past which gets you a little more embarrassed but you embrace it when you get to the door and you look out at the huge audience again.
You blow them all a kiss and give them a big wave and smile which makes everyone scream again and it makes you giggle. When you turn to look at your boyfriend again, he’s already grinning at you and he gives your hand a squeeze, and just the way he’s looking so cute and so gooey, you give him another kiss.
It’s quicker than your last few but it means just as much as those ones. You can feel each other's smiles which cuts it a little shorter but you’re grinning like fools when you step back towards the door again.
Like a gentleman he opens the door for you and as you’re about to go through he pulls you back in for another kiss. It’s a short kiss but it’s one you cherish so much, even more when you part and at the same time you both mouth, “Obsessed with you.” at each other. You take a step through the door but before you can walk through, you feel yourself get all flustered as he looks at you, before you can walk through the door though he holds your hip and tells you, “Wait here a second baby.”
Matty quickly pecks your lips one last time, before he jumps down from the top stage, onto the settee and then he quickly crouches down to pick up the microphone from near the edge of the stage where he threw it earlier. He sighs with a toothy grin on his face once his eyes are back on the crowd. Seeing this many people witness you and him finally out and not sneaking around makes him incredibly happy.
“Y/N Y/L/N, ladies and gentlemen.” His voice rings through the speakers, as he turns to watch you wave goodbye to the mass of people in front of the stage and you quickly blow him another kiss before you turn to walk back through the house’s door.
“Wow, what a girlfriend reveal!” Matty breathes out with a giggle at the end, as soon as you’ve disappeared behind the door. He’s so giddy, he just can’t conceal it and he doesn’t really want to so he gives in and proudly shares with the crowd as he grabs he walks up and down the stage, “I’m a very lucky man. The luckiest in fact, can you believe I’ve managed to snag one of the hotties from Chicken Shop Date?”
The crowd gets loud again but the noise doesn’t stop the thoughts from leaving the singer’s mouth entirely unfiltered, “I know I can’t. Still have to pinch myself every morning when I wake up next to her. She’s truly the woman of my dreams.” Matty feels his cheeks get hot at the admission, a string of giggles slipping past his lips.
At least the screams he gets as a response feel like validation so he continues with it, “Sorry for being soppy but, I mean… You lot know her, how could I not?” He’s trying to elongate the mic’s wire, knowing which song is next on the setlist and how he’s gonna want to go all around the stage.
But as he finishes unknotting it and pulling it the most he can, he looks back up to the people before him and adds some more, “Isn’t she just fucking gorgeous as well?”
Matty truly could speak about you for hours, it’s not even been a month since you’ve officially gotten together but he has so many things about you pinned to the forefront of his mind and there’s so many things that he thinks about you that he could honestly find himself lost in sentences regarding all that you are and what you’ve achieved and every little thing you do.
So it’s no surprise that his tongue wants to let loose and spill all of these thoughts out but then he hears George call him, “Simp,” through his in-ears and all of the band giggles when it stops Matty in his tracks.
He turns around to look at the drummer with a glare and he calls him out, “Alright George, piss off. I don’t say shit when you’re with Charli.”
It makes the crowd laugh and holler, some of them spouting comments in the air that get lost in the chaos of so many people shouting at the same time but in a couple of seconds it settles and a particular scream manages to make itself clear out of the crowd and Matty cackles loudly into the mic, “Someone’s just said foursome.”
George laughs into the mic as well, and Matty manages to hear something along the lines of, “You can be in the corner recording.” in between the crowd’s loud screams at the prospect of the lewd proposition.
“Let’s not bring that back to Y/N’s attention please, I’ve already gone through that chat.” Matty admits with a cheeky smile, hoping that you’re listening to this and already picturing in his mind the way you must be flustered at this talk being had on stage in front of thousands of people.
And you are flustered, fanning yourself because you feel scorching hot after everything that has happened in the past ten minutes. So much so, you’ve had to sit down and you’re now watching the screens backstage as you listen to your boyfriend.
“I feel faint.” You let Amelia know, your brows are softly pinched together from how lightheaded and hot you’re feeling but still staring at the screen in front of you with a look that Amelia reads instantly.
With the adrenaline dying down, you can’t quite believe you’ve just done that. You got your robbers kiss, your moment to your favourite song that you’ve only dreamed about since 2013. And now, you and Matty are public. You can’t stop smiling despite the way your heart is beating out of your chest.
Amelia sits beside you, her arm going over your shoulder and she pulls you into her as she giggles before kissing your cheek.
“You’re down bad.” She concludes, she can see it written all over your face and it shines through your eyes and her heart swells in her chest for you.
She’s never seen you so happy.
Despite how soon it may be, you nod in confirmation, “I am.”
From the way your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and the tingling you feel rushing to every corner of your being, you know it’s more than the adrenaline pumping through your veins that is making your heart beat wildly. After what just happened on stage, there’s no way you can deny that your feelings for Matty are getting stronger with every second you spend by his side.
It’s crazy. It’s rushed. It’s far too soon. You can almost clearly hear everyone telling you.
But you know in your heart, nothing and nobody has ever felt more right.
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A/N: We hope you enjoyed this one because we truly loved writing it so much. We were so emotional thinking about how this was originally the end, so glad we got more content to continue writing about! We just wanted to say that we’re not having the Friedland podcast in this story because we have no interest in touching that subject in a work of fiction that we consider an escape from reality. Instead, since this is a continuation of NRIACC Matty and he wouldn’t have ever taken part in that, we’re having the Brits as they were meant to happen and we’re so excited to write that evening and share it with you guys. Thanks so much for reading again, and for your patience and all the love you give this story, yous are the best! xx 
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