#matty fresh

[wrestletotheground]

all the stache haters coming out I am inside your walls don't even START

#LOOK WHAT WE HAD #holding out hope tour starts in a month maybe he just wants it to be fresh and grown out by then!! #(delusional) #matty healy #the 1975

[caterjunes]

y'all calling chilchuck middle-aged..... i figured he was 40 at least but he's only 29?? are y'all fucking kidding me?

#keeping it fun and funky fresh #matty reads #i'm legit mad about this #29 is not fucking middle aged jesus christ

[ember-not-amber]

I bet that one or two of the songs on TTPD are about Matty Healy and how so many of her fans disapproved of her dating him bc I just know that she felt some way about that bc she is online and sees what her fans are saying. And after they broke up she sang IDWLF as a surprise song on the eras tour.

“wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life”

#original post #taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #I don’t support Matty Healy for the record #swiftblr #swifties #taylornation #I’m betting the songs that are about him are Fresh Out The Slammer and Guilty As Sin?

[martyrbat]

ao3 you want to bump me up in giving me an account soooo bad....

#I NEED TO POST SOMETHING FOR MATTY'S BIRTHDAY PLEASE AO3.... #i have my old account but like. no we're starting fresh you dont need that thing from 2018. #its supposed to be in 2 days because im dumb and forgot i had to get an invite to make an account until earlier this week

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Eli: Wow, I wish I had something like the both of you. What’s more romantic than meeting the love of your life and living happily ever after?

Stiles: We met at a seafood restaurant waiting in line for the bathroom.

Eli: I bet it was love at first sight.

Derek: We both had food poisoning.

#teen wolf #stilinski hale family #eli stilinski hale #eli hale #vince mattis #mieczysław stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #source: fresh off the boat

[nettleparade]

hi i made a tierlist of which one piece characters i think would go noodling for catfish

#one piece #op #opla #tierlist #note that this is based purely in which characters i know like. exist. there's way too many of these bastards. also it's based in vibes ONL #IMPORTANT NOTES: yamato's in the high noodling enthusiast tier because in my heart he talks like matty matheson #in my mind's eye i can hear him saying 'yeah we're just a couple of big dogs hangin out in the pond' while neck deep in a catfish burrow #idk if luffy would actually be a good fit for noodling considering he'd just. stretch #same w buggy if his arm disconnected he is NOT getting that thing back. #like he could THEORETICALLY be in the noodling god tier but he's also a wet noodle himself so idk if buggy would survive. sorry bud #also i was hesitant on where to rank sanji since he obvs values his hands and stuff #but then i saw that one cover of him popping out of the water w an eel in his hands and realized he'd do literally anything for fresh food #though risking life and limb for catfish would only be in dire situations for him i think #additionally i forgot helmeppo existed at all but yeah that thing would absolutely kill him #anyways i already posted this thing on twt but just so we're all clear. i made this for jack. hi jack :3

[rainybookshop]

Okay leafsblr who do we think is getting the inevitable hat trick tn

#do we go with the classic matty hatty #or with the fresh and exciting mcmann hatty repeat #or is it going to be absolute batshit insanity along the lines of the bertuzzi bday surprise #personally I think a domi hatty would fix me #but really I think anything is possible given whatever prehistoric sorcery we've apparently unlocked #leafs lb

[wylansgoggles]

leigh saying jordie is the only character death she regrets writing on instagram and then saying this in the comments 😭

#jordie rietveld #matthias helvar #david kostyk #adding david because mans is also dead #rip matty fresh 😔✌️ #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #rule of wolves

[allylikethecat]

I've just re read through MWFD so far and omg it's so good 😢 are you planning for the story to follow the whole pregnancy, or just through to the end of the tour?

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for reading Make Way for Ducklings once let alone twice! I'm so glad that you're enjoying it! I hope you didn't find any plot inconsistencies that I missed 🤣 So, I had this fic 100% totally outlined and it went from where we started (Fictional!Matty taking the pregnancy test in chapter one) all the way to the first few weeks after having his baby.

There were obviously a few time jumps (we don't need multiple chapters of fictional!Matty hiding in his childhood bedroom haha) BUT I have since been influenced by asks and peer pressured by a few trusted advisors (you know who you are lol) as well as my bestie to make some outline changes - basically in the OG outline Fictional!George didn't find out about the baby until the very end, after they had been born.

Apparently that is *not the vibe* and it is *not cool to drag it out that long* so I am currently working on revising my outline... so this was a very long way of saying that at this point I have absolutely no idea 🤣 it will probably cover the entire pregnancy because fictional!Matty is ready to be the best parent ever even if he has no idea what he's doing and him and fictional!George with a baby is going to be adorable 🥺 (plus... I wrote a scene about festival season when I first started this fic and it would be a crime to not include it lol)

Thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask! I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying Make Way for Ducklings, especially with it being an uncommon trope in the tag! I hope you continue to enjoy it wherever the plot ends up 🤣

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #mpreg #make way for ducklings #george will probably find out sooner rather than later now #i just need to actually sit down and plot out the new outline #ive just been rewriting the a&e fic chapter because i decided i hated it so we're starting fresh lol #keep it kind #thank you for reading and for your support!!

[piercedthrutheheart]

TikTok comments are a wasteland rn

#i saw someone say matty is a breath of fresh air

[mellifiedprincess]

REALLY SHORT BUT SAPPY SHIT! and boob talk for like 2 seconds.

Opening the door to the house you share with the boys, you immediately take notice of the lack of noise that usually takes place.

You can’t say you’re not a little bit grateful, especially after working a 12 hour shift as a peds nurse. It was not a good day to say the least. All you wanted in that very moment was a hot shower and to be wrapped up in the arms of your ridiculously handsome boyfriend.

Closing the door to the garage, you walk over to Chris’s door and softly knock waiting to hear a response. “Yeah?” You peek your head in and see the boy at his desk, headset on and eyes focused on the monitor in front of him. “Oh, hey Y/N/N- Yeah, she just walked in.” Chris replies to you and then who you assume to be Matt through the headset. “Hey Chrissy, just checking in before I head upstairs. You okay?” This was part of your nightly routine. You couldn’t really remember when it started, but you always had to check on Chris and Nick before going to bed. Otherwise you couldn’t sleep.

“Yeah, I’m good. Matt’s yelling in my ear right now asking for you to hurry up. Kids acting like you just got back from war.” You let out a soft laugh at his remark. “I need to check on Nick, then I’ll be in there.” “Oh Nicks gone. He went to hang out with Larray and Arrington.”

“Alright. Well, try to get some sleep. You guys have that really important meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Oh shit! I totally forgot about that. Thanks.” You nod your head and you both say goodnight, before you turn and finally make your way to your bedroom.

When you open the door, your eyes find Matt’s already staring at you. He looks so…soft. Soft and warm and inviting. “Finally!” He huffs out. You can’t help but laugh at him as you walk over to where he sits at his desk. “I missed you so much today.” His voice is muffled by his face being smushed into your stomach, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if you were gonna leave him.

“I missed you too angel.” Your fingers push his hair away from his forehead, and you lean down to place a gentle kiss to his hairline. “I do need to shower though, and then I’m all yours.” A very audible whine leaves his mouth and he pulls you down into his lap, and immediately shoves his face into your neck.

“Can’t you shower in the morning? I wanna keep holding you.”

You’re convinced your heart just melted in your chest from how sweet your boyfriend is. “How about you come sit in the bathroom while I shower? You can tell me about your day.”

“Okay!” He jumps up at that and your eyes widen at the sudden movement. “Jeez Matty, warn me next time.”

“I’m just really excited to see your boobs.” That comment earns him a slap against his chest and an eye roll.

“You act like you don’t see them whenever you want, kid.” “I could have 24/7 visual of those things and it still wouldn’t be enough. Same thing with that pretty face of yours.”

You would never understand how he could be so sweet, yet disgusting at the same time.

You make it to the bathroom, and Matt places you back down on the floor before walking over to the shower to start the water for you. “I’ll be right back, baby.” He places a quick kiss to your lips and exits the bathroom.

When he returns, he’s holding a pair of fresh love sweatpants, clean underwear, and an old t-shirt of his that you stole and claimed as yours a long time ago. “Ughh I love you!” You can’t help but exclaim before pulling him closer to plant another quick kiss to his lips. “I love you way more though. No argument there.”

And Matt really believed that.

The love he felt for you was soul consuming. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“That’s not fair. I love you just as much as you love me! You’re the sun in my freaking sky Matthew.” You pout. Pout. And Matt can’t help but gush at how fucking cute you are.

He looks down at you, your arms wrapped around his waist, and he swears to himself that he would be the sun in your sky for the rest of your lives. And he knew what you meant by that, but being the sun in someone’s sky is nothing compared to being someone’s moon.

And you were his moon. Full of love and hope. The most nurturing person he knew, always taking care of others before yourself, especially him and his brothers. And you were always so calm, which helped a lot when he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you in the shower so we can go to bed. I know you’re probably exhausted.” He softly pats your hip, and moves so you can get undressed and finally shower.

Later that night when you finally retreat to bed, your head lies on Matt’s chest, sleep calling your name so softly you can barely keep your eyes open. Matt just watches you. He watches as your chest slowly rises and falls, and your breathing slows. He watches as you curl into his side even more. But he knew you weren’t quite asleep yet, because this man knew every minor detail about you.

So, when you reach for his hand and bring it to your lips before squeezing it against your chest, where it would stay for the rest of the night, he knew you were finally asleep.

#sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader

[stuniolvs]

keep you safe ~ m.s.

in which matt snaps at you because he is having anxiety before a show.

(please leave requests!)

matt had begged you to go on his second tour with him. you two were a fresh couple during the last one and he absolutely hated it.

he just missed you like hell and didn’t want to do that again. so you agreed to go on this one with him.

it’s currently the second show and you loved going to the first one with him so you were excited about this.

you guys had been driving for most of the day before stopping the tour bus at the hotel then checking in and dropping off all our stuff then driving back to the venue. now just waiting in the tour bus until the triplets needed to go in.

you had noticed that matt seemed a bit off but you just figured it was because he didn’t get good sleep last night.

“hey baby are you excited?” you ask matt who was watching tv. “mhm” he sighs not breaking his gaze from the tv.

you entered the venue with various security guards around you and the triplets.

meanwhile matt was biting his nails feeling extremely stressed and anxious. he felt sweat prick at his hairline. he started doing some deep breathing as he entered his green room type of area to get ready.

you quietly sat on the floor backstage wanting to leave matt and his brothers alone to get ready.

nick entered the room first wearing a purple shirt and some jorts. “looking good nick!” you compliment “thanks babe, i gotta go check with the sound people so ill be back soon” you nod.

then matt enters backstage. he’s wearing a blue tshirt and jeans, simple, yet he still looks so pretty. “hey baby, you look g-“ “shut the fuck up! god you’re being so annoying!” he shouts quickly storming out.

matt felt panic rise in his throat.

shit. shit. shit.

he felt himself start to sweat as he’s breathing restricted. he tried to take deep breaths but they’d just get caught in his throat.

“matt?” you shout down the long hallway knowing something was up with him.

“i-i-i” he tries to yell but it comes out barley a whisper. luckily you heard him in their because it was fairly quit in the hallway cause nobody went down it unless they had to use the restroom.

you quietly open the door and the second you see him your heart tugs. he’s sitting on the ground with tears running down his face, sweating, and trying to breath.

“hey, hey, matty.” you slide down next to him. you pick up his hand and place it on your chest covered with a blue shirt. matt looks up at you with glossy eyes. you take deep breaths as matt try’s to follow “so sorry” he mutters three times through strangled breaths. “matt it’s okay” you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

he quickly kisses back, putting his shaky hands on your waist.

after a couple minutes you pull back.

you speak before he gets the chance to, “matt what’s wrong?”

“i-i don't know.” he mutters “i-im so sorry baby, i d-dont know what’s wrong. i don't feel good.”

“its okay matty. i love you and if something is wrong, even if you don't know what it is, please tell me and i can help."

he takes a deep breath“i love you more and i promise i will.” he sighs “i have to go, we go on in 10” he groans.

“okay baby, win for me. i love you so much,” you say with an idea popping into your head. he kisses your nose. you run a paper towel under the sink and wipe his face with it. “i love you too baby.”

you walk him over to his brothers and you place a parting kiss on his lips with a “you look so amazing matty.” and a flushed matt enters the stage.

you walk over to you favorite security guard and speak to him. “hey, i have to go get some things for the triplets i should be back about 20 before the show ends, ill text you when im back.” “oh yes of course mrs.sturniolo, ill be there to walk you in when you text me.” he nods “thank you so much!”

you leave and stop by your favorite flower stand and get a bouquet for matt. then you stop by target and get candy and stuffed animals of their animals for each triplet. you leave and arrive back 16 minutes before the show is gonna end, holding a bag full of stuff.

you enter the backstage area seeing the triplets enter from the stage, all three of them sweaty.

matt glances around before landing on you before he jogs over to you “baby! baby! i won!!” he says holding up his medal.

“good job matt! here you go, there’s more stuff in here but they're for your brothers too so can you go get them?” you ask while handing him the flowers you look up at him after your rant and see a shocked matt staring at the flowers. “these are for me?” you nod aggressively. he looks up at you and places a soft kiss on you lips, slightly leaning because there’s a bag and flowers in-between you guys.

he pulls back, “thank you so much baby. i'll go get nick and chris.” he says placing a soft kiss on your nose.

when matt, nick, and chris are in front of you you hand them their candy and stuffed animals.

they all hug you thanking you.

"are we ready to go back to the hotel?” you ask “mhm,” chris says, he looks exhausted.

matt drives them back to the hotel and you all settle down in your rooms.

matt dumps a bottle of water in a cup and uses it to put his flowers in placing his stuffed shark next to you in bed. “to keep you safe.” he said

you smile and open your arms, he lays on your chest. “i love ya’ so much baby” he mutters “i love you matty.” you kiss his head.

#sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[caterjunes]

grayson & i have been rewatching doctor who and goddamn this show is legit good. we just got to moffat's run and i am Very nervous. but rtd's run is heartbreaking and funny and thought-provoking and beautiful and no wonder it's so popular

also we're designing our own sonic screwdrivers lol

#personal #keeping it fun and funky fresh #matty watches #the no 1 babe #that being said good lord the doctor treats mickey & martha like shit #also i am a mickey x jake truther

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Yes. No. I Don't Know.

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Use of the word 'dick', that's about it.

Tiniest bit of angst, he's just kinda cold, but mostly fluff

You couldn’t sleep. Try as you might, you could not fall asleep. It was nearly midnight already and you had to be up early for school. You decided to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower, figuring maybe the night air and watching the stars might make you tired enough to fall asleep. So you threw off your comforter and wrapped a jacket around you, sneaking out of your dorm and up to the tower. No one caught you and you ascended the stairs.

Much to your surprise, there was the school’s well known asshole, Mattheo Riddle, smoking on the balcony. It was hit or miss with you and him. Some days he was okay, at least, not insulting you. Other days, he wasn’t the most pleasant to be around. Either way, you always felt somewhat drawn into those beautiful brown eyes. Even on the days you wanted to snap back at him. He did seem to try to reign in his anger and attitude with you compared to everyone else you’ve seen him with. So you didn’t want to ruin it by yelling at him when he was a dick.

He turned his head to look at you, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette. You could see fresh, new cuts and bruises on his face and knuckles. He got into a fight today.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked and you realized you hadn’t even said anything to him for a few seconds, just staring at him.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You answered and stepped up onto the balcony with him.

“So you came trotting up to the Astronomy Tower at what? Midnight?” He asked before taking a drag off of his cigarette.

“Figured I could come watch the stars for just a little bit. I thought maybe getting out would help tire me a little more so I can fall asleep once I get back to my dorm.” You said, turning to lean back against the railing as you looked at the stars.

“That’s stupid. And dangerous. What if there was someone here that would have hurt you?” He said, taking on a slightly annoyed tone.

“I have my wand. I’m not an idiot.” You said, looking back at him.

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the railing with you. “Still stupid.”

“Why do you care?” You asked, giving him a confused look.

“I don’t. I’m telling you it’s stupid. It’s like you don’t care about your safety.” He said as he looked back at you.

“I still don’t see why you care.” You said. “It’s not like you even like me at all.”

“Fine, forget it then. Do what you want.” He said, looking up at the stars as he took another drag of his cigarette. This gave you a perfect chance to look at his injuries.

“Another fight?” You asked, putting your hands in your jacket pockets.

“Possibly.” He said, exhaling the smoke.

“What caused it this time?” You asked before looking at the stars with him.

“Does it matter?”

“I’m curious.”

“Some guys were making disgusting comments about a girl. Wouldn’t stop when I told them to shut their mouths so I shut it for them.” He said, still looking at the stars, but he shifted slightly like he was uncomfortable.

“You stepped in to stand up for a girl?” You asked and looked back at him.

“Shut up.” He said, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“You like this girl?”

He exhaled the cigarette smoke before answering. “Does that matter?”

“You know my answer already.”

He sighed. “Yes.” He said simply before putting out his cigarette on the railing and flicking it over the edge.

“Wow, Mattheo Riddle has a crush.” You smile at him.

“Oh, shut up.” He said, crossing his arms.

“Who is it?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He said, looking down at his shoes as he shifted again.

“Oh, come on. This girl has to be special to catch your attention.” You said, still smiling at him.

He rolled his eyes again and turned his head away from you. “I said ‘It doesn’t matter.’”

“I thought we were friends, Matty.” You joked.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He said as he looked back at you.

“Just tell me who it is and I’ll stop.” You said with a sweet little smile.

He sighed again, looking up at the stars.

“You’re no fun.” You teased as you noticed he isn’t giving in, looking up at the stars with him again.

He stayed quiet for a moment before looking back at you, noticing your slight shiver. He looked away before taking off his hoodie and offering it to you. You looked at the hoodie confused for a moment before he rolled his eyes once again. “You’re shivering, put it on.”

“I’m not shivering.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I have a jacket already.”

“That’s the thinnest jacket I’ve ever seen.” And he was right, annoyingly.

“But you’ll be cold.”

“Put the damn hoodie on.” He said with a frustrated tone.

“Merlin, okay.” You said, taking the hoodie from him. You took off your jacket and put on his hoodie. It was so warm. And smelled like his cologne.

He leaned back against the railing as he looked at the stars again, not saying anything.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“Yeah.” Was all he said. But that was the first time he replied to any of the times you’ve said ‘thank you.’ You smiled slightly, but didn’t say anything about it. There was a small moment of silence between you two as you watched the stars.

“Can I get one hint about the girl?” You finally asked.

“Are you serious?” He looked at you and you looked at him.

“Come on. I wanna know. I won't tell anyone.” You said.

“Why can't you leave it?” He asked, annoyed.

“Please, Matty.” You said, trying to use your puppy eyes on him.

He clicked his tongue. “Can you stop calling me that?”

“Just tell me and I'll stop.”

“You're so annoying.” He said, sighing again.

“Yet you never do anything about it.” You smile slightly.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“What you normally do with everyone else and ignore them or leave or yell or something.” You said and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

“So you think I enjoy your annoying comments or something?”

“I didn't say that. But I think you do.” You smiled.

He rolled his eyes again, looking at the ground.

“Aw, you do actually like me.” You teased him.

“Shut up.” It was the third time he said this tonight, but it was the first time he blushed, even if it was extremely faint, almost wouldn't have been noticeable if you weren't staring at him already.

“Just tell me who the girl is.” You said, now leaning on him slightly to push him further.

“Why does it matter?” He asked, a bit harshly as he looked back at you.

“I just wanna know who captured your little heart.” You said with a sweet smile.

“You sure it's not because you have a crush on me?” He said sarcastically, but that made you nervous. It's not like you knew your own feelings yourself. You always felt drawn to him. You always liked being near him. Even when he did frustrate you. But he did frustrate you a lot. And he was always cold. And he pushed you away a lot. You didn't even notice your own hesitation until Mattheo raised his eyebrows. It made your face heat up. “Do you?”

Yes. “No!” I don't know. You straightened up so you weren't leaning on him anymore.

“Why'd you hesitate?” He asked, now turning his body towards you.

“I didn't.” You said, turning to him now too and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Bullshit.”

“I'm not lying.”

“(Y/N).” He said, taking a step forward so he was directly in front of you, almost touching you.

“Matty.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Why?”

He paused, letting out a heavy exhale through his nose before rolling his eyes and moving away from you, turning away.

“Why?” You repeat, moving with him, even though he only moved a few feet.

“It doesn't matter.” He said before turning back to you. “Just stop it.”

“No.” You said. You both were directly in front of each other again. “Matty, Matty, Matty, Matty, Matty-”

He cut you off with a kiss, his hands on your cheeks. You froze for a moment before kissing back, moving your hands to grip at his shirt. He pulled back after a moment, but it still felt too short. You both stared at each other for a moment, neither letting go of the other.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“It was just to shut you up.”

“You're still holding me, though.” You pointed out.

“Yeah.” Was all he said as he kept staring at you, his eyes going all over your face; your eyes, your lips, your nose, anything and everything on your face.

“I lied. It wasn't a ‘no.’” You said as you did the same, looking all over his face too. It was the first time you were this close. But that kiss definitely made you realize your feelings.

He kept looking over your face for a moment before looking in your eyes and replying. “It was you. The girl. The one I like.”

You both stayed like that for another moment as you processed everything. He leaned down and kissed you again, much softer this time. It only lasted a moment, but this time it wasn't as hard when he pulled away, knowing that there were more of those kisses in the future.

“I like you, way more than I ever thought I would.” He admitted, still holding your face. “You can be annoying, but I like it. You're always so nice to me, even when I can be a dick and I love that and always feel so bad about it. But you don't understand how much that lifts my mood. And I love it when you call me ‘Matty.’”

“I knew you liked it.” You smiled.

“Shut up.” He said and kissed you again.

Let me know if I should make this into a long series rather than just this short one shot!

#mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x reader fluff

[think0fmehigh]

sidelines (nothing to prove)

‘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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[peterman-spideyparker]

Two Round Apples (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is a very horny fic. Not much thought or plot, but a lot of steamy thots. Enjoy :)

Summary: You try to do a good deed for your closest friend, but it backfires . . . and you accidentally see Matt naked. And his butt. It's awkward, but the thing about the both of you is that you both value fairness.

Warnings: Fluff, friendship, regular Nelson and Murdock shenaniganery, swearing, smut (oral - m! and f! receiving, fingering, p in v protected sex, dirty talk, Matt being a little cocky in bed)

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 4,053

“And Matt’s at that client meeting, so he’s gonna swing back by his place before he comes in to grab some files he was working on last night,” Foggy says over the phone as you cross the street.

“Which files did he take to work on last night?” you ask, looking down at your watch.

“The Kenadie case, the Wayne file, and I think the Slavo, Riley, and Samuels case, too.”

“Wow, no rest for the wicked, huh?”

“You know our Matty Boy—he never takes a break. Ever.”

“Well, I should be in shortly,” you say, taking a left toward Matt’s building instead of a right toward the office. “A lot of foot traffic.”

“No taxi for you?”

“Gotta get my steps in, Fog. Besides, it’s a really nice day out. I’ll see you soon.”

“See ya.”

Hanging up, you slide your phone in your pocket and open the door to the lobby of Matt’s apartment, moving up the stairs before you reach the top floor, sorting through your keys before you find your spare for his door. It’ll be a nice surprise that he doesn’t have to go back and get them. You mean, you were literally right here anyways—sure, it’d be an unnecessary extra mile for an employee, but not for his friend he’s known since undergrad that just so happens to work at his law firm. At this point, it’s just something you’d do for him.

“Let’s see,” you hum as you close the door, looking at the table in the small entryway to see if they’re there before you move into his living room to search the coffee table. As you look and straighten things out, you hear a rustling from his bedroom, your head snapping in the direction of the sound. To your surprise, you watch Matt shuffle out of his room, naked as the day he was born, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the heel of his hand. You yelp in shock and surprise, dropping the files and turning around as you cover your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—I didn’t know you—!” you start, desperately trying to backpedal and lessen the embarrassment you're feeling.

“You’re okay, really, I—,” he starts, sounding just as frazzled as you are.

“Foggy mentioned you had a meeting and left some files—!”

“Oh, that’s nice of you, but—.”

“I-I’m gonna go,” you say, covering your eyes as you turn back around to try and find your keys you dropped on the ground. As you search around for the keys, you catch a glance of Matt’s ass as he’s turned around, his hands reached around to his front to cover himself. You stop in your tracks, letting your eyes linger on his strong muscular thighs and his perfectly round asscheeks. The perfectly round asscheeks that you could bounce a quarter off of.

The perfectly round asscheeks of one of your best friends. 

Swallowing hard, you regain your focus and pick up your keys, standing straight and scurrying out of the living room and rushing out of his building. You navigate the sidewalks as fast as lightning and get to the office in record time, immediately sitting down at your desk and throwing yourself into the work at hand.

“I don’t understand how it’s possible, but you look white as a ghost and totally flushed at the same time,” Karen says after about fifteen minutes.

“Hm? I’m okay,” you lie, as you type at your computer.

“Do you need coffee or something? You just don’t seem like yourself.”

“Slept funny—bad.”

“I’ll get a fresh pot of coffee brewing.”

As Karen gets up, the door to the office swings open and Matt enters, his cheeks bright red as he avoids turning in your direction. Foggy starts to head out of his office to ask Matt a question, his mouth opening but quickly closing it when he catches Matt’s demeanor. 

“What’s up with him?” he asks, turning toward Karen with furrowed brows.

“Maybe the client meeting didn’t go as planned?” she suggests.

“Maybe,” he sighs. “Nothing coffee can’t fix. Karen, sit down. It’s my turn to be brewmaster.”

“I’ll go get some coffee,” Matt says, all too eagerly leaving his office. “We should all caffeinate, and I mean, we have all day to drink coffee brewed here. My treat.”

“I’ll come with,” Foggy says, falling in step with his partner. “We’ll grab some bagels, too. Maybe they’ll even have muffins.”

Your eyes follow them as they slip outside of the main lobby, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Karen turns around to you.

“Okay, what’s going on?” she breathes.

“Kare—,” you start.

“Don’t even try to lie to me. What happened?”

“I saw Matt naked.”

“What?”

“This morning on my way back from taking care of those filings, I went to Matt’s place to pick up some files Foggy said he had left, and I used my spare key because Matt was at a client meeting, but he apparently wasn’t, and he walked out of his bedroom buck-ass naked, and I saw him.”

“Oh my God. Front or back?”

“Both.”

“Oh my God.”

“I mean, the front was brief, but I still saw things, but he turned around and I saw a lot of back.”

“Oh my God,” she repeats.

“And I stared. A lot.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know! I didn’t mean to stare, but, I mean . . . Kare, you’ve seen his ass in slacks. In jeans. Sweats. You know what it’s like to see it bare? It’s even better. Like, so so much better. It’s so firm and round and . . . I broke our friendship.”

“What, no!”

“Kare, I saw him naked. All I’ve been able to think about since is how I saw him naked, and how good he looks naked. You saw how he scurried in this morning and how he quickly he left to go on a coffee run! He wasn’t even in the same space for me for a full minute before he found an excuse to bolt! I ruined things!”

“It’s just awkward. I can guarantee, at some point, all super close friends see one another naked for some reason or another.”

“You think Matt has seen Foggy naked?”

“(Y/N), listen! You’re overthinking this!” She places her hands on your shoulders. “This is just a weird hump that you both have to push through. Sooner or later, you’re both gonna move past it and it’ll be fine.”

“You better be right, Kare. You better be right.”

“Staying late?” Foggy sighs, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Mm,” you confirm. “I was telling Karen when I got back from filing those papers at the courthouse that I didn’t sleep great, and unfortunately the coffee you and Matt so kindly got didn’t give me the boost I hoped for. And I’ve been plugging along all day with my work because I haven’t been able to focus. I just want to get a little more done.”

“Well, don’t over do it—you’re the glue that holds this place together.”

“And you’re the wind beneath my wings, Nelson,” you tease.

“See ya, (Y/N). Have a good night.”

“You, too, Fog.”

“Hey—sweet dreams!”

You give him one final wave as he leaves the office. When the door clicks shut, you turn your head to look at Matt’s office door. You shouldn’t just leave the events of this morning hanging in the air. It was awkward all day, and if you can nip this in the bud, it’ll be better for the office and your friendship as a whole. You get up, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants before you walk over to Matt’s office. As you raise your hand to knock on the door, it swings open on the hinges and Matt starts to walk out, basically knocking you over.

“I’m so sorry,” you both start to say, his hands resting on the small of your back to keep you upright.

“Matt, listen,” you start. “About this morning—.”

“Please, let me go first,” he breathes.

“No, please,” you counter. “Please let me go first.” 

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to interrupt you like that—.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything, I promise.” Matt dips his head slightly and flashes you a small smile to apologize for interrupting. “Foggy was covering for me—I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights.” He sucks in a little breath, making his chest stick out a bit and decreasing the space between your bodies. “I also don’t usually sleep naked.”

Your cheeks burn hot as your mind trails back to seeing him bare this morning, imagining how glorious he must look in his bed, the sheets crinkled and pushed so far down on his hips that just his privates are covered, how beautiful his exposed, muscular thigh must look as he lounges on the mattress. “I was just too tired for pajamas last night.”

“Do you also sleep fight? You looked like you had bruises and scars all over you. Not that I was looking. 

“Restless sleeper,” he smirks. You swear the space between your bodies disappears even more as his voice drops an octave lower; there’s no need for him to do that with you being the only two in the office, barely any space between the two of you, but it does so many things just right. “And you don’t need to be bashful that you looked. I didn’t mind at all.”

Is this man trying to give you a heart attack?

“I was thinking . . .” you start, your heart pounding out of your chest. “It’s only fair that you see mine since I saw yours.”

Matt’s tongue pokes out to wet hips perfectly pouty lips. “I’d have to touch you to see it, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

You both swallow heard, and as he starts to move in for a kiss, you dip your head and pull back slightly.

“Not here,” you breathe. “Let’s go back to your place.”

Matt gently closes the door to his apartment behind him as you gently walk through the space, bringing yourself to the same spot where you stood this morning. He folds up his cane and puts it with his glasses by the door before walking toward you slowly—not terribly slow, but not as his normal pace, either.

“You don’t need to,” he breathes in the little space between you two, his nose practically touching yours as his unfocused eyes move all over your face.

“I know,” you breathe. “But I meant what I said in the office. It’s only fair.”

Grabbing hold of his tie, you gently tug on it to pull him in closer to you, closing the space between your bodies and feeling is soft, pouty lips again yours. If air in your lungs was scarce before, it’s completely gone when your lips connect. His body melts into yours, one hand resting on your hip and the other resting on your ribcage. Matt is the first to pull back, only pulling his lips away enough to officially break the kiss as he rests his forehead on yours. 

“Ah ah ah,” you tut as you feel his fingers start to pull at the hem of your shirt. “You were already naked when I got here this morning. Give me a little room.”

Matt’s face looks completely blown with lust, but he slowly nods, moving his hands from your body. With a shaky breath, you pull off your shirt and drop it to your right before you undo the clasp and zipper on your pants, looping your fingers in the elastic of your underwear to get them both down in one fell swoop, fabric pooling at your ankles. Matt’s face flushes, and his tongue slips out between his lips as he gently flexes and wiggles his fingers as he keeps himself from touching your body for the time being. Your eyes start to look up and down the length of his body before you reach around your back and unclasp your bra, feeling it go limp before you push the straps down your arms and let it fall. As it falls down, you notice it hit against a growing erection in his pants that looks increasingly uncomfortable. 

“You can touch me whenever and wherever you want,” you breathe. 

“Mmm,” he hums, his lids hooded with desire. His fingers start to graze over the back of your hands before gently tracing up your arms, making goosebumps dance all over your skin. Once his fingertips hit your elbow, he tilts his wrists so his hands start to glide up and over your skin. As they reach your shoulders, Matt gently glides them up, his hand cradling your neck while his other hand tucks hair behind your ear. “Is this okay?”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your heart racing a million miles an hour.

His eyebrows gently lift up in delight and care as if he’s listening to your body tick and purr as he nods softly. “If you want me to stop, say the word.”

“Okay,” you breathe before adding with a little smirk, “You can keep going.”

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight as he smiles. His hands gently glide down from your face and neck, over your collarbone, and down over your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples, causing them to peak. 

“I might get a better image if I feel you some more,” he says, his voice low and gravely with what you can only describe as desire as his hands gently drag along your ribcage and around to your back.

You half-register the “yes” that tumbles from your lips, and you gasp in delight when you feel his lips on your neck, softly pressing kisses down the column of skin, over your breasts, above your pounding heart, and eventually around one of your pert nipples. He gently sucks at it with each kiss before moving to the other one and doing the same exact thing again.

“Matt,” you breathe, your hands slipping into his soft hair, your fingernails scratching at his scalp. He hums into your skin, moving off of your breast and spreading kisses all over your stomach before he is on his knees in front of you. As his embraces spread across your pelvic bone and grow closer to the dripping heat between your legs. Matt’s hands slide down your back further before they’re gently resting over the curve of your ass. You gasp, a small moan falling from your throat as you tilt your head back in delight as he starts to kiss and lick at your dripping pussy. “Oh m—. . . fuck, Matt.”

He just hums, continuing his work diligently and deliberately as you get pulled closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of your pleasure. As you approach, Matt pulls his lips from the apex between your legs, kissing down your thighs and legs before moving back up, carefully moving his kisses around to your back and kissing the skin he neglected. Matt kisses up your spine as he straightens his legs to stand, one of his hands staying at your hips and between your legs, carefully playing with you as his lips and other hand continue to explore your body. A tingle shoots down your spine as his lips press kisses into your shoulder, his fingers brushing your hair aside so he can kiss up your neck and behind your ear.

“How good of a look did you really get this morning?” he asks quietly, his voice dropping to an octave that goes right between your legs and would make you do absolutely anything he told you to do.

“I-I tried not to look,” you stutter.

“But you stared at my ass, though.”

“Yes,” you grin.

“Sounds like you could use a better look at the front. You know, all things being fair in this.”

“I’d hate to be unfair.” He chuckles deeply, kissing at the sweet spot behind your ear before moving around to your front. “I think your bedroom as better lighting, though. It’d mimic this morning. Again, all things being equal.”

“Like you said, sweetheart. I’d hate to be unfair.”

You turn into his touch, bringing your lips to his and kissing him deeply as his hands hold you flush against him. Your lips move back and forth, the desire and delight growing more and more that you almost forget your plan to move to his room. He sweeps you up, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you up before he begins to move across his apartment, his lips never leaving your skin. You moan into his mouth when you feel the cool, soft, silky-smoothness of his sheets on your back.

“You want to undress me, or should I do it?” he smirks.

“I’m happy to assist,” you grin, matching his expression. 

He laughs and nods, his fingers working to unbutton his shirt while you make quick work with his belt and pants, wrapping your hand around his sizable erection and pumping, making Matt groan at your touch.

“Lay back, angel,” he husks, pulling his shirt off. “Lay back and take it all in.” You let go and do as he asks, watching him as he steps out of his pants and boxers, pumping himself as he kneels on the bed. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

Matt leans down, supporting himself on one hand while he keeps pumping himself, his lips crashing into yours. You cup his face in your hand, doing what you can to intensify the kiss. Your other hand slips into the sweet spot of his back, right above the curve of his ass, his erection gliding right against the slick between your legs. You groan into the embrace as your privates touch in the most delicious of ways, the hand you have on his cheek sliding up to tug on his hair. Matt pulls his lips from yours and kisses your neck and clavicle, marking you up before moving back up to kiss you deeply and repeatedly before pulling back to reach over in his nightstand to grab a condom. Tearing open the foil package, you watch him roll it on his length, making sure the tip has room and it’s secure.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he breathes, one hand cradling the side of your face as he kisses your cheek and neck, the other sliding down your side.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Hang on, angel.” With another kiss, he reaches over and pulls down one of his extra pillows at the head of his bed. “Lift your hips for me.” You do as he asks, and he wiggles the pillow under your hips, kissing all the way up your stomach, between your breasts, and back on your lips. “Spread your legs, please.”

Tilting your knees to the side, you expose everything to him, gasping and leaning back into the pillow under your head while he strokes his cock up and down your slit.

“Matt,” you breathe, digging your nails into the soft flesh of his shoulders. “Matty, please.”

He kisses you again, saying so much with the embrace without saying a single word. He nose brushes against yours tenderly before rolling his hips forward and slowly pushing in. You cry out, nuzzling into him as he sinks in inch by inch, stretching you wide and filling you gloriously until he can’t push in any further.

“Tell me when I can move,” Matt kisses into your chest.

“Move,” you beg almost immediately. “Matt, please, move.”

He chuckles softly and smiles, nodding and giving you a kiss as he starts to drag his hips back before starting to push back in. The pace is steady and comfortable, but with each push and pull, you just about lose your mind at the sensation thanks to the pillow under your hips, unable to prevent the moans and whimpers that fall from your mouth. Matt grabs one of your legs and lifts it higher, helping him hit deeper and making you cry out louder.

“Just like that, angel,” he grunts. “Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.”

“Matt!” you swallow. “Matt, harder!”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, just like that, please!”

His hips pick up the pace, making the bed squeak and filling his bedroom with the sounds of your slapping skin. Your head lolls back in pure bliss as your chest heaves as you pant in pleasure, blindly grabbing at Matt’s arms for a sense of stability. The moans that he pulls from your throat sound absolutely animalistic and feral as he repeatedly thrusts into you.

“Deeper, please!” you beg. “Matt, please!”

“I know, angel girl,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking nice, I want to make you feel all kinds of good, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me,” you swallow, finally managing to get a good grip on him to pull him down, his lips crashing into yours, his hips only faltering slightly. He moans into your mouth as he resumes his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips tightly in an effort to help in hit deeper. Pulling his lips from yours, he attaches them to your neck, right on your sensitive spot as he nips and sucks to mark you up as his. “Matty, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “This dick just too good for you? Can’t hold out for more?”

“Matt!”

“Tell me how good this dick is, angel.”

“Fuck, Matt! Your dick is so good! Best dick I’ve ever had!”

“Shit, (Y/N), you’re so good for me—your pussy is so tight, sweetheart. And it’s all for me.” He trusts deeply. “All.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust.

His pelvis rubs against you just right with a deep thrust, and you cum around his dick with a body-trembling force, your voice reaching a pitch you didn’t know was possible. Matt’s mouth slots over yours, capturing your cries of pleasure in his mouth, using it as fuel for his own passion.

“Matt,” you whisper in his ear. “Pull out.”

“What?” he huffs in confusion as his hips slow. You muster enough energy to roll your bodies over so he’s flat on his back and you slide off of him. You whine at the emptiness, but you eagerly move over him and pull off his condom, replacing the latex with your mouth and hand. Matt moans out in pure ecstasy, the muscles in his strong thighs clenching in surprise as you play with him and eagerly bob your head.

“Angel, I’m gonna cum,” he breathes. “I’m gonna cum.”

You hum in delight at the thought of your mouth being the thing that pushes him over the edge, the thought of just how big his load is shooting right between your legs and making you want him even more. With a careful squeeze of your hand at his base with his balls, he bucks his hips up, shoving his cock all the way down your throat as he cums. You move your hands and spread them across his hips, working to keep all of Matt down your throat as you swallow his cum, one of his hands cradling the side of your face. When he’s finally done, you slowly slide off of him, gasping for breath when your lips finally release his cock with a soft popping noise. You go back down, wrapping your lips around his head to suck him dry and clean him off before you move your kisses up his body, up along his bellybutton and abs, his chest and clavicle, neck, and finally his lips.

“Mm,” you hum into the embrace, nuzzling your nose against his after you break the kiss.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he murmurs. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Everything was great.”

Matt smiles like an idiot, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again before rolling the two of you onto your sides, your legs tangling together. 

“I like that you value fairness so highly,” he chuckles softly, his pouty lips kissing under your jaw.

“I like that you were too tired for pajamas last night.”

This time you both laugh before your lips connect again.

“Maybe I’ll make it a habit when you’re around.”

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