#please wear them again matty

[healyh8ter]

other than the mohawk. these stomper boots r very dear to me.

thnx @freebarthatsthepoint for the content btw

#please wear them again matty #ill do anything #gay matty come back #pls #matty healy #the 1975 #matthew healy

[flowerxbunnie]

HI LOVE UR WRITING!

please can u do a fic where matt is super horny, so him and y/n have phone sex. and it feels so good, he can’t stop jerking, and ends up over stimming himself. and he’s like begging her for more and shit please omg.

“i’m wearing those silky panties u got me for our anniversary”

“i love the way u sound”

“i wish u were here w me”

“please, baby, please, one more”

“moan for me”

“feels so good”

SORRY I AM A SLUT FOR DIRTY TALK

One More

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, phone sex, sub!matt ish?

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

I pull my blanket up to my chin as I watch three dots dance around on my phone screen. Matt’s response is taking longer than usual, and I know exactly why.

im wearing the silky panties you got me on our anniversary ❣️

I blush as I read over my message again and again, scanning over the teasing photo I sent of my hip clad in black silk straps. I can’t help but imagine what he could be typing, how he could be reacting to my words. My smile drops as the bubble disappears, my message left on read for 6 minutes at this point.

I don’t have much time to be disappointed. My phone vibrates in my hand as his name flashes across my screen and I feel a surge of nerves, my blood pumping fiercely through my veins as my pulse quickens.

“Hello?” I speak lowly as I place my phone against my ear.

“What was that about baby?” Matt’s voice is deep and soft across the line, but still sends a shiver down my spine.

“What are you talking about Matty?” I feign ignorance, biting hard on my lip as my cheeks burn.

“Don’t play dumb,” his voice hardens, “You’re not gonna get me hard and then act like you don’t know how it happened.”

“Oh, did I?” I say with mock confusion. “I just really like these panties and wanted to show you. They remind me of you.” I trail off and put the phone on speaker, pulling on the strap against my hip and letting it hit my skin with an audible slap.

I hear a sharp inhale echo from my speaker followed by shuffling sounds.

“Baby don’t do this to me,” he croaks, “it hurts so bad and if I leave the house Nick and Chris will wake up.”

“Who said you have to leave?” I giggle and wait for his response.

“Can you talk me through it baby? Please, I need it.” His voice is pleading but still hushed.

“Mhmm.. are you wearing anything?” I question as I lean back onto my pillow and lay my phone beside me.

“U-uh.. just sweats.” He answers quickly.

“Touch yourself over them for me.” I say as seductively as I can muster, my own arousal growing and distracting me as I picture what he looks like right now.

“I… already was..” he admits, my cheeks burning hotter as I realize what all the muffled sounds have been.

“So naughty of you, Matthew. Couldn’t even wait a couple minutes hm?”

I hear whispered curses in response and I have to squeeze my thighs together, the throbbing between my legs growing ever so strong as I picture Matt palming himself with his veiny hands in his bed.

“Take everything off Matt. It’ll feel so good without all the layers won’t it?”

“Yeah, fuck. Hang on baby.” I hear more shuffling as his phone is tossed onto his sheets. “Okay done. Fuck, I wish you were here.”

“I am here baby, just not in the same way.” I answer, realizing my hand has made its way to the hemline of my panties, rubbing back and forth subconsciously. “Are you touching yourself Matt?”

I hear a hum in response before he speaks. “Y-yes. Keep talking. Your voice is so fucking sexy.” He sounds strained, his words barely coming out.

I dip my fingers below my panties and gasp lightly as I rub my swollen clit. “I’m t-touching myself too Matty. Fuck, it’s so wet.” I moan lightly as I slip one finger into my entrance.

I hear a groan from across the line followed by deep breathing. “Oh… fuck..” He goes silent after a couple of seconds and the only sound I can hear is him shuffling around in his bed.

“Did you cum?” I question, the pattern sounding awfully familiar.

“I did. Please baby, please keep going. I need more.” I hear wet sounds and I can perfectly picture how his fist is tightly gripping his cock and pumping it with need. “Please one more, I need it so bad.”

I curl my finger and hit my most sensitive spots, closing my eyes as I listen to Matt’s heavy breathing and try to imagine that it’s him pleasuring me.

“Moan for me baby. Don’t hold it back please, fuck, I need it.” He pleads, almost whining.

I stop holding back and allow myself to sink into the pleasure, my free hand slipping my bra down to expose my nipple so I can pinch it like Matt loves to do. My sounds fall from my throat freely and elicit even more from Matt.

“I feel so good Matt, fuck.. I wish it was your fingers inside of me.” I whine as I slip my middle finger in, savoring every sensation that comes along with the fullness.

“You don’t know how bad I wish you were riding me right now.” He groans, the wet pumping sounds speeding up with every passing second. “Your pretty little pussy would feel so good around me, fuck.”

My stomach tightens at the thought of his cock hitting every spot deep inside that would drive me crazy, the thought of his jaw hanging open with his eyes squeezed shut, the thought of his hands gripping my boobs as they bounce in his face.

“Matt I th-think I’m gonna cum.” I breathe out as I slip my fingers out of my entrance and use them to rub fast circles onto my clit.

“Please, baby. Please cum, let me hear you. Fuck, please.” He croaks, sounding louder in the speaker as he moves the phone next to his ear.

I feel my body tense as I climb to my peak before the tension breaks. I moan out Matt’s name as I cum, hearing strings of curses from the other side of the line as I tremble under my own touch.

“F…fuck.” I pant, trying my hardest to catch my breath.

“Fuck, it hurts baby. I need to cum but it’s so fucking sensitive,” he hisses, his voice strained and filled with concentration. “C-can you take a picture for me?”

“What does my Matty wanna see?” I blush at his request, picking my phone up and swiping my camera open.

“You. I don’t care. Just need to see you, please. I need to cum so bad baby. Please.”

I grin to myself, enjoying this desperate side of Matt. I pull my other bra cup down so both my boobs are exposed and hold my phone up, taking a photo of my hand grasped around my left one. I open our texts and send it, watching as the read receipt immediately pops up. He was waiting for it.

“Wanna cum on those pretty tits so bad.” He groans, a rasp growing in his voice. “Fuck, I need them in my mouth.”

I open my camera back up and take in the sight of myself, my hair disheveled from my orgasm and my cheeks flushed. I bite my lip and give the doe eyes to the camera that I know he loves as I snap another photo. He’s still swooning over the first photo as I send the next, and I bite my lip as I wait for his reaction.

“I- you look so… fuck..” his breathing becomes irregular, his groans and whines sounding through my speakers.

“Come on Matt, cum for me. You can do it, I know how bad you need it.” I whisper out.

“Say it again. Fuck, I need to hear you say it again.”

“Cum for me Matt. Let it all go baby.”

The sounds that flood through my speakers are lewd and pornographic. The sound of his hand slipping up and down over his cock as he pumps himself to his second orgasm, my name drawn out as he rides through it and spills his cum onto his stomach.

I smile to myself as I listen to Matt catching his own breath just as I did moments before. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, no words needed as we relish in the moment.

“That was…” he starts, trailing off with a deep breath.

“I know.” I giggle, finishing his train of thought before he struggles too hard to try and come up with the right words.

“I’m saving those. Fuck, I feel like I could cum again just looking at them.” I hear a few faint sounding pumps before he winces. “Way too fucking sensitive.”

“You need some rest baby. Don’t overdo it.” I laugh, standing up and heading to the bathroom to clean myself up.

“Mmm, why do you have to be right all the time?” He teases in a raspy, tired voice.

“That’s just the way it goes I guess. Now go clean up before you wake up all crusty.” I joke as I turn my shower on to warm up.

“That’s actually disgusting.” He over dramatically gags and I hear a shuffle before I hear a door being opened.

“I love you, Matty.” I giggle, placing my phone on the counter.

“I love you, angel.” he replies before the line disconnects.

a/n i haven’t written in so long omfg the holidays have me FUCKED up. i hope you all enjoy desperate matt 😵‍💫

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[recklesssturniolo]

Request (I alr posted w it yesterday not thinking): please write something like Matt recently has been acting super “tough” in the videos, to chris and matt and now even to the reader so she completely puts him in his place, i need sub!matt in my life

Tough Guy - M.S

As per request! Sub!Matt, mommy kink

A/N: mixed feelings about this one IDK

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Matt’s ego has been higher than usual lately. Including in bed, never letting me be dominant when usually he will let me now and again. Apparently Chris calling him “tough” is actually gassing him up. Nick and I have also commented on his unusual amount of attitude and the whole ‘tough guy’ act but he still won’t drop it. Matt and I were currently arguing over something stupid in the living room, and all I could do was sit there and roll my eyes at him. I knew he needed his ego in check, and I knew exactly how to do that.

“Okay Matt I’m over this, I’m going to your room” I tell him. Looking back I notice all he does is roll his eyes.

Once in his room, I go through my drawer he had for me and find the lingerie set I secretly bought. I knew it’d drive him crazy but I wanted to right opportunity to use it, and now, I have it. Quickly putting it on I go into bed and put the blankets over myself.

After about 10 minutes Matt comes to his room. Saying nothing, changing so he was just in his boxers as he usually only slept in them and then getting into bed himself but freezing once he lifted the blankets.

“Holy fuck” He says.

“What?” I reply, knowing what he was referring to but acting as if I didn’t.

“As if you don’t know what I’m referring to. What are you trying to do here?” He asks.

“Nothing? I’m hot so I just put in on to sleep in” I tell him.

“Yeah I’m sure you put on a hot fucking lingerie set to sleep in” He replies, moving so he’s now positioned over me.

He begins kissing my neck, sucking on my sweet spots but I don’t react.

“Come on baby, you can’t wear that and not expect me to want to fuck you” He complains.

“Tough guy’s turned on already? I haven’t even touched you” I smirk.

“For fuck sakes not that shit. You look fucking incredible, I need you” He replies.

“Hm such a needy boy” I say. Moving so I was now straddling him. Grinding on him, my hands wrapped around his neck, tugging slightly at his hair.

He lets out a moan, “Please”

“Please what?” I question.

“Just touch me fuck” He whines out.

“Yeah? You want mommy to touch you? Make you feel good?” I ask.

“I - yes please” He replies.

“I’m not too sure if you’re going to be a good boy for me, you seem to be too tough for that” I smirk.

“No fuck I promise I’ll be a good boy for you” He groans out, pushing my hips down on himself harder.

“Keep your hands by your head. Don’t move them” I demand.

He nods in response. I move down and pull down his boxers, his dick springing out, pre cum already dripping down it.

Slowly, I bring my mouth down to his dick, swirling my tongue around his tip, and only putting the tip into my mouth.

“Mommy please, more” He begs as he thrusts his hips up.

“You want me to put your whole dick in my mouth pretty boy?” I question.

“Yes yes” He whines out.

“Such a whiney boy for me” I hum out as I take all of him into my mouth.

I begin bobbing my head up and down, starting off slow but picking up my pace. Pausing at moments to swirl my tongue around his tip again. Matt goes to bring his hands down to my head, but immediately puts them back by his head.

“Fuck feels so good mommy” He moans out.

“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?” I ask looking up at him, using my hand to continue jerking him off.

He groans out “yes”, before I bring my head back down and put him back into my mouth. Letting his dick hit the back of my throat repeatedly, feeling it twitch I pick up my pace. He brings his hands down and grabs my hair. I stop.

“Put your arms back Matty” I demand.

“I - please let me touch you” He whimpers.

“After baby” I reply, watching as he places his arms back by his head and then continuing to suck him off.

“Oh oh fuck mommy I’m coming dont stop” He moans out, his legs shaking slightly.

He comes in my mouth and after I’ve swallowed it, I pull away.

I place my hand on his cheek before attempting to ask him a question but he cuts me off.

“Can I taste you? Please? I want to make you feel good” He asks, looking at me through his eyelashes.

“Yes baby you can” I smile back, my pussy throbbing at this point after having Matt so whiney and needy for me.

I go to lay down on my back on the bed but Matt speaks up, “No sit on my face - I mean please sit on my face”

“You want mommy to sit on your face huh?” I question.

“Yes I want your pussy right on my mouth and your fucking thighs around my head” He replies, almost coming out as a moan.

I push him backwards and climb on top of him, situating myself so my pussy was right above his mouth. Without warning, he pulls me down. He begins licking my clit, circling it with his tongue, slowly making his way between my folds and flicking his tongue.

“Fuck Matty you’re doing such a good job” I moan out.

“Taste so fucking good mommy” He mumbles out, causing an extra vibration on my pussy.

I begin grinding myself slightly on his face, feeling the knot in my stomach become tighter and tighter as I do so.

“Just like that baby, mommy’s gonna come soon” I moan throwing my head back.

“Yes come all over my mouth fuck” He replies.

A couple minutes pass as Matt continues to flick his tongue over my clit, sucking on it as well but not forgetting to get the rest of my pussy.

“I’m coming fuck such a good boy making me feel so good” I whine out.

I let myself come undone, feeling him flatten his tongue against my pussy as I do so and flicking it slightly. I slowly pick myself up off his face, bring myself down to kiss him.

“Do you wanna fuck me now Matty?” I smirk.

“Fuck please can I?” He responds.

I nod before situation myself in doggy style.

“Y-you want doggy?” He asks.

“Yes and you’re gonna show me how hard you can fuck me” I demand.

I feel him move his dick between my slits, before lining himself up with my entrance. He pushes himself into me, both of us immediately letting out moans. He starts off slow - but that isn’t what I wanted.

“So what mommy told you, show me how hard you can fuck me, come on baby” I say.

“O-okay” He stutters out before tightening his grip on my hips and beginning to slam himself into me - so hard that it took me by surprise.

“Just like that Matty fuck you’re doing so good” I tell him.

“You’re so tight, I don’t - I don’t know if I can last very long” He says back.

“That’s okay, fuck just keep going like this” I moan out, knowing if he kept up his pace and how hard he was going I’d come soon too.

Matt continues as I told him to, whimpers leaving his mouth almost constantly until without warning I feel warm liquid enter me, and begin to slide down my pussy.

“Mommy you feel so good oh my god” He says.

“Yeah? Mommy loves how you feel deep inside her - fuck keep going just like that pretty boy, make me come for a second time” I groan out.

Matt once again doing as I said, I reach my climax as my legs begin to shake and become weak, Matt using his hands to hold my body up, still not slowing down his pace. Letting me come down from my high he pulls out of me, basically throwing himself down beside me.

Turning to him, while smirking, I say, “Not so tough now are you? Seemed like quite a needy mess”

“Oh come on just let me reminisce on how fucking good that just was before you start with that” He laughs.

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[toomuchracket]

costumes (birthday party!matty x reader smut)

day 30 of promptober, and we're coming full circle on toomuchracket with some smut for these two! this is actually incredibly smutty, but kinda cute too - basically, matty's scientist halloween costume is really bloody doing it for you. enjoy! <3

"text me so i know you're home safe, yeah?"

"of course, babe. thanks for having us," your friend kisses your cheek, before being pulled away by her fiancé towards the waiting taxi. "and don't forget - bridesmaid dress shopping next week!"

"like you'd let me forget!" you shout after her. "bye, darlings!"

you wave until the gate closes behind them, and you're about to shut the front door when you hear matty call from the bottom of the steps down to the living room. "ah! wait a second before you close that door, please, sweetheart."

"why, baby?" your brow furrows, as your boyfriend walks slowly up towards you, the lab coat he's wearing as part of his scientist costume blowing slightly in the breeze from the open door. "d'you need fresh air, or something?"

matty smiles softly, leaning against the concrete wall when he reaches you and the landing. "nah. just wanted to look at you in the moonlight, s'all. you're glowing, babe."

"you- stop it, you're making me blush," you huff out; not in irritation, but rather slightly self-consciously, arms wrapping around your body as if to shield it from your boyfriend's gaze. you know he means it - he's complimented you in a similarly devastating way almost daily for the past eight months, after all - but you can't help but be overwhelmed by it. and by matty in general, actually.

the boyfriend in question giggles, and the love in his eyes is unmistakable even in the dim, pale moonlight. "but it's true! you're ethereal. apt, i guess, given the angel costume. which i still think is lovely, even if it is just white lingerie and a halo. not that i'm saying you shouldn't have worn it - not at all, my god, you look perfect - but i'd have appreciated a warning, sweetheart. thought my knees were going to give way when you walked into the kitchen earlier."

the memory of matty's face when he first saw you tonight crosses your mind, pulling a satisfied hum from your throat as it does. you'd suspected the white silk babydoll dress would have an effect on him, but not to the extent it did; he's pretty good at keeping his cool whenever you rile him up around your friends (inadvertently or not), but he almost dropped his wine glass in time with his jaw when you entered the room, eyes widening under his glasses.

those fucking glasses.

"mine almost did, too, baby," you gently close the door and walk slowly towards your boyfriend, swaying your hips very deliberately so your dress swishes and exposes your bare thighs.

just as you'd intended, matty's eyes lock onto your legs, pretty lips parting in desire - annoyingly, though, he snaps out of your little trance to look up at your face and smirk. "well, those heels are really high, sweetheart."

"i mean, yeah, but that's not the reason my legs almost gave out, baby," you smile as you reach matty, moving to lean your back against the wall beside him, looping your arms around his shoulders and tugging him into you. shifting your weight onto one leg (and winking at your boyfriend when he holds your waist to steady you), you cheekily slide the side of your foot up the side of his shin. "do you like my heels, though?"

matty's breath catches in his throat, which he has to clear before he speaks. "they're… yeah, they're sexy. i like them a lot. but," he regains control of himself again, which would irk you if he wasn't so sexy when he's self-assured. "if it wasn't the shoes that affected you, darling, then what was it? or who, perhaps?"

the smirk drops from your face, while a shit-eating grin appears on matty's. you sigh, twirling his curls around your fingers. "you're really going to make me admit it?"

"you know i like it when you tell me what gets you going, darling," matty's hands slide down your hips and up under your dress, coming (home) to rest on your ass. you shiver, partially from his cool touch, partially from the way his lips ghost up your neck. "come on. open up, gorgeous."

"it - oh, i like that," you whimper as your boyfriend sucks a bruise above your clavicle. "jesus, fuck… ok, fine, it was your glasses that got me."

matty's head snaps up to look at you immediately; you pout at the loss of his lips on your skin. "my glasses?"

"yeah," you look at the ground, feeling the heat of a blush creeping up your cheeks. "i think they're really sexy."

"really? in what way?"

you nervously peek at matty, expecting to see him smirking smugly at you - you're pleasantly surprised to see he looks genuinely curious. "promise you won't laugh?"

your boyfriend nods. "cross my heart."

"alright. well," you begin, smiling shyly at him. "this is kinda porny…"

you don't think you've ever seen matty's eyes light up so quickly in your life. boys, honestly.

"...but you look like a really hot nerd tonight, and i haven't stopped thinking about, like, pretending to sneak you into my bedroom so you can help me with my biology homework. reproduction," you giggle nervously at how daft you sound. "i know it's silly. but it's all i can think about."

matty's hands pause their gentle kneading. he stays silent, looking at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes and the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

that smile should make you feel alright about your fantasy, but it's matty. he's never quiet. neither are you, in this moment, panic making you babble. "but like obviously we've never tried roleplay and actually i don't know if i'd even like it i just think in theory it's hot and of course if you're not into it we can just forget i ever said anything and never address it again and-"

"darling," matty firmly cuts off your rambling, which you're actually quite thankful for given that your body's oxygen supply is rapidly depleting with every word. "does this make it seem like i'm not into it?"

his hands slip to the backs of your thighs and lift you up, eliciting a squeak from you as you automatically wrap your legs around your boyfriend's waist. he grinds his hips into you, as slow as dripping honey, and all nerves about his response to your admittance slip out of your mind, under the front door, off into the cold night.

matty's hard. really hard.

it's your face's turn to light up. "you like my daydream, then?"

"wanna make it a reality, sweetheart," matty smiles, kissing you - long and slow, just the way you like it. he blinks quite adorably when he pulls away for air. "right now, if you'll let me."

"please," you breathe against his lips. "been waiting for everyone else to fuck off all night so you could take me to bed."

"oh, sweet girl, you needed me that much?" matty coos, grinding into you again as he does. "let's go and do something about that, then."

with that, you set off, matty carrying you through the house to the bedroom with surprising speed. you don't know why you're surprised, though - you've done this too many times to count since that first night you got together. a happy little hum leaves your lips as you remember that night - the best of your life, it has to be said - and how desperate you were for matty to fuck you. nothing's changed on that front; you don't think it ever will.

he's gotten better at laying you down on the bed, though. instead of the graceless chucking of your first time, matty sets you down gently at the end of the bed and crawls over you, caging your body to the mattress and locking his lips onto yours. it's not a sweet kiss, by any means; his teeth sink deliciously into your lip, just the perfect amount of painful, and his tongue follows, soothing the bite and adding the pleasure. matty kisses like he does everything in life, with total conviction and determination, and you can't get enough. so much so that you can't stop yourself whining when he pulls away.

"oh, you are needy today, darling," matty smirks. "i love it. and i love you."

"i love you," you sit up on your elbows to kiss him again. "make me feel good, please?"

"always," matty kisses your forehead, hands trailing up to your shoulders, dexterous fingers sliding under the straps of your dress. "may i?"

for the second, but likely not the last time tonight: "please."

he obliges, sliding the straps and cups of your lingerie down, gently lifting your hips to slide the silk off your body and throw it carelessly to the floor. half-naked, you rest back on your elbows and just drink in the way matty looks at you with a cocktail of adoration and sheer want in his eyes; an odd mix, really, but you think it's delicious.

and as content as you are to have him look at you like that, you'd be more content reminding him of how delicious you are. careful that your stilettos don't catch on the bedsheets, you pull your knees closer to you and spread your legs. "i think i'm ready to begin my lesson now."

matty smirks. it's devastatingly attractive. "will you be a good girl for me?"

you steal his line. "always."

"that's what i like to hear. gold star for you, darling," he leans forward to kiss you again, but springs back quickly to gawk at you. "wait a fucking minute."

"what?"

that bloody smirk again. "this is all to do with your academic validation thing, isn't it?"

that's the thing about matty - he knows you better than you know yourself. shit. the blush returns full force to your cheeks, burning enough to heat your whole naked body on this chilly october night. "fuck. probably. is that a turn-off?"

"is it fuck," matty scoffs. he cups one of your tits, smiling at the way you jerk when he gently squeezes it. "i fucking love praising you, baby, almost as much as i love getting you off. and i'm about to do both of those things. yeah?"

"yeah," you reply breathily, as his other hand comes up to your other tit. "fuck, that's good."

matty hums happily. "lesson number one, gorgeous," he quickly pushes his glasses back up his nose, and you clench your thighs at the sight. "breasts. a quick lesson, because they're not too involved in the stage of reproduction we're learning about today, but," he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, smiling around the bud as you moan. "they're fun to play with during it. understand?"

your head is spinning, and he hasn't even properly done anything yet; you force it to nod, pre-empting his request for verbal answers and squeaking out a "yes". jesus. telling matty about this fantasy was a great idea.

he seems to think so too, sliding his hand down your body and beaming when he makes contact with your soaked underwear. "oh, sweetheart, i think i'm going to need a closer look at this."

"wait," you sit up quickly as matty prepares to shuffle further down the bed, carefully taking his glasses off and putting them safely on the bedside table. "there we go."

matty's brow furrows. "but i need those?"

you smirk. "not if you're going get up close and personal with me, you don't. feel free to put them back on later, though!"

"fair enough, darling," matty moves to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, tugging you towards him by the calves. "let me just… uncover the next specimen for analysis, yeah?"

with a giggle, you lift your hips so your boyfriend can slide your panties off; with a wink, he puts them in the breast pocket of his lab coat, and spreads your legs again. there's something really fucking hot about matty being fully clothed while you're naked, save your heels, and you feel the heat shoot straight to your core; it must show visibly, too, because matty groans as he looks at your cunt from millimetres away. "a fucking perfect specimen. and," he presses a kiss to your inner thigh as he looks up at you. "already nicely aroused. very nicely, to be precise."

fuck. this is doing it for you far more than you expected, probably because matty's committing to the bit so much. not that you'd expect anything less from him, but it's good that he's having just as much fun with this as you are.

the praise makes you preen. "all for you, baby."

"good girl."

another gush. matty's face lights up. "beautiful," he smiles at you, that full-face beam you'd do absolutely anything to see, and your heart feels like it might pack in from how much you love him. "and more than ready for our next lesson. are you happy to continue, sweet girl?"

"eagerly so."

"ideal. now, this section isn't strictly intrinsic to the act of reproduction, but i maintain that if you aren't including it you don't deserve to reproduce. or do anything at all, for that matter," matty says matter-of-factly, and you have to cover your mouth to prevent bursting into laughter and killing the mood. "female pleasure. i assume you're familiar with the sensation, darling?"

"extremely."

your boyfriend can't help himself. "too fucking right you are, my girl," he clears his throat and composes himself. "anyway. clitoral stimulation - often overlooked or deeply misunderstood by the male subspecies, a truth you'll unfortunately likely also be familiar with, but extremely pleasurable to the receiver and giver if done correctly. there are multiple methods of stimulation; one of the most common is digital. that is, with the digits, like so."

as his sentence draws to a close, matty's calloused thumb quickly finds your clit and begins circling slowly. as soon as he makes contact with the bundle of nerves, a choked moan escapes your lips, the first of a series of sounds your boyfriend draws out of you as he varies tempo and pressure of his hand movements. an epicurean symphony isn't the only thing matty manages to draw out of your body as he works your clit; after a few minutes and several rough kisses to your inner thighs, you can feel an orgasm building within your body, matty seemingly pulling pure pleasure out of your very bones through your clit.

agonisingly, just as you open your mouth to warn him of your imminent climax, he slows down his circling. "of course, other methods may be preferred dependent on the individual giver. for example, in my own personal opinion, the superior form of clitoral stimulation is… oral."

jesus christ.

you're barely able to inhale a full breath before matty's mouth is on you, and you lose it all anyway by screaming as his lips and tongue suck and lick and flick at your clit. he's relentless, all composure gone, tugging you impossibly closer to his eager mouth as he all but makes out with your just-as-eager cunt. the pleasure builds again inside you, faster this time, and you can feel yourself beginning to teeter on the precipice of orgasm when…

he fucking pulls away again. the bastard.

you whine, and matty kisses your lower stomach in what appears to be apology. "i know, sweetheart, i know," he coos, thumb feather-light on your clit. "you're being such a good girl for me, learning all your lessons so well. one more lesson to go, my darling, and then i'll make you feel good without interruption, yeah?"

"promise?" you croak out.

"i promise, sweet girl," matty nods. "because this is where it starts to get a bit more like the classic act of reproduction - we're introducing penetration. now," he slides two fingers up and down your cunt, covering them in your wetness and pressing them on the sides of your clit, making you jolt. "this can be done as an independent act, but i think it's a lot more gratifying - and fun - to pair it with the oral stimulation from before. start with the penetration," matty slowly pushes his fingers inside you and thrusts them back and forth, both your jaws dropping at the feeling. "my god, that's good - and then add your mouth back into the equation, like so."

he literally announced it was coming, and still the feeling of matty's lips on your clit as he finger-fucks you has you screaming. if you could keep your eyes from rolling back into your head at the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body right now, you'd maybe notice the way matty's concernedly flick up to your face to make sure you're alright - when he confirms your screams are the good kind, his eyes soften, but the black lust within them doesn't disappear. if anything, it gets darker the closer your boyfriend pushes you to the edge, the inaudible analytical murmurs of "you can add another finger for extra stimulation" and "hook them inside to stimulate the g-spot" and god knows what else vibrating through your clit and into your already-fraught nervous system.

it's almost too much for you to handle. your jaw is locked in place, throat muscles tightened to the point where anything but a strangled moan is unable to escape your lips, fingers practically threaded into the sheets themselves as if it's the only thing stopping you from floating away on a cloud of complete ecstasy. ironically, since he's the one making you feel so ecstatic, it's actually matty that's keeping you tethered to this earthly plane - his muscled arms are locked around your convulsing thighs as he sucks and finger-fucks you within an inch of your life. even then, you're still almost dipping in and out of consciousness, of reality, so strong is the buildup of pleasure within you.

you're not sure exactly what it is that finally triggers it, or how long it's taken you to get to that point. but matty does something, and you actually feel something twinge in your cunt as the buildup of pleasure erupts inside you. and that's it.

for the first time in your life, you squirt. you scream matty's name so loudly you almost lose your voice, as you cum so hard that you gush all over your boyfriend's hand and face, a motion you're only vaguely aware of in between split-second long blackouts as your body tries to recover.

matty quickly pulls his fingers from you, a string of excited swear words leaving his mouth as he processes what just happened. he's hovering over you within seconds of your orgasm ending, holding your face in his hands and speaking softly as you come to. "oh, my good girl, my perfect girl, that was absolutely incredible. fuck. how did that feel, darling? how do you feel now? are you alright? talk to me, sweetheart, please."

"felt perfect," you manage to breathe out, smiling dazedly at the gorgeous man above you. "feel so good. thank you."

"i love you," matty kisses you, short and sweet. "that was just… i don't think i'll ever be able to stop thinking about it. i know i say this about something every time i see you naked, but that was the hottest thing i've ever experienced, darling. honestly. i've never been more turned on."

"mmm, love you," you bring a shaky hand up to caress matty's cheek; he turns his head slightly to kiss your palm. "and i want you to feel good now. wanna have sex with you, please."

"are you sure you feel up to it?"

"i am. i do. i want you, baby."

"jesus," matty rests his head on your chest for a second. "alright. but i don't think i have the control to do another lesson roleplay, darling - need to fuck you too much."

you shrug. "i'm a kinesthetic learner anyway. show me what's what!"

matty laughs, quickly yanking off his lab coat and tie. "you're my favourite fucking person on the planet," he kisses your nose while he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the ground too.

stretching, you sigh happily at the sight of his tattooed torso. "you're just saying that because you made me squirt all over you."

"nah, that's just a bonus," your boyfriend grins, kicking off his trousers. "i mean it, though, you really are my favourite. gonna marry you someday."

a gentle wave of love washes over you. "really?"

"really. but first," matty teases your hole with the head of his dick. "i'm going to fuck you."

he's inside you immediately after the words leave his mouth, sinking into you with a moan you echo in your slightly-broken voice. "shit, babe," matty moans, lips tangy with the taste of your arousal. "you feel too good - there's no way i'm going to last long."

"s'ok, baby," you whimper, legs on your boyfriend's shoulders. "you've made me feel amazing, s'about time you took a turn."

despite his exertion - he really is fucking you determinedly - matty huffs out a laugh. "sweetheart, that doesn't mean we won't be able to get you off again," he smirks, not unkindly, tenderly brushing a stray hair from your face. "if it's not too sensitive, can you be my good girl and rub your clit for me, make yourself feel good?"

oh, fuck. you nod, brain and voice taking a second to catch up to your head and neck. "i can do that."

"show me."

eyes locked on matty's, you bring your hand to your clit, and rub the same slow circles your boyfriend did on you earlier. "like this?"

"yeah, just like that, shit," matty's thrusts quicken; you speed up your circling to match, whining and clenching around him as another orgasm quickly approaches. "fuck, baby, are you gonna cum again for me?"

"yeah."

"do it then, sweetheart," matty pants, bringing his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. your free hand tangles itself in his hair, and he moans into your skin as he speeds up yet again. "whenever you're ready… cum."

still sensitive from your earlier earth-shattering climax, and driven to the edge by the combination of your own hand, matty's hips driving into yours, and his fucking voice, another orgasm crashes through you. it's nowhere near as strong as the first, but it's enough to pull your boyfriend to the edge with you. "darling," he manages to croak out, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier the better he feels inside. "where can i cum?"

"on my face, please," you pant, chest heaving with aftershocks. "s'only fair, after i came on yours."

the mere mention of your earlier orgasm is enough to tip matty off the edge. groaning the sexiest groans you've ever heard, matty pulls out of your ruined cunt as you sit up closer to him, jerking himself to a finish all over your elated face. it's a bit depraved, but you fucking love it. you fucking love him.

once he's decorated you sufficiently, matty collapses onto your chest, breathing like he's just run a marathon. he's spent, you both are, but he still finds the energy to sit straight up and look at you with a panicked expression. "baby, you had your wings on that whole time?!"

"hmm?" you lazily turn your head to look at your own shoulder. sure enough, the elastic strap of your angel wings is still there; you tentatively lift it, to find the skin underneath red and tender. but still, you giggle. "oh, shit, that's fun! wait, i must still have my halo on, too, then."

"yeah, you do," matty smiles lovingly at you. "it's quite a sight, actually, baby, your halo askew and my cum all over your face."

"well, the wonky halo is thematic, i s'pose," you laugh. "considering what we just did wasn't very angelic."

matty kisses your jaw. "nah, you were a good girl for me. still an angel in my eyes, albeit a slightly slutty angel."

"your slightly slutty angel."

another kiss. "mine, all mine."

#mads muses #mads does writing #into the birthday partyverse #promptober75 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy smut #matty x reader

[sturnioloscenarios]

Truth or dare?

Matt Sturniolo❤️‍🔥

Summary: You and your friends decides to play a game of truth or dare. Matt suddenly gains enough confidence to take you to his room, and things escalate from there😏❤️‍🔥

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Warnings⚠️: Smut, praise, pet names as baby.

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Everyone is gathered at the triplets house in LA. Nick, Matt, Chris, Madi and me. Just five best friends hanging out as usual. We were sitting in the living room watching a movie. “This movie is ass” Chris exclaims. Everyone agrees. “What else should we do then?” Nick asks.

Matt and I are sharing the small couch and a blanket. His arm is resting on the back of the couch. “What about a game of truth or dare?” Madi asks. “Sure” Matt says in a deep voice.

Me and Matt are just friends. But I’ve always kinda liked him. But he doesn’t know that.

“Alright let’s do it!” Chris yells. “I’ll start” Nick says. “Madi, truth or dare?”. “Truth” Madi replies. “Hhmmmm. What’s the biggest lie you ever told me?” Nick asks. Madi laughs. “I would never lie to you Nick. But remember that green shirt you used to wear? Yeah I hate that.” “WHAT!!!!” Nick yells out surprised. “THAT IS SO MEAN MADI!”. Everyone laughs.

“Alright, my turn” Madi says with a smirk. She looks at Matt. “Matt, truth or dare?” Madi asks. “Truth” Matt answers. “Okayyy, do you currently fancy someone?” Madi asks with a big smirk. “Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh” Chris says. Matt shakes his head. “No I don’t” he says. “I don’t believe you” Madi says while crossing her arms. “I’m serious. I don’t fancy anyone” he replies. “Oh well. I still don’t believe you. Well then I will just give you a dare.” Madi says. “Kiss someone in the room.” “Get over here Matty” Chris yells from across the room. Everyone laughs.

I feel Matt looking at me. He then suddenly grabs my face and kisses me. His lips are very soft. I separate from the kiss and look at him confused. He just smiles at me. “Uh la la” Chris and Nick exclaims. “Well let’s continue” Madi says.

I remove my eyes from Matt’s and acts like nothing happened even though I’m totally chocked.

Suddenly Matt puts his hand on my thigh under the blanket. I make a slight gasp which makes everyone look at me. “You okay y/n?” Chris asks. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little cold” I say trying to play it off. Matt start massaging my thigh and his hand slowly travels further up against my crotch. I turn to look at him and he signals for me to get out of the living room. “Can we stop playing for at bit? I need to empty the laundry machine.” Matt asks the group. He pokes my thigh and looks at me. “Yeah I also have to pee. Let’s play again later” I say. Everyone agrees to quit playing.

Matt makes his way to his room, and I follow him. As we enter his room, Matt grabs my waist and slams me against the door. He looks me deep in the eyes and our lips are inches apart. “I lied” he whispers. “What?” I ask confused. “I do fancy someone. You y/n. I’ve been thinking about fucking you ever since I met you.”

My mouth opens in chock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “Really?” I say quietly. Matt places his lips on mine as an answer. His left hand stays on my waist while his right goes up to cup my cheek. I lay my arms on his shoulders and engages in the kiss.

Suddenly i gain enough confidence to take over the dominance and I start pushing him towards his bed. I separate from this kiss and push him down onto his back. He looks up at me with hungry eyes. I pull off my shirt revealing my black laced bra.

“Get your ass down here” he demands and instantly I obey. I hover over him and he leans up to kiss me. I pull his shirt over his head and go back to the kiss. My hand travels down his stomach down towards his crotch. I signal for him to take his jeans off. He sits up to take them off without separating from the kiss. He is now only wearing his red boxers.

I palm his bulge and feel it growing rapidly. A few grunts escapes his lips. “Please touch me y/n. I need you.” He says in a deep voice. I spit in my hand, reach down his boxers and take his now fully hard dick in my hand. “Oooh my god baby” he says. I start stroking it while slowly moving down to the edge of the bed. I get on my knees on the ground and he looks down on me. I look him straight in the eyes before kissing the tip of his cock. I then lick from the bottom and up to the tip collecting the leaking pre cum. “Fuck baby, I need you so bad” Matt says.

I slowly put his cock into my mouth. Matt sits up on the bed and collects my hair in a ponytail. I start bouncing his cock in and out of my mouth. His head falls back in pleasure. “Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock.” I look up at him trying to maintain eye contact.

I feel Matt trying to resist thrusting his cock down my throat. But he doesn’t quite succeed. His hips slightly grind against my face. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum” Matt exclaims. I separate my mouth from his dick and stand up in front of him. “No why did you stop?” He asks. “I want to feel you. I want you to come inside me.” I whisper into his ear. Matt didn’t need to hear that twice. He grabs me and roughly puts me down on my back. He hovers over me, spits in his hand and quickly reaches down for my pussy to start fingering me.

I’m already wet as a waterfall. He starts curling his fingers inside me and I feel my breathing getting heavier. I look at him and say “Fuck me, please”. Matt smirks at me.

He grabs his dick, strokes it a couple times and then runs it through my folds. He gives me a kiss and without warning Matt slams into my pussy. I scream of both pain and pleasure. He gives me no time to adjust. He is desperate and can’t wait. He starts thrusting in and out of me in a fast pace. He gives me another kiss and says “fuck baby, you feel so fucking good”. I can’t get any words out so I just moan I response.

Matt’s hands roams up and down my body and his mouth leaves red and purple marks around my neck.

I feel Matt’s thrusts getting sloppier and the recognizable knot starts growing in my stomach. “Matt, I’m gonna cum-“ I say between whimpers. “Me too baby. Come with me” he answers. Without hesitation I come all over his cock. The same moment I feel Matt’s warm cum filling me up.

We are both moaning messes. Matt slowly pulls out and lays down beside me. He looks at me and removes a strand of hair in my face. “You are amazing” he whispers. I smile at him and kiss his lips. “You are not too bad yourself” I say with a little laugh. Matt smiles and pulls me in for cuddle.

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Heyyy. I hope you enjoyed this fanfic💖💖💖

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #madi filipowicz #matt sturniolo x reader #hot as fuck #smut #Spotify

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 8 bar | words: 747

did i use two tiktok sounds in this one? yes. yes, i did. am i sorry or ashamed? not in the slightest

enjoy <33

“We’re going out tonight,” Barty said without any preamble.

“Hello to you too, Bartemius,” Regulus replied with an eye roll. “Should I congratulate you on this decision or pity you?” His friend laughed at that.

“No, you didn’t get it. We are going out tonight,” the other guy said, emphasizing the word ‘we’. Regulus stiffened at the statement.

“Fuck off, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, going back to painting his nails.

“Yes, you are! You’ve been moping ever since that Max guy...

“Matty.”

“Same shit, anyways—he left you for some chick! C’mon, Reggie, it’ll be fun; maybe you’ll even get lucky and get some." Barty continued, catching his attention at the last part. Yeah, maybe a rebound with some stranger would make him feel better.

“What should I wear?” There was a loud ‘woohoo’ from the other end of the line, and then Barty started talking about outfits Regulus should put on.

***

An hour later, they both stood at the entrance to the pub called Thirteen Needles, waiting for Evan and Pandora. It didn’t look like a stereotypical British pub with its unmatched chairs and sofas and some colorful lamps thrown around the place. All in all, it was a nice place.

When the dark-skinned siblings showed up, they only managed to smoke half a cigarette each.

“Looking good, Reggie,” Pandora said as Evan approached Barty and started kissing him eagerly. Regulus looked down at his clothes; he wore a black DIY sleeveless crop top with Marina’s Electra Heart cover, tight black pants, and low Docs. Yeah, he looked good.

In response, he just smiled at the blonde girl, making a gesture to come in.

All four of them sat at a table with high chairs, not far from the bar. After their second round of tequila shots, Pandora leaned closer to him. “The bartender is looking at you like you’re the eighth wonder of the world,” she whispered in his ear. Immediately, he turned around to see the man she was talking about, and he was met with the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. The guy noticed him looking and smiled the brightest smile, at which Regulus spit his drink a little. The bartender had the audacity to chuckle at that.

Regulus turned back to his friends, thinking about the rebound he had considered earlier. He ended his drink in one big gulp, putting the glass back down with a thud.

“Anyone wants anything? No? Good” Regulus said this quickly, jumping from his stool and heading straight for the bar.

When he got there, the Pretty Eyes Guy was busy with another customer, and Regulus had time to look at him properly.

The Guy looked like some Latino god with his tanned skin, well-built arms covered in patchwork tattoos, messy hair, and gold accessories—glasses, earrings, and a single signet on his left hand’s middle finger. He had nice hands, Regulus thought.

When it was his turn to order, The Guy’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Oh god, he had such a nice, deep voice.

“Um, one long island, please.” His voice, on the other hand, sounded like he just had a stroke.

“On it” The Guy winked and started preparing his order. Throughout the whole thing, Regulus's eyes continued to follow his movements. At some point, the guy smirked and said, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to catch a cold,” and it was Regulus turn to chuckle.

“Oh, nice one…”

“James” The Guy, James, filled in, stealing a glimpse.

“Nice one, James,” Regulus said softly.

When James finished preparing his drink and Reg took out his phone to pay for it, the bartender shook his head. “On the house. Enjoy…”

“Regulus”

“Oh. Oh, I like that." James smiled that bright smile again, and Regulus only winked in response.

He went to order three more times, only flirting innocently. He found the courage to speak his mind when he got there for the fifth time.

“So, listen, James. Would-“

“I’m off at one and live just down the street,” the bartender interrupted, tilting his head and smirking at him. “My roommate is out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar,” he added, lowering his voice.

And Regulus, well, he just laughed at James. How can someone be so good-looking and talk so badly?

Either way, as Barty said, he got really lucky and actually got some.

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #modern au

[abouttofillhisshoes]

You look so alive - M.H x Reader // pt4

A/N: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Matty finally gets some. Almost. TW: Hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Also very NSFW, minors dni. Ilysm @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff my one and only. I was concerningly high writing most of this, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes of any sort. Enjoy yourselves my loves❤️

wc: 5.5k

part five

June, 2008

Saturday morning, the sun is shining brightly through your curtains. The clock reads 8:32am. You’re awoken by a harsh knock on your window. Matty. You smile

Today is a particularly good day. It's your Birthday, your 18th, to be exact. You get up, and you can already hear the metaphorical birds chirping outside of your window. Slowly walking to your window, you're greeted by Matty grinning at you through the glass. 

“There's my birthday girl,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. The ‘my’ makes your heart skip a beat, but you inevitably push the feeling down. ‘Not now’.

The hug lasts a few seconds too long as he buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. Your hands trail down the expanse of his back, lingering around his waist. He releases you, climbing into the room. 

You get dressed. A black dress, lace and frills adorning the edges. Matty is wearing his blue Barcelona shirt. He managed to get the stains out of it, you notice. His favorite pair of skinny jeans cling to his legs, even if just a bit looser.

Watching you do your makeup, he smiles at you endearingly. It had been two months since he hung up on you. You didn't talk about it, you never did. What was the point? It would just bring up more confusing feelings you weren't ready to deal with. Things were better the way they were, and they stayed like that. Until they didn't. 

You finish rather quickly, turning to look at him. He knows that look.

“You got any on you?” you ask. 

He nods, grinning as he reaches into the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a red cigarette case, opening it slowly as you sit down next to him. In it, were two pre rolled spliffs. Next to them, was the thing you were actually asking about. A baggie filled with white powder. 

Ever since that night, you’d wanted to experience what you felt again. Over and over. Matty already knew a few good guys who had set decent prices. He started picking up for the both of you, always splitting the sum. You reached into your pocket to pull out the cash for your portion, but he pushed your hand away. 

“It's your birthday, darling, I can't let you pay for anything, it wouldn't be right.” he winks at you. Darling. You nod, laying back onto the bed, watching him. 

He searches your room for something to cut the lines with, settling on your Hollister members card. Grabbing your bio notebook, he shakes just enough of the substance onto the surface for both of you. 

You snort yours first, moving out of the way to give Matty his go. The both of you stare at each other before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter, falling into each other's arms. You lay like that for a bit, before Matty gets up. 

“C’mon, we’re taking you out for your birthday. The big one-eight!” he laughs, clearing off the surface. He rubs the remainder on your gums. The feel of his fingers in your mouth is strangely erotic, you involuntarily let out a soft moan. He looks at you funny, and you shake your head, brushing it off. He tucks the cigarette case back into his jeans.  

You go through the front door this time, knowing your mother was at the office. On your 18th birthday, your own parent had decided work was more important. Fuck her, honestly. You don't lock the front door, knowing you wouldn’t be able to find your keys later. 

The two of you take the short walk to the local corner shop, Adam, Ross, and George already standing there with… balloons? 

A giant pink balloon floated over Hann’s head, and he grins at you as you walk towards him.

“For the birthday girl– a pretty pink balloon.” you can hear the other three boys sniggering behind your back. With a roll of your eyes, you take the balloon from him, holding it awkwardly.

The bell rings as you open the door to the shop, greeting Becca, the woman behind the counter, with a smile. She waves back, already turning around to grab a pack of your favourite fags for you. The two of you were friends, having met at a party a few years back. She sold you whatever you needed, ignoring the fact you were underage for years. 

Her eyebrows raise as she notices the balloon. “It's my birthday today!” you say, louder than expected. She shook her head, immediately noticing something off. Placing the bottle of vodka on the counter, you hand her your I.D with a toothy grin, and she scans it. 

“It's on the house, darling, but..” she trails off, leaning into you. You do the same, listening intently. “Lay off a bit, your pupils are fucking huge and its 10 in the morning” her words take you by surprise. Taking a look in the mirror of the shop bathroom, you confirm her statement. 

Splashing some cold water onto your face, you shake off the feeling of dread. Today was a good day, nothing was going to ruin it. You take a pair of sunglasses out of your bag. They were pink with a black rim, complimenting your outfit. 

You make your toward the exit, fags and vodka in hand, waving goodbye to Becca. She smiles at you, but it looks off. You ignore it, pushing the door open with your shoulder. Matty greets you with a smile, taking the bottle off you. 

You look to your left to see George welding what looked like a Sainsburys shopping cart. Cocking an eyebrow, you walk toward him. George takes the balloon, tying it to the shopping cart before opening his mouth to speak. 

“Go on, get in birthday girl,” you give him a skeptical look, before you feel hands gripping your waist. Flailing in the air, you realize Ross had picked you and was now placing you into the cart. Inside was a 6 pack of beer, and various food items. 

You flip Ross off, cursing him out for basically throwing you into a metal shopping cart. The five of you spend the day like that, riding around. You cruise down highways, and at some point, Matty gets in with you. You're both pressed up against each other, legs intertwining.

A blue ferrari whizzes past you, honking aggressively. Neither of you was sober enough to care, throwing beer bottles after the car, narrowly missing it. Adam was paranoid that the driver was going to call the cops, but he was promptly ignored by the rest of you. 

For some reason or another, you end up in a McDonald's parking lot. It's dirty and fairly empty, tire tracks marking up the pavement. George had paid for your food, and you were all munching away happily at your burgers. Matty was moaning into his chicken burger like it was heaven as a food item.

“Jesus mate, I'm not sure I want to hear your sex noises while trying to enjoy my food, tone it down, will you?” Ross says, pulling a face. Matty responds by letting out a loud groan, licking the sauce off of his fingers. 

“You love my sex noises, don't lie. Remember that time I was shagging Ava in the loo at George's party and you were standing outside the whole time?” he says with a full mouth. Ross shakes his head, whispering quiet words of denial. 

Matty shoots you a look, and you nod. “I need a piss,” you say, getting up. “Matty?” 

He gets up, wiping his hands on Hann’s shirt, and he smacks him across the face. Matty just laughs, turning to leave with you.  

“Why do you always go piss together? A bit weird, innit?” George comments, cocking an eyebrow. “We’re going for his hourly blowjob, George, didnt you know?” you joke, nudging Matty in the ribs. A collective “Ewww” sounds from the group as you leave. 

The bathroom is a borderline health hazard, the sinks covered in a type of grime you can only describe as slimy. Matty swipes it off as best he could, taking the red cigarette case back out. He goes through the routine, cutting up two lines with that same Hollister card. 

“D’you have any cash on you?” he asks, giving your frame a once over. You nod, taking out a tenner from your bra. 

His eyes linger on you, and you feel naked, exposed. He knew. He knew why you had gone out that night. He knew about the dream, you were sure of it. 

He chuckles as he sees where you’d been keeping the money before rolling it and handing it to you, ever the gentleman. 

This line felt different, stronger. You assume he cut more than last time. Taking a sip from the sink, you fix your hair in the mirror, wiping under your nose. Matty does his line. He gathers the loose powder onto his middle and index fingers, his other hand cupping your face. Rubbing onto your gums, you can feel them start to go numb. He holds eye contact, as if he were waiting for something. He got what he wanted when you let out a soft groan, your eyes never leaving his.

His hand leaves your jaw, instead running through his air. He doesn't put the cigarette case away just yet, taking one of the zoots out. Handing it to you, you tuck it away in your pocket. 

Making your way outside, you notice the streetlamps were already on. Was it that late already? The guys had already finished their food, wrappers littering the inside of the cart. They were standing next to each other, like they were waiting. You walk up to George, cheekily pulling out the joint from your pocket. 

“Sweet! But before that, we have something for you,” you look confused. Adam then takes his hands from behind his back, revealing a square velvet box. You take it, glancing at Matty. He nods, signaling at you to open it. 

Inside is a silver necklace, in the shape of a star. Not any star though, it was the same shape as the tattoo you had on your hip. Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes, dripping down onto the metal. 

“Fuck you– did you really?” you ask, your vision blurry. They all nod, taking a step closer, giving you a half-awkward group hug. Matty stroked your hair, taking the necklace out of its box. His fingers are like electricity against your skin as he moves your hair out of the way, undoing the clasp of the necklace. 

“Thank you so much– fuck i’m crying,” your hand wipes at your face, taking some of your mascara with it. “God, I'm so pathetic.” Your heart filled with love for your friends, and you gave them each an individual hug. Ross lets out a deep chuckle, wiping more of your tears. Fucking hell.

Mattys hug is long, once again burying his face into your hair. He squeezes you, his hands resting on your waist when he pulls away. You fight the urge to kiss him. No, not now.

Forcing yourself to get your shit together, you walk toward the giant, half-drank bottle of vodka, taking a swig. 

You hear the others talking amongst themselves, with Ross raving on about the latest Macclesfield town game and how much they sucked.

“They played like the ball had been invented 15 minutes before they were set to play,” he scoffed, finishing his beer, smashing the bottle on the floor, the shards scattering around him. No one knew why he did that, he just did. 

Matty was stood next to you, his shoulder pressed against yours, headphone wires between you. The sun was starting to set, the purple light making Matty look ethereal. You really, really wanted to kiss him. But you don't, instead opting to pick at your freshly manicured nails. 

The two of you sat there, next to each other, neither daring to move. 

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“You have to sanitize everything so you dont cause some sort of gnarly infection, yeah?” Rome explained, wiping down the needle with a disinfectant wipe. You watched intently, making a mental note. 

He had agreed to teach you how to pierce people when you vaguely mentioned having an interest in it. Rome wasn't the best, but he had done your bellybutton pretty well, so why not?

The needle looked intimidating, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped the base. He was letting you pierce his ear for practice, on the condition you promise you won't completely fuck it up.

The jewelry he had picked was a silver cross with red details that shimmered when you held it to the light. You had commented on it, and he mentioned he had some similar jewelry for your type of piercing. Humming in response, you thanked him as he gave it to you, even going so far as to switch it out. 

Rome was calm, trusting you fully. “Just slowly push it in, and thread the jewelry through the top part. After that, just pull it through. It's simple really, just don't fuck up.” he shoots you a grin, and you laugh at him sarcastically.

With laser focus, you pierce the needle through the marked skin in one go, ignoring his pained hiss. The jewelry went in without a hitch, and Rome got up to admire your work. 

“S’not bad for your first time,” he said with a wink, and you roll your eyes, thanking him for letting you do this. 

You say goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek, slamming the front door shut. 

Matty had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to come over to his. His parents were gone, and he had the house to himself. 

Your bag clinked as you slung it over your shoulder, walking the short distance to his house. The setting sun shone into your eyes, and you take out those same sunglasses you had worn on your birthday. 

Knocking on the door, it's not long before Matty answer. He's wearing a dark green zip up, black sweatpants hanging low on his waist. The skin of his chest peaks out from underneath the thick material. You swallow, hard.

He lets you in, and you make your way to the wine fridge (yes, wine fridge), pulling out an unopened bottle of Merlot. He takes two fresh glasses out of the cupboard, and you pour a healthy amount into them.       

You and Matty spent most of your time getting hammered and talking nonsense and watching nonsense TV. Nothing seemed to make sense around him. Your heart was beating against your ribcage as if it was trying to break out of your chest. You sit down, laying your head down onto his chest. 

The telly was turned up, some cartoons playing. You just couldn't focus on anything. You nudge Mattys hip, giving him a look and he knew. Getting off him, you sit down onto the floor next to the posh crystal coffee table. He came back, holding a baggie filled with more blow than you had ever seen in your life. 

“Where'd you even get that much? Christ Matty, that's like 400 quid worth of the stuff in one bag.” he smiles at you.

“My parents are rich, remember? 400 quid is a dinner date for them.”

You can't help but grin, scooting closer to the table. He cuts two lines for both of you, and you do yours straight off the table, not even caring. 

The two of you return to your previous position on the sofa, with you pressed up against his chest. You've abandoned the glasses, decided to just drink from the bottle. Who was watching? 

His heart was beating in his chest, you could hear it. Your hands wander to his waist, pulling him close. 

He loses a hand in your hair, scratching your scalp in the way he knew you liked. Your breathing is shallow, you feel lightheaded, all because of fucking Matty. You attempt to convince yourself there is nothing there, spending endless nights pondering, trying your hardest to get him out of your head. 

His hand moves down to your jaw, playing with your earrings. His skin feels hot. You feel hot. 

Matty turns your head, angling it toward him. You were looking at each other now. The look in his eye indiscernible as they darted all over your face, landing on your lips. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and he sucked in a deep breath before connecting his wet lips with yours. 

Gripping the back of your neck, he maneuvers you on top of him. Both of your legs were on either side of his, straddling him. He moaned into the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the left. 

You take over the kiss, biting down onto his lower lip, hard. He's breathless, gasping for air as he pulls away. You stare at each other, out of breath and sweating. 

“What are yo-,” you start,

“Shut up, just– be quiet.” 

He pulls you back in, your lips crashing against his. His hand travels down to cup your chest through your shirt, tweaking your nipple. He groans, the noise turning into a high-pitched moan as you dig your nails into his scalp. 

“You like that?” you ask, giving his hair a tug. The whimper that comes out of his mouth is all the confirmation you need. 

You stop again, and your eyes meet his. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession, and you can feel his heart beat even quicker. 

“I don't- just please– fuck, don't stop.” he pleads with you, his hand trailing down your lower back. The look on his face is delicious. He's begging. A bead of sweat runs down his face, disappearing into his hair. 

Your lips connect with his neck, biting down into his skin. The noises that escape him can only be described as pornographic, his voice reverberating through the room, the high ceilings amplifying them. 

Continuing your attack on his throat, you listen to the sounds he lets out, drinking them in. It was music to your ears, hearing him like that. Because of you. 

Matty presses a hand to your chest, making you stop.  

“Maybe we shouldn't- I mean, wouldn't it be weird?”

You nod in agreement, sitting up on top of him. It would be weird around the others. You try to seem unbothered, it's not like you felt anything for him. Of course you loved him, as a best mate, and all of this had been a horrible mistake.  

A nervous laugh leaves his lips, morphing into a genuine one. “Can you imagine? Us? Hann’d lose his mind.” you crack a smile, imagining Adam's reaction to your current position. 

You slowly get off of him, turning your attention to the abandoned bottle of wine laying on the table. Picking it up, you gulp the rest down, wiping your mouth clean. Clean of Matty. You know it's wrong to want him like this, to want to feel his skin against yours. You ignore every primal instinct telling you to get back on him, to kiss him again, instead, you make yourself comfortable on the floor.  

He turns the telly up, switching to a news channel instead. You didn't dare look at him, afraid of what you’d see. You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Y’know, just because we stopped.. doesn't mean you can't like, lay on me and stuff.” he gestures to himself before patting the space next to him. 

“Lots of people would pay good money to be able to touch me, so you better make the most of it,” a grin spreads onto his face as you get up. 

You lay back down, settling into him completely. This is fine. This is totally fucking fine. Sucking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the TV in front of you, losing yourself in the colors. 

His hand searches for yours, intertwining your fingers with one another. What was he doing? A million thoughts run through your mind. One thing was clear, you definitely needed another drink. 

Time passed, becoming more and more irrelevant as the hours ticked by. The two of you had moved to his bed, lying next to each other. Bon Jovi’s ‘Vienna’ played softly through your headphones, his voice piercing your thoughts. Despite what he might tell other people, Matty loved Bon Jovi. He would rave on about his music for hours, and you would listen to every word, a familiar warmth spreading through you. Adoration.

Matty had already fallen asleep, softly snoring into the pillow. You turned off the music, slowly taking out the headphone from his ear. He stirred for a second, muttering something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

You look at him, hair falling over his face in loose curls. The soft sound of his breathing filled the air, acting as a sort of white noise for you. You lay down facing him, and stroke his face lightly. He was beautiful like this, peaceful. 

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Morning came slowly, the sun gradually peaking through the blinds as it came up. Matty woke up before you, getting ready quietly before shaking you awake. You borrowed some of his clothes, pulling on a black and yellow striped shirt over a pair of his jean shorts. He opted for just layering a black tank top underneath the outfit he already had on.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet, the sound of chirping birds filling your ears. It was a Monday morning, so both of you were sober and ready to learn (ugh). Once again walking arm in arm, you had gotten to the stop earlier than intended, sitting down on the metal bench. 

Neither of you spoke about the previous night. It was better that way. Matty got out a pack of cigarettes, pulling out two. One for you, one for him. He lights yours. 

You spot the bus, throwing your half smoked cigarette to the ground, and he does the same. He leads you to the front of the bus, giving you the window seat. Matty loved the window seat. 

His head is once again in your lap, acting like the past 12 hours simply hadn't happened. You were content with that, softly stroking his hair, curling and uncurling it with your grown out nails. “Let's skip last lesson,” he suggests “George is at his nans anyway. What's the point?” you nod in agreement, leaning your head against the glass. 

Neither of you had bothered bringing anything today, both your bags only filled with lighters, makeup, and maybe the occasional notepad. The halls are unusually empty for this time of day, but you just brush it off. You and Matty trudge to the classroom, flinging open the door to be met with a very angry looking Mrs. Sexton  

She has a go at you, yelling about how it's ‘incredibly disrespectful’ to come 15 minutes late to her class again. You offer her a shrug, sitting down at your usual table. Matty is quiet today, hungover and way too sober to say anything to the insults being strewn at him from a few tables back. The group of boys won't let up, chatting shit the entire lesson. You ignore them.

Class ends, and you’re walking down the halfway arm in arm, talking about how much Mrs. Sexton fucked you off. 

“Look at him, fucking fairy, isnt he? Even his little girlfriend wont snog him. Disgusting,” They spit at you, laughing in their little group. The comment made about you makes Matty turn around.

“D’you know why i'm not snogging her, mh?” he stares daggers into the guy whoever dared to utter a word at you, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been too busy fending off your girl, talking ‘bout ‘oh please make me cum Matty, my boyfriend never touches me right-” A punch to the gut punctuates his sentence, making him fall to the ground. 

Matty doesn't stay down too long, getting up and throwing himself at the bloke who hit him, tackling him. He starts hitting him properly, throwing punches at his head. In turns, the guy smacks him across the face, making Matty roll off of him. 

Eventually, the guys' mates pull them apart, spitting more insults at Matty and you. Matty spits on the ground infront if him, giving him a wink. The two of you then book it down the hallway to the nearest loo, locking yourselves in. 

The moment you both look at each other, laughter fills the space. “You're mental, you know that?” you say through giggles, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He could've actually hurt you!- Fuck, your eye.” you see a gash underneath his left eye, it was bleeding. 

Grabbing as much toilet roll as you could, you hold it to the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh, bugger off, it's nothing.” he says, wincing as you press down harder. “Don't even try to do your ‘oh i'm so masculine’ schtick with me, I swear to god.” your hand holds his head, making it easier for you to press the paper against his cheek. 

Thats when you realise how fucking close your face is to his. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, and you're on your knees, of all places. Last night was really, truly, messing with your mind. His leg twitches slightly, eyes peering down at you. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. 

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you look up at him. Silence fills the room, the only sound being your knees shuffling against the tile. His legs spread slightly, allowing you to scoot toward him. This is so fucked up.

“Can I kiss you?” his voice comes out meek and non-committal, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Only if you look at me, Matty.” you answer, straightening your knees, making yourself taller.

He forces himself to meet your gaze, pulling his lip in between his teeth. You nod, bringing your face to his, but not letting your lips touch. That was his choice. 

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was trying to peer into your soul. He probably was. 

“You're so beautiful,” he says, sounding confident, sure. He closes the gap between you, his hand grabbing at the base of your neck. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. The blush that was previously confined to just your face spreads all over your body, making you feel as if you were on fire. Matty lit your skin on fire. 

Then, he did something you didn't expect. He got up, taking you with him. With a force you didn't think he had, he pushed you up against the wall. Your mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. His whimpers fill the bathroom stall as you rake your nails down his back, digging them into it.

You gasp when he brings a knee up between your thighs, pushing up further. Breathless, you pull away, gasping for air. His hand traces up and down your jawline, nails scratching the skin. He places a peck onto your cheek, then your chin, making his way down your neck. You have no choice but to moan whenever his lips make contact with your skin, silently begging for more. 

The bathroom door slams open, a group of girls piling in. Matty slaps a hand over your mouth, stifling your noises before anyone could hear. They start talking, and all you could do was focus on trying to not make a sound as Mattys knee moved up even higher. You look at him, panic in your eyes. You desperately didn't want to get caught.

He listens to your silent pleas, lowering his knee from its position. His mouth catches your lips in another kiss. The two of you stay like that until the girls decide to clear out, closing the door behind them. He tastes like cigarette smoke, then again, so do you. He interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing them up against the door. His tongue dances with yours, and you feel sparks of electricity travel up your spine.

He moans your name, your hand gripping at the roots of his hair, pulling tightly. He seemed to respond most when you did that. He responded to pain. Your nails digging into his back, your teeth biting his lip. Everything suddenly made sense, especially the time you had cut his hair. Those sounds he had disguised as coughs weren't cries of pain, but of pleasure. 

You file away that information for another time, if there would even be another time. “Let's get you home,” you say, pressing a hand to his chest. His expression caused you physical pain, looking down at you like a kicked puppy. 

You didn't want to want him like this, but your body and mind had apparently made a different decision. You lead him out of the stall, out of the bathroom and down the hall, making your way to the parking lot. The air was thick, but somehow still comfortable. You could feel his eyes on you for most of the walk to his house. For the first time since you had met, you were the one walking him home. 

Hugging him at the door to his house, he leaned in to kiss you. You let him, his hands gripping your waist like it truly was his anchor to reality. This goodbye felt different, it felt hard. 

 

// Matty //

Picture a scene: A darkened room, the only light coming from cracks in the curtains. The sheets are cold against his skin, giving him a sense of comfort. 

His hands trace down his chest, grazing the skin lightly. He repeats the movement, sighing as his fingers linger over his nipples. The room is warm, or maybe that's just him. Regardless, he takes off his shirt, throwing it into a corner somewhere in his room.

He thinks about the kiss. The way your bodies moved against each other as if it were second nature. It felt right. Your lips against his, moans leaving his mouth involuntarily. He broke the kiss first, not wanting to go too far. He so desperately wanted to.

He couldn't hold back in the bathroom, with you looking up at him like that, eyes full of worry for his well being. He had fought for you, trying to defend your honor like some sort of disney prince. It did work, but he didn't like to fight. It wasn't who he was as a person. It wasn't who Matty was around you. 

He palmed himself through his boxers, a groan tearing itself from his throat. He imagined it was your hand instead of his, the mental image of you with him, in this position, made all the blood in his head rush to his cock. The pressure was almost too much. Almost.

He imagined you above him again, your eyes never leaving him, always looking at him. His body yearned for your attention, for your touch. The shuffling of his boxers down his thighs is incredibly loud in the near silent room, the bed creaking beneath him. 

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, the tip leaking precum. Tugging at himself, he closes his eyes, picturing you. The way your neck cranes to look at him when he's laying on top of you. The way your lips wrap around the opening of a wine bottle, the liquid sloshing down your throat. The way you kissed him, taking complete control of the action. Taking complete control of him. 

He can feel himself getting close, teetering on the edge. His noises get louder, echoing through the room. Attempting to muffle himself, he shoves his head into his pillow, biting down. It's useless, he starts helplessly rutting into the mattress, begging for release. He imagines your voice, telling him to ask you for permission. 

“P-please– fuckkk,” he stutters out.

No one can hear him, he knows that well enough. He just can't stop himself. He comes, hard, spilling into his hand. 

He lays there, sweating, panting. The only thought in his clouded mind: You.   

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 14: Before You Go

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Chapter warnings: mentions of spiking, forced drug use.

A/n: hello my beautiful people, I hope you're all well. I tried something different in the beginning of this chapter and did it in Matty's pov, I don't know if I like it but I'm sticking with it anyway. This chapter gives a little background into how they were before. I hope you like it :) not long now until this series is over :( if you have any ideas of things you want to see between these characters, like blurbs then please feel free to send them into my inbox :)

She stands across the room from me, the beautiful dress she's wearing, flows gently past her glorious hips and ends at the apex of her thighs, I swear if she spun around too quickly you'd see her underwear. The black fabric dips down against the swell of her breasts, two cups of lace edging the fabric. The little "M" catches the light of the room and sparkles, making my heart beat harshly in my chest. I want nothing more than to run my fingers along either side of the fabric, brushing against her -

"Matty, you're staring" someone's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, the voice of Charli, I feel her hand on my back, the only thing tearing my eyes away from Lou. My hand drops from my mouth, I now realise I had been playing what my lips. Ever since our argument things had been better than ever, I didn't think I could be more in love but here I was staring at the woman I loved wanting nothing more than to walk over to her, fall to my knees and beg her to marry me.

The black haired woman rubs her hand down my back and she laughs, I know why she's laughing and I'm not offended. Her opinion mattered to me and as long as she was happy for me, I truly didn't mind her taking the piss out of me.

"You are so whipped mate" she says and I can't help but chuckle, eyes snapping back over to Lou. George's arm was wrapped around her shoulders as she told a story to Hann and Ross, my three best friends hanging onto her every word, something about her just demanded that of people. "I don't blame you, just look at her"

"yeah…" my voice trails off as I look at her. The woman that commands the attention of everyone in the room with little to (and) often no effort. I'm reminded that despite her being that person, she wanted me, and I feel my chest thump harshly again. I'm easily distracted by her and have to snap myself out of my trance to finish my sentence "look at her"

I turn back to Charli, who I now notice is smiling widely at me, her hand dropping from my back.

"I'm really happy for you Matthew… and for her. I know I haven't said this yet and I'm unsure the boys have either… but it needs to be said" she begins and I feel my stomach soar before it sinks, worried she was going to be the bearer of bad news… and god knows despite the image I attempt to portray, my fragile heart couldn't bare any bad news.

"thank you" she says simply and her words confuse me, which is obvious by the way I tilt my head to the side.

"For loving her… she needed you" both our eyes drift over to her and I can't help but smile widely again.

I know there is a truth to her words, but I know I needed her more. I felt myself slipping, becoming someone I wasn't, she saved me, brought me back to the person Ive always been, or the person I've always wanted to be.

"I needed her more" I say although it's quiet, I know if I looked at Charli again she'd be smiling.

I watch as Lou's eyes snap over to us, her face immediately lighting up and a huge smile coming to rest against her mouth, her mouth that is coated in red lipstick, I hoped it wouldn't come off, because nothing was going to stop me from kissing her.

"Charli!!" I hear her say, she doesn't shout yet everyone seems to fall silent, allowing her to speak. That didn't happen with me, I usually had to shout over people to make them hear me, but people just listened to her.

Her smile makes a smile tug at my mouth, one of equal earnestness to hers. I watch as she absentmindedly plays with the necklace around her neck, a simple act, yet it makes my stomach flutter and my heart throb. I almost feel my eyes soften as I look at her, everything that is her clouding my mind. Especially when I notice the faint M on her chest, the small patch the only bit of her skin not caught by the sun. She hardly took the necklace off and that small detail had me wanting to hold her and never let go.

Her hands let go of the necklace and I watch as it falls, hitting her chest and bouncing slightly, before it swings back and forth, slowly stilling. I hadn't realised Charli had started walking towards her and away from me until Lou was wrapped up in a pair of arms. My vision widens, away from just her and I see her smiling at me, her chin resting against Charli's shoulder.

"come here" she mouths and before I can even register my feet are taking me to her.

"Was wondering how long you'd be standing over there for" I hear Ross say, I see worry etched across his features and I smile, letting him know I'm fine.

"I'm all good mate, don't worry" I say with a gentle pat to his back, I turn, now seeing Charli greeting George with a, not so gentle kiss. But what can I say? Lou and I were no better.

Lou turns my way and I stand for another moment, just watching her, not making any movements towards her. She looked beautiful as always but something about the way she looked tonight was blowing me away.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day Healy?" I hear her say, making my eyes snap to hers. A cheeky and teasing smile strikes my eyes and I chuckle, shaking my head at her, at her teasing.

"I might, yeah" I say, making her chuckle and then she's stepping towards me, arms hooking over my shoulders, meeting each other against my neck, shutting me in, not that I would leave now. My eyes flutter shut with the intrusion of her (a welcomed one), her scent invades my senses and forces me to shut my eyes as I breathe her in, immediately overwhelmed by her. She smells like vanilla and coffee and white flowers and orange blossom and home. She smelt like home, an instant comfort, like stepping through the door after a long day, like curling under the covers or being wrapped up in a blanket.

"Hi" she smiles, her voice sweet and the first time I had heard it all day, instantly feeling happiness flood my body. I had been wrapped up in getting things ready for the show, the first one of this leg of the tour, wanting it to be amazing. Jamie eventually had to tell me to take a break, "go spend time with your girlfriend" he had said, his words making me blush. No matter what, the fact she was my girlfriend wouldn't fail to amaze me.

"Hi… missed you" my hands gently clamp around her waist, pulling her closer, needing her against me.

"Missed you too… had to spend time with boys, how annoying" she jokes and it makes me chuckle. I can sense that she wants to ask me how my day was, but I can also tell why she doesn't, because she knew relaying the details would make me more stressed and I appreciate that. It also made me feel… special, that she knew that about me. That she knew me that well.

"Couldn't think of anything worse, could you?' she's laughing now, leaning forward to place a kiss to my mouth, nearly knocking the air out of me, something that always happens when she kisses me. She's pulling away faster than she leant forward, her lips barely pressed against mine for a second, not that I minded. It was enough, for now.

"How was it? Had a good day?" I ask, wanting to hear about it.

"yeah was good, had a little walk around the venue, not too far… met some lovely fans, all of whom commented on your lack of presence. Messed about for a bit, played some songs with G… was really good" she explains and it makes me grin, truly happy she had a good day.

"Bet everyone will think we've broken up or something" I comment, making her roll her eyes and chuckle.

"Probably, just gotta prove them wrong huh Healy?" She asks and I nod, leaning forward to kiss her again, needing my desire for her to be quenched somewhat. So I press a firmer kiss fo her mouth, taking her bottom lip into mine, not caring if the color stained my own. I tug at it at little, letting it snap back before smoothing it with my tongue, before eventually pulling away. Noting the way her fingers gripped the fabric around my shoulders.

"Would've liked to hear you and G playing some songs, what did you play?" I ask, but I feel myself getting distracted by the look she's giving me. I take in her darkening eyes, and feel her hands drift along the lapels of my jacket, tugging me forward slightly.

"this and that" she comments, I can tell she's just speaking them without thinking, clearly distracted by something, by me.

"We're going for a smoke" I hear George say, Lou's body slightly turning in my hold to look at them, I go to slip my arms from around her waist but her grip tightens on my arm.

"Want to join them?" I ask but she just shakes her head. I hear the sound of a camera in front of us, both our attention being drawn to the sound, seeing Charli holding her phone.

"Sorry you guys are just so cute" she says before George is pulling her with him.

"Come with me" I hear her say, my head immediately snapping back to her. Her voice was floaty and I know what she needs by the way her eyes are drifting along the expanse of my form, not knowing what to settle on, wanting to view all of me at once. I know this because I'm doing the same to her, but my eyes are finally setting on the way her bottom lip is tugged between her teeth.

I feel the desire of her warm my stomach and feel the way my eyes darken as I look at her.

"Need me huh?" I ask, knowing her all too well, she nods simply before she's pulling me somewhere. God knows where she's taking me but we both know I'd follow her to the ends of the earth, blindly and willingly.

She tugs my hand, leading me round several corners, giggling as she does, the soft sounds spilling from her mouth the best I'd ever heard. She halts in a corridor round the back of the venue, our music equipment flush against either side of the walls, leaving a slim gap which she squeezes through, pulling me until I'm flush against her. Her back rests against an amp and my hands quickly clasp around her hips, pulling her slightly away from it so it doesn't dig into her skin. But that's quickly forgotten when she pushes her lips against mine, her tongue finding mine within seconds, making me groan against her.

"god I love you"

They're all backstage, a few of them messing around, some sitting by themselves and doing mundane things. Ross and John are playing ping pong in another room but their laughter can still be heard from where Matty, George and Lou are sitting. Matty smiles at Hann and Carly who are cosied up onto a sofa, reading from a baby name book, throwing out suggestions for the group. His eyes flick from the couple to Lou.

He sits on a large leather sofa, George is sat two seats away from him on the other side, Lou rests against the middle seat, well her bottom does anyway. Her legs are curved and her socked feet are resting in George's lap, her head on a pillow in Matty's. Matty's hand drifts through her hair as she sleeps, the strands are soft and silky under his touch and he smiles down at her as she softly snores, barely audible. One hand is awkwardly hooked behind her, lightly holding onto George's hand, his thumb smooths over her knuckles.

George watches his friend as he stares down at his girlfriend, he feels proud of the man he is today, despite his best efforts to defend Matty's behaviour before, he found himself not liking the person he was around Lou. But now George thinks he's redeemed himself, in fact he's done more than that, he's become a man who is worthy of her love and a man who loves her exactly the way she's deserves.

George doesn't voice his pride, instead he just watches him, looking head over heels for the woman sleeping in his lap. His mind flicks back to one night all those years ago, when George thought Matty might start to redeem himself, when he acted uncharacteristically kind towards Lou, not that she remembers.

"Do you think you'd ever tell her about that night in Manchester?" George asks, his voice quiet, worried about waking her. Matty's eyes don't falter from the girl, he doesn't have it think about what night George is referring to. He knows straight away. It had been years since anyone had mentioned that night. Even now it makes him feel sick. That was the day he swore he'd change, he swore he'd do anything to protect Lou and to show her that too. Of course the day after came and all those promises got pushed aside. But he wishes they didn't.

The club is crowded, packed full of sweaty bodies, most of whom were pressed against each other, dancing and drinking. The room was cloudy, filled with smoke and it smelt like stale cigarettes and she could smell just a hint of weed.

She already feels like she's drunk enough but the girls she's with keep ignoring her pleas to stop buying her drinks, making her feel bad and practically forcing her to drink them. She feels refuge when she hears her name being yelled over the loud music, eyes snapping to her lanky best friend who's walking towards her. She smiles widely, standing and leaving the toxic people behind, she doesn't fail to notice how they practically purr when they see George and his mates, her mates (well some of them were her mates).

She thinks it's pathetic how desperate they were but one look over at the boys she can understand why they were acted the way they were. George wraps a protective arm over her as she meets the group, all (apart form Matty) greet her, Ross wanting to hug her himself, but George makes that a bit hard.

"Look good Lou" Ross says and she smiles, she sees George's jaw clenching and she scoffs at him, telling him to "pack it in". She adorns a black silk dress with a low back, two criss-cross strings holding it together. Her eyes hover towards Matty who is staring at her.

"You alright Healy? Seem a bit... Hmm..." She thinks "Shocked" it's the first time she's spoken to him in weeks and he hates that it makes his heart race. Her efforts to not sound drunk seem to work quite well.

"You wish" he says before he's walking towards the girls she was with, all of whom coo at him as he sits down, arm wrapping round one of the blonde ones. Lou watches as he whispers in her ear and watches the way the tiny blonde giggles like a school girl. It makes her want to be sick.

"Remind me why you're friends with them again?" Ross asks as he looks at the girls, a disgusted look on his face, one that makes Lou chuckle. She was glad someone was on her side.

"I'm not... Rose is but she's abandoned me for some guy... Or girl I don't know" she says, searching the dancefloor to try and find her friend but ultimately failing to do so.

"George come here a second" they hear Matty shout and Lou looks up at him, visibly seeing how conflicted the guy looked.

"You can go" she says knowing he wanted to.

"Sorry Lou, but they're really fit" he says pressing a kiss to her cheek. Lou rolls her eyes before stepping to the side. Ross takes the opportunity to wrap her under his arm now.

"Couldnt be anymore of a guy" she says, making Hann laugh. She looks up at Ross who chuckles too. If she were to look back at the table, she would've seen Matty, staring at the pair with his jaw clenched and hand clamped around the edge of his chair.

"Let's go get you laid" Ross says, pulling her to the dancefloor. Hann, who doesn't want to dance, decides to join George and Matty, not that he really wanted to do that either.

Ross and Lou dance together for a bit before they each find someone else to dance with. Ross finds a petite brunette, she's pretty and she compliments Lou on how she looks and says she recognizes her from some bar she once performed at, explaining how awesome she thought her band was, so gets her approval. Lou finds a guy who is clearly very attractive but is also clearly a douche. He's jawline could cut and his piercing blue eyes could well.. pierce, his brown hair was loose on his head in curls (much similar to Matty's) he was tanned unlike Healy. There were things about him that screamed Matty but others which couldn't be further apart.

Eventually, after some steamy dancing, they find the bar, the guy buying Lou a drink and then they make their way to the rest of the group.

Matty's jaw clenches when he sees the way the guy clamps his hand around her thigh, but what really gets him is the way she visibly squirms and downs her drink, clearly needing a bit more liquid courage to even feel comfortable.

The group talk, well shout over the loud music, and eventually they all get up to dance. His eyes are trained on Lou, so he's the first to notice a shift in her behaviour. The way she becomes clumsy, far too clumsy for someone who had just had one more drink, he knows her, and he knows one more drink wouldn't tip her over the edge, something was wrong.

He finds himself walking over to the pair, the guy practically grinding onto her limp body. Matty grabs him by his collar, making everyone's eyes snap to them.

"What the fuck did you do you douche?" He asks, and although the guy is far from small, he visibly cowers.

"What's going on mate?" George says, clamping a hand over his friends shoulder, who doesn't budge.

"Look at your best friend right now" Matty says, eyes unwavering from the guy and George's eyes snap to Lou. He gently takes her chin in-between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting it up to look at her. Her pupils are blown wide and he can see she has no clue what's going on around her. George really wants to beat the shit out of the guy but he chooses to take Lou in his arms instead.

"You fucking coward... Knew she wouldn't fuck you if you didn't slip her something huh?" Matty says, his grip on the guys collar tightening.

The guy doesn't say anything and that angers him more and in the next blink of an eye, Matty's fist is clenching, before it's swinging to hit the guy square in the jaw. Matty's swipes are relentless, each of the guys staring in shock, having never seen their mate act so ferally. Matty feels his blood boiling and it's as if something, somebody else has taken over his body, unable to stop his movements, until he hears a gentle mumble from Lou.

Despite her state she still manages to get the words out and they make him freeze.

"Matty... Stop" is all she says and his eyes snap to hers, seeing them close after the two words are spoken. He swears it's the first time she's ever called him Matty, usually opting for Healy or Matthew, her words usually laced with venom, but her voice is soft now and he knows he wouldn't hurt the guy again, if that's what she wanted. Matty tears his eyes away from her, his clenched fist, hovering by the guys bruised face.

Ross pounces forward, grabbing his friend and pulling him back before he goes any further. It gives the other guy ampule opportunity to run away, which he does

"Yeah fucking run away you dickhead" Matty shouts, accent very thick.

"Matty" he hears George say, his voice laced with sheer terror and worry. Matty's eyes snap to the girl in George's arms, the girl who's eyes were now closed.

"I don't know what to do" George says and as if a switch is flicked.

"Should we take her to the hospital?" George asks and Matty shakes his head.

"It's Lou, you know she'd hate that come here" Matty takes over. Arms hooking under her knees as he lifts her, carrying her out of the club as if she weighs nothing, the guys following all of them into the back of Matty's van.

"Hann, I need you to get water, lots of it" he says as he lies her down on top of some blankets which are scattered in the back.

Hann disappears then.

"Ross, I need you to take George away for a bit okay?" He says as he sees George panicking. George's eyes snap to his and Matty gives him a reassuring nod, letting him know he had her.

"I've got this okay? You can trust me, I've got her" Matty says and George nods. Every past event completely contradicted this one, yet he knew she'd be safe with Matty.

Ross wants to stay but also knows George can't be there right now, so he quickly fights with himself, Matty nodding at him too, before Ross leads George away and upon Hanns return, Matty closes the door to the van.

It seems like they're waiting for hours outside the van. George and Ross come back at some point, seeing Hann sitting on the floor, practically gnawing at his lip. George paces back and forth whilst Ross stares at the back doors of the van, just waiting until they open. No one knows what miracle Matty performs behind the van doors and despite all of his behaviour before, each of them trusted him with their best friend.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, she's placed in his arms, his hands soothing down her face, her hair clung to her sweaty head.

"Hey Healy" she says, voice still floaty, as if she wasn't truly there with him.

"Hi pretty girl" he says, the first time he's been earnest with her. He knows it's because he can be right now, she wasn't going to remember this.

"I like this face" she admits, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them, making him laugh. Her happy expression disappears a second later and she frowns.

"I dont feel very well Matty" she groans. He frowns down at her, his thumb soothing across her cheek.

"I know darling... I've got you though, you're safe and you'll feel better soon" she smiles up at him, a dopey smile that lasts barely three seconds before she frowns again.

"You hate me... Why are you being nice?" Her words are fumbled and he has to really focus to unscramble them but he does. Her eyes flutter shut and he can tell she's fighting sleep. They open again and her eyes erratically flick around the van, unaware of her surroundings but then her eyes land on his again and he watches as they soften.

Her eyes flick to his hand and her hand shakily finds his, thumb soothing over the knuckles coated in blood, flinching when he flinches.

"Matty...." He wishes she'd say his name again and never stop saying it. He knows in that moment that her saying his name, is his favourite thing in the world.

"Go back to sleep yeah?" He says knowing she just needed to sleep it off now, she nods and her eyes are shutting again.

"Hmm, you smell nice" he smiles at that, heart fluttering.

"Before you go... I don't hate you sweetheart, could never hate you" he knows she doesn't hear his words but they needed to be said.

Matty slowly opens the back door, coming to stand with the other guys. He instantly pulls George into a hug.

"She's alright guys" he says loud enough for all of them to hear.

"I'm going to drive her home okay? I didn't drink anyway. G you wanna come with? Stay with her until tomorrow" Matty says, his questions followed by a demand and of course George nods.

"You two going to be alright getting home? " Matty asks and Hann and Ross nod. Ross pulls Matty into a hug and he thanks him, Hann does the same. George and Matty then get into the van and Matty starts driving home, eyes flicking between the road and the mirror, making sure she was still okay.

"Thanks mate... I was pathetic back there... Thanks for taking over and helping her" George says and Matty nods at him.

"Of course" they sit in silence for a bit before Matty speaks again.

"Hey look... Can you not tell her that I helped her? Just say you did it. Please" Matty says, pleading with his best friend. George looks at him, taking in every feature, every indicator that told him Matty desperately needed this. He couldn't understand why, he knew that if Lou knew Matty was the one that helped, she'd immediately forgive him for everything he had ever said or done... But George still nodded his head.

"Yeah, if that's what you need" George says, feeling sad.

"it is"

She wakes in her own bed, not knowing how she got there. George comes in and explains the events of the night, telling her he was the one that helped her, just as Matty asked.

"Thank you G, you're the best" she hugs him tightly and George frowns. He had just lied to his best friend.

"Don't think it would change anything" Matty says, finally looking at George.

"Think she'd realise just how much she did mean to you back then... Even if you did try to hide it" George says.

"Maybe... I dunno though G... It sounds weird, but... I kind of like, no not like, I..." He pauses to think. He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking.

"I remember it and she doesn't.... And it's not like I like that but... in that moment I got to have her in a way I always wanted... I got to be the one that helped her. And it feels weird to say but I liked it... I guess... Would've preferred it under different circumstances but still" Matty explains.

"But you don't want her to know that?" George asks.

"What if she hates me for it George? What if she resents me?" He asks, fully turning his body to face his friend, Lou slightly stirring in her sleep.

"Hate you for helping her?"

"Hate me for keeping a secret. For making you lie..."

"She's not like that... She wouldn't be like that. She'd be so thankful that you helped her"

"I dunno G"

"Trust me. I know you know her... But she's been my best friend since we were babies.... I KNOW, she wouldn't hate you for that" George says.

A little later on Matty sits her down, she rests against the edge of the bed, Matty stands in front of her and explains the true events of that night and to his surprise, she doesn't hate him for it, in fact, she laughs, which doesn't make much sense to him.

"You know I remember that right?" She says and she laughs when she's sees him visibly nearly have a heart attack "well I thought it was G, guess when he told me it was him, my mind thought it filled in the gaps" she says and his eyes are begging for her to explain.

"I like this face" she says and he remembers it instantly "it makes sense now... I wouldn't have said that to G... I love him but I wouldn't have told him that, he already knows" she says, laughing to herself and he smiles.

"So you remember what happened but didn't remember it was me" he says and she nods.

"And now you know it was me?" He asks.

"Well it makes a lot more sense for one... And it makes me love you even more" she says, pulling him towards her and hugging him tightly.

"I love you" she mumbles against his stomach.

"I love you too pretty girl" he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"You know if you had told me that at the time I would've forgiven you... I would've forgiven you for everything" she says, pulling away to look up at him.

"I thought you hated me too much back then... Thought the fact I was the one that helped you would've... I dunno annoyed you?" He says and she shakes her head at him.

"Youre a silly man healy... But god I love you" she says.

"You know I thought I might lose you that night... Was so terrified of losing you and I didn't even have you the way I wanted... But I knew in that moment I'd do anything not lose you and I thought if I told you, I'd do exactly that" he admits and her face softens, glassy eyes finding his as she grasps his face.

"You'll never lose me Matty, I promise" she says and leans forward to kiss her.

"Promise." He confirms.

"I'm going to marry you one day" she says and it surprises him. He eagerly presses his lips to hers, smiling against her mouth as she giggles.

"I like the sound of that" he says as he maneuvers them up the bed, pinning her to the mattress as their lips bruise against one another.

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[Chapter 11] the final chapter

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of torture, mentions of death (murder), heavy smut, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v

an: this is the LAST CHAPTER of Protego. I am very very thankful to all who've stuck around and read everything. Please note that this chapter ends the way it does as it is leading to a sequel. Be on the lookout for my Enzo series soon

The sound of bone smashing bone rang between Mattheo’s ears as he watched Birdie’s fist connect with what was left of Damiano’s face. In an instant his arms were wrapped around her, lifting her up and pulling her a few feet back. “Woah, there, hold on now,” it was like his words fell to the ground, not even reaching her ears as she thrashed in his arms. Enzo’s voice invaded his head, Let her down, Matty. She needs this. She deserves it after everything he put her through. Reluctantly, Mattheo obliges, and the clever little witch is immediately on the fucker again but with more of an unforgiving hand. 

Red light leaves the tip of her wand as a spell Mattheo knows all too well, both as the caster and the receiver, hits Damiano’s weakening body. Funny thing about the cruciatus curse is that there are different levels and intensity to it. And with the hatred Birdie held for Damiano, Mattheo could only imagine the pain he must be feeling. Fucking good, he thought. The screech that left Damiano’s throat was like music to Mattheo’s ears, a sinister grin breaking out on his face. Mattheo can’t help the pride that swells within him when she spits another spell from her lips. “Sectum sempra,” even through gritted teeth her voice was the sweetest sound to him. 

With a flick of her wrist the wounds she had just created disappeared. Looking to his left Mattheo sees that he’s not the only one wearing a confused expression. The spell leaves her lips again, the bastard in front of her grasping for breath and bleeding profusely before she heals him once more. Theo leaned in close between Enzo and Mattheo, his voice speaking the thoughts that were roaming in Mattheo’s mind, “What is she doing, why is hse healing him after inflicting wounds.” Mattheo shook his head, searching his brain for the right answer but Enzo enlightened them cooly, “She’s prolonging the torture.” 

Letting her go on for a few moments longer, Mattheo watches Birdie work meticulously. Fun’s over, grab her, Mattheo gives silent instruction to Theo. Mattheo and Enzo approach Damiano once more. Tongue in cheek and licking his teeth with glee Mattheo casts his own torture spells onto the waste of human life in front of him. “You started something you couldn’t finish, but now it’s finally over. I hope you enjoyed tonight, Damiano. Because it’s going to be your last.” Mattheo took a few steps back, raising his wand and pointing it directly where his heart clearly wasn’t. Mattheo had to give credit where credit was due. Ollivander knew how to make a fucking wand because the grip he had on his should be splitting the fucking wood. 

He could feel the beginning of the spell start to form on his lips. The first syllable forming on his tongue when he felt her grip on his forearm. He turned, locking eyes with the person who meant the most to him in this life. He could see the pain, see the yearning. He’s felt it himself. He nodded, lowering his wand and stepping back to join the boys once more. Birdie took his place, standing where he once stood but her small frame seemed to stand taller than he did previously. She held her want out firm, grip knuckle white. She lifted his head, forcing eye contact with the one she hated most. She spoke steady and slowly, the calmness in her tone making all three boys have a new respect and fear for her. Then the words left her lips, tongue dancing around each vowel and consonant like they were created by her solely for this moment. 

“Avada Kedavra.”

The green light emitted from her wand with more gusto than she expected. It’s like that the first time. Mattheo remembers his so clearly. He was so young, his arm so small that the power of the spell blew him back several feet. But not Birdie. He could see the muscles in her arm flex as she held her wand tighter. Mattheo shifted a glance to the two boys beside him, making sure they couldn’t see him adjusting his trousers. 

When the spell hits it’s intended target Damiano’s body goes impossibly limp, his head hung over the back of the chair, mouth slightly agape as blood runs down his chin. Mattheo’s smirk growing at the scene before him was reflexive. It’s nearly wiped away when he notices Birdie wobbling. His arms are wrapped around her so quickly she probably didn’t even notice the shift in balance before he steadied her. 

Mattheo nudged his nose against her neck, lips ghosting along her skin as he speaks, “How do you feel, Princess?” Her eyes are still straight ahead, looking at her handiwork limp on the metal chair like a used rag doll, a single word leaving her plush lips, “Powerful.” Mattheo can’t help the slight growl that leaves his throat, “That’s my fucking girl.” He spins her around to face him, a hand grasping at the small expanse of her throat as he pulls her lips to his. He caught her off guard, her gasping into the kiss, but he takes quick advantage, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth, explore what’s his. 

Breaking the kiss, Mattheo keeps his hold on her throat as he directs wordless orders to Theo and Enzo, Clean up the rubbish, I’ll find you later for a debrief and next plans. He can feel Birdie’s pulse quicken under his fingers and it makes his skin hot. “C’mon princess. Let me show you how proud you just made me.” He only just catches a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip before apparating them both back to his room at the manor. 

With a flick of her wrist Birdie has the door locked and that small action has Mattheo’s pants growing tighter as she pulls him in by his tie for another searing kiss. Her hands were fast on his tie and the buttons of his shirt as he ripped away the stinky top adorning her chest from her shift at the club. The sound of diamonds hitting the wood floor nearly covered the moaning gasp that left her throat at he palmed her perfect breasts.

He does his best to slow down but all he can think about is marking her up, making sure she knows how proud he is of her. Proud for her first kill, proud for how much strength she displayed, how much ruthlessness. “Oh fuck, Matty,” whimpering moans leave her lips as his wrap around her perk nipples as he lays her down across the duvet. Her nails lightly drag along his back as his lips trail further down. His fingers hook into the elastic of her skirt and panties before dragging them down her legs at an aching speed. 

“Please, Matty, thought you were gonna show me how proud you were of me,” she juts her bottom lip out in a perfect pout as she spreads her legs to display her glistening cunt. Mattheo’s nearly growling at the site of her putting on a view for him. His hands trail back up her legs, thumbs massaging the plush of her inner thighs, “Oh, I’m very proud of you Princess. You did so well tonight. Now let’s see if you can keep that behavior up.” 

Birdie is only able to respond with a gasping moan as Mattheo flattened his tongue to lick a slow, tortuous stripe through her folds. His thumbs continue massaging her thighs as his mouth closes around her aching clit. Birdie’s hand shoots to his hair as her back arches off the bed, “Fu-uck, Matty, just like that.” Mattheo moaned into her cunt as she pulled at his curly locks, his erection aching against his trousers. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat as he sunk two fingers deep inside, curling and pumping and hitting that spot she needed most just right. Mattheo can feel her legs tremble as they tighten around his head, the action causing him to grind his hard on into the mattress. 

He lets her grind against his mouth and fingers, riding out her high before trailing kisses back up her body and capturing her lips on his own. He feels her small hand push against his broad shoulder until his back hits the mattress. She shifts, legs straddling his waist, her mouth never leaving his as her hands trailed down the divots of his abs to get to his belt. Mattheo can’t help the smile spread across his face as he mumbles against her lips, “Eager are we, pretty girl?” Birdie simply nods, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she crawls down, dragging his trousers and boxers with her. 

 Mattheo’s hand caught Birdie’s wrists with a smirk, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall quickly, “Aren’t I suppose to be taking care of you, Princess?” Birdie wears a sly smile, “You took care of me very well, Mr. Riddle. Why don’t you let me show you how much I appreciate you.” Mattheo laced his fingers through her hair, gripping tightly at the use of his surname. Birdie smiled at this, taking his cock in one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Mattheo’s head lulled back, eyes closing at the sensation of her small hand gripping him with just the right pressure. A growl of a moan left his throat as her tongue trailed wide and flat from the base of his cock until her lips wrapped around the head. 

He lifted his head, eyes trained on her mouth as she slowly filled her throat, using her hand with what couldn’t fit. “Bloody fucking hell, you look gorgeous like this, Princess,” Mattheo’s voice was low and possessive, eyes darkening with each bob of her head, each twist of her hand. He tried his best to keep his hips from bucking, wanting to allow her to move at her own pace. But the way her tongue trailed along his cock, flicking across the tip while her hand continued to work had Mattheo nearly going insane. With a slightly harsh pull, he lifted her head, her mouth leaving his cock but a trail of saliva still connecting the two. 

Birdie wore a slight pout on her lips. Mattheo grinned, cupping her cheek and using his thumb to swipe over her bottom lip, “Don’t be sad, pretty girl, you were doing such a good job for me. Almost too good, and I wanna finish inside that pretty pussy of yours, is that alright?” Mattheo pushed his thumb past her swollen lips, Birdie nodding as she sucked enthusiastically on his thumb. “Good girl.” Mattheo grips her neck gently, lips ghosting teasingly over hers as he guides her back to the mattress, “Be nice and loud for me, princess. I know you can do it.” 

Birdie opens her mouth to quip back but what comes out instead is a whimpering moan as Mattheo sinks his entire length into her dripping cunt. He could feel her body react to him, feel her walls contract around his length, her legs shake slightly at the force he applied with his first thrust. Birdie held onto him tight, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his hair and his face buried into the crook of her neck. Mattheo felt like he could stay like this forever, buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around him, hearing her moans and whimpers of pleasure. Pleasure he was giving her. 

Mattheo hooked her knees over his elbows, pushing her knees to her chest. The new angle made it feel like he was deeper, loud cries of pleasure falling from her lips. “That’s right, Princess, let it out. Tell the whole manor who makes you feel this good. Let the whole manor hear who owns you. Who owns you and this pussy, Princess?” Birdie’s head lulled back, eyes rolling as a near pornagraphic moan came out. Mattheo dropped a leg, hand catching her throat, “Eyes on me, pretty girl. I asked you a question.” 

Her mouth fell agape after a particularly hearty thrust before a smirk graces her features. “It’s you, fuck, Mattheo! Mattheo, Mattheo, Mattheo,” his name fell from her lips like a praised chant as her vision turned white with pleasure, her orgasm wracking her body. A small whine emitted from her as he pulled out, but she was quickly gasping again as Mattheo flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and sinking deep into her from behind. 

His hands dipped over her curves, up the muscles of her back, over her shoulders before clasping around the front of her throat. He used this leverage to fuck her harder, her previous orgasm making her oversensitive, her second one fast approaching. Mattheo could feel it, feel her cunt squeezing him harder, feel it trembling around his cock, “That’s it, that’s my good girl. Let go f’me, gimme one more so I can fill that pretty pussy up.” His words seemed to be all the permission her body was waiting for, her legs trembling beneath her as her second orgasm wracked through her.

Mattheo’s hands slid from her neck back down to her hips, gripping tightly as his thrusts became sloppy, “Fu-uuuck me, Princess, that’s it. Right. Fucking. There.” His last three words each punctuated by deep thrusts before he held his stuttering hips flush to hers, spilling his seed deep inside her still convulsing core. Mattheo pulled his cock out slowly, both he and Birdie making small gasps and whimpers at the disconnection. Mattheo laid down on the bed, pulling Birdie flush to his side, placing a long kiss to her temple. 

Birdie’s fingers trailed up and down his chest, occasionally dipping in the divots of his abdomen. His muscles seemed to twitch at the action, the slight ticklish nature making her smile, “You think they heard, hmm? Or was I not loud enough? Should I shout that you own me again?” She peered up at him, his arm not wrapped around her tucked behind his head as he looked down at her, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips, “Cheeky girl, ready for another round so soon hmm?” The hand wrapped around her gave her bum a light pinch causing a girlish squeal to leave her mouth as she attempted to shy away from his hands. 

This small play fight soon ended with a series of deep kisses before Mattheo stood from the bed, waving his wand over her, then him, cleaning them both up from earlier activities. Birdie settled in under the covers, tilting her head, “You going to join me?” Mattheo smiled, walking to her side of the bed as he pulled on his briefs, then a pair of slacks, “As much as I would love to, I have to have a quick meeting with the boys. Will you survive without me for a while, or will you soon perish?” Birdie giggled at his dramatics, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another quick but deep kiss, “I shall survive, but I’ll be ever so lonely.” She did her best impression of an old Hollywood movie star, falling back to the pillows with her eyes closed,  one hand on her heart and the other over her head. 

Mattheo couldn’t contain the boyish giggle that he let out, the next words falling from his mouth, something he never thought he’d say to another person, “Merlin, I love you.” Birdie’s eyes shot open, mouth open half in shock, half in a smile, “What did you just say?” Mattheo felt like his throat was closing, suddenly nervous and hot, palms sweaty as he wrung his hands together, “I, erm, I said I love you.” Mattheo didn’t expect the high pitch squeal, or for her to jump from the bed and into his arms, his hands quickly holding her still bare arse as she began assaulting his face and neck with kisses.

“You love me, huh? Like really love me?” Her voice was slightly muffled as her face was still smashing kisses all over the skin she could reach. He laughed again, “Yes, I love you. Really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, Birdie.” Birdie lifted her head then, the smile never leaving her face, “Well that’s good, Matty. Because I’m really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, too.” Mattheo dropped her onto the bed, crawling over her naked form and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hand trailed up her side, ghosting up the valley of her breasts before her hand caught his wrist, her other hand pushing him away slightly at his chest. A frown found it’s way to his features, but Birdie only smiled, “Go. Have your meeting with the boys, I’ll be here when you get back.” 

Mattheo gave her one last long kiss before grabbing a black dress shirt and shrugging it over his shoulders. Meeting in my office. Now, he relayed to the boys. Mattheo fitted his buttons together as he descended the stairs and down the hall to his office, walking through the open doors as he finished the last two before tucking his shirt into his trousers. Enzo gave Theo a pointed look, eyebrows wiggling as Mattheo shut the door behind him. “Theo, Enzo, did you do what I asked of you?” Both men stood straighter, Enzo responded, “Yes, boss. Everything’s taken care of.” Mattheo nodded, leaning against the front of his desk. 

“Is that all we’re here for, or is there more?” Draco wore a slightly annoyed look, but Mattheo was pretty sure his face was just stuck in a sneer. Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Excuse me, cousin. You can’t really blame me for making sure the biggest problem we’ve had over the last several months is officially gone. Let’s not forget what he did.” 

Draco huffed, crossing his arms, “I’m very aware of what happened. I’m the one that healed her lest you forget, cousin. She got her revenge, didn’t she? Or was Berkshire lying about our little birdie’s triumph.” Mattheo glared at his relative, “He wasn’t lying. I’m well aware she got her revenge, I was there. She was in my arms after it happened.” 

“Yeah and it sounded like you were in a couple things of hers afterwards, too,” Theo couldn’t help the slight snort that left his lips at Blaise’s quick response, soon causing the rest of the boys to erupt in boyish laughter and pushing Mattheo’s shoulders back and forth between them. “Alright, alright, enough mucking about,” Mattheo pushed his friends off him, the smirk he was wearing not easily hidden. “I actually brought you all in here for a purpose, yeah?”

The others settled down, all nodding. Mattheo grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, flipping through them quickly until he found the one he was looking for, “Right, I want to make sure that Damiano’s family isn’t a problem anymore. I know his closest goons are gone, thanks to Theo and Enzo,” the two mentioned boys each giving a curt nod, “and Damiano himself is effectively…nonexistent now thanks to Birdie.” 

Mattheo set the papers back down, now crossing his arms over his chest, “But what I want is absolute certainty they won't be a bother, whatever's left of them. We’ve also got two shipments to deal with later this week. Blaise,” Mattheo turned to the taller man, “you and Draco are going to handle that, a’right?” Blaise and Draco both nodded. 

“What about us? We’ll be able to double check on the Lombardi family and be back before the end of the week. What're we gonna be doing just sitting on our arses?” Enzo was grumbling like a school child, Theo equally pouting beside him. Mattheo held the bridge of his nose, reminding himself to take deep breaths and that Birdie would be incredibly tiffed if he punch her best friend in the nose just for annoying him. 

Thankfully there was a knock at the door briefly before it opened to reveal Pansy, a tan folder grasped in her slender hand. “I’m done with the interviews and I’ve chosen for the spot,” Pansy held the envelope out towards Mattheo who took it quickly, wanting any excuse not to answer Enzo’s whining. The others waited briefly as he scanned the file before shutting it and setting it on his desk. 

“Just your luck, Enzo, you and Theo get to stay at the club with me and Pansy next week.” The duo groaned slightly, Theo cursing in Italian under his breath. “Are you punishing us or something?” Enzo slumped in the chair behind him, his long arms hanging over the arm rests. Pansy smirked,, “Don’t pout Enz, you’ll be working. I need your skill of reading people.” The rest of the boys all looked between each other, their curiosity peaking with each passing moment. 

Mattheo rested his hands on either side of his hips on the desk as he leaned against it once more, “I need you and Theo at the club because I need you both to keep an eye on things, make sure things stay in order, nothing goes missing, and that who Pansy’s chosen minds their own and doesn’t push to know more than is necessary until we agree it’s necessary.” This piqued Theo’s interest, Enzo’s too, who was now sitting up straighter in the chair. Blaise was the only one bold enough to ask for more detail, “So we’ve got a new hire or something and you need Enzo’s elite body language understanding to double check everything before they officially have the job? Who’d you hire? Another bartender?” 

Pansy shook her head, a playful smile playing on her lips, “No, Birdie and Enzo have the bar covered. What we hired….is a new dancer.”

#protego series #mafia!slytherin boys #mafia!enzo Berkshire #mafia!blaise zabini #mafia!matheo riddle #mafia!draco malfoy #mafia!theo nott #Theo Nott #Enzo Berkshire #Draco Malfoy #Blaise Zabini #Mattheo riddle x reader #Mattheo riddle x you

[writingwithciara]

Broken Bond (Part 2) ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: will things lead where they want them to go?

word count: 3.4k

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

notes: i knew i was going to make a part 2 to broken bond when i finished writing the first part, but im glad so many people actually wanted another part to it. thank you to everyone who truly enjoys my writing. you guys are the reason i keep going ❤little bit of smut up ahead so beware

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Chris watched as y/n left his room. He thought about calling her back in but didn’t want to push his luck so he shut his mouth before anything came out.

y/n was on her way back to matt’s room when she stopped in the kitchen to take a moment to process what had just happened. chris was her best friend and she had just offered to ‘help him’ whenever he needed. what the hell just happened.

she entered matt’s room quietly and sat against his headboard. he turned to face her and opened his eyes.

“everything okay?”

“um, yeah. everything is perfect.” y/n settled below to covers and looked at her best friend. “did you know your brother stopped talking to me because i got boobs?”

“seriously? that’s why he stopped?” Matt chuckled. “that’s ridiculous.”

“you didn’t know?”

“no. he didn’t mention it.”

“why didn’t you ditch me too?”

“because i am not an idiot. i value our friendship. you and i, we are forever. there’s no backing out now.” matt smiled and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “now get some sleep, loser. we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“good night, matty b.” y/n turned away from him and closed her eyes. she knew he hated the name but she also knew she was the only one allowed to call him that.

the next morning, y/n woke up before matt so she climbed off the bed slowly and quietly. the sheet stuck to her and almost made her fall on her face but she caught herself before she made too much noise.

she put on the hoodie she had been wearing last night and headed out of the room. nick greeted her with a smile.

“good morning.”

“good morning. how was your night?”

“mine was good. and seeing as how you just came from matt’s room in pretty much nothing but his hoodie, i am gonna assume that you had a great night.”

“you know that matt and i aren’t like that, nicolas. it’s chris and it always has been. even if he hasn’t been talking to me for years.” y/n sighed.

“but you saw him...you know.” nick eyed her for a second. “that’s gotta be a step in the right direction, right?”

“if by ‘step in the right direction’ you mean ‘the most awkward thing ever’ then yeah. we’re on the right track again.” y/n faked enthusiasm and shot him the finger, which he happily returned.

matt came out of his room and stood behind y/n with his hands on her shoulders. “good morning.”

“morning, matty.”

“what’s on the agenda today?” nick asked.

“i was thinking we could spend the day brainstorming some new vlog and challenge ideas.”

“that’s the ‘big day’ you had planned?” y/n looked at him and smiled. “babe, you’re cute but that doesn’t seem like such a big day.”

“we can film something and get some food.”

“matt, your big days are not as big as you think they are.” nick just chuckled. “but i love the idea.”

“what part?”

“we can go for a drive, do some brainstorming, get some food and film.”

“we could also do a photo shoot. that could be fun.” y/n looked towards the stairs and waited for chris. “maybe chris will have an idea too.”

“the way i see it, we have a solid plan for the day.” nick smiled, finishing off his breakfast.

“alright then it’s settled.” matt turned y/n around so she was facing him. “want me to make you something for breakfast?”

“yes please.” y/n sat at the table with nick and they both watched as matt hurried around the kitchen to make food.

“so, are you ever gonna give me the full deets on what you saw when you caught chris?”

“there’s nothing new to tell. i accidentally walked in on him pleasuring himself but I didn’t see what he was using.”

“he could’ve been using his thoughts.” nick pondered for a moment. “oh, what if he was thinking of you?”

“nick, no. he wouldn’t be thinking of me that way.”

“actually, he might’ve been.” matt spoke up. “didn’t mean to eavesdrop but if you really think about it, this whole situation happened when nick and i were isolated so he had no choice but to talk to you again. and also if you think about it, he did stop talking to you initially because you got boobs. so suddenly talking to you again might have triggered that part of his brain, thus creating the need to pleasure himself when he was alone.”

“matt, babe, i never want to hear you say that ever again.”

“but it’s true though.” nick defended his brothers thoughts. y/n knew they were right but she was not about to tell them why.

“whatever. let’s just eat and then get shit done today.” she shook her and looked up just as chris emerged from around the corner. they locked eyes for a brief moment and chris was the first one to break it.

“what’s for breakfast?”

“well i already ate but matt just cooked some eggs and bacon for y/n. maybe he’ll make you some too.” nick smiled before going up to his room. chris looked at matt with a smile but before he could speak, matt shut it down.

“nope. not happening chris.”

“you’re so mean to me.” chris pouted, sitting across from y/n & engaging in an argument with matt. y/n watched them bicker and found pure joy when the argument changed topics rapidly. it was always one of her favorite moments between them.

an hour later, everyone got in the car and headed off to their local first destination.

y/n was in a chaotic mood so she decided to wear a pair of shorts that were nearly too short for her body and a top that left very little to the imagination. she knew it was going to drive chris crazy and part of her wanted him to suffer a little bit.

after getting some lunch and brainstorming, the group found themselves in a beautiful open field for a photo shoot. nick pulled his camera out of the backseat and followed matt out of the car. chris stayed in his seat while y/n made a move to get out.

“you coming or what?”

“yeah. uh, just give me a second. see you out there.” chris flashed her a smile and y/n knew her plan had worked.

“see you out there, christopher.” she whispered in his ear and climbed out of the car before he could react properly.

“where’s chris?”

“he’ll be out here in a minute. he got a phone call he wanted to answer.” y/n lied, not wanting to embarrass chris.

“okay cool. you wanna take a picture with matt while we wait?”

“sure thing.” y/n walked to where matt was standing and draped her arm on his shoulder. she cocked her head and gave him a goofy smile. he looked at her while running his hand through his hair & nick snapped the picture.

“wow. this is the best picture i have literally ever taken.”

“let me see.” y/n jogged over to him and glanced at the camera. “he’s right matt. we look hot.”

“of course we do.” matt smiled and took the camera from her hands. he quickly took a picture of y/n and showed her. “you’re the perfect subject of a photograph.”

“thanks matthew.” y/n hugged his waist and his arm went around her shoulders. chris watched from the car and knew he had to take this opportunity to join them.

“okay who wants the next photo?”

“i do.” chris appeared next to nick and smiled.

“okay. go stand over there.” nick directed his brother. y/n stood back and smiled at chris, causing his cheeks to turn a dark red. he smiled as nick took the picture. “it’s a really good photo. not as good as the picture of matt and y/n but still good.”

“maybe i should take one with him like i did with matt.” y/n suggested, causing chris to look at her with a confused expression. he didn’t think he could handle being that close to her.

“okay. go join him and pose you like did with matt.”

y/n walked up to chris with a smirk on her face. her hand rested on his upper arm gently. he looked down at her and bit his lip as she got closer. his gaze flicked down to her lips momentarily before locking back onto hers.

“if you get uncomfortable, you can tell me.” she whispered low enough for only him to hear. her free hand went around and grabbed the back of his neck lightly. they locked eyes and chris wanted to kiss her. but just before he could, nick took the picture and y/n walked away. chris swallowed and followed her reluctantly.

“wow. so there’s obvious chemistry here.” matt smiled, causing y/n to slap him.

“with him, never.” y/n looked at nick before looking over at chris.

he was looking at his feet, almost upset by what she said. but he had nobody to blame but himself so he looked up and sent her a small smile.

“so are these photos going to go on your account?” y/n looked over at matt this time.

“yeah but we don’t have to keep the ones with you in them, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“no it’s fine, matt. your fans already know i’m friends with you guys and i don’t want them to be the reason we stop hanging out.”

“we could never do that to you. you live with us, y/n/n. you’re a permanent fixture in our lives and we love it.” matt threw his arm around her shoulder and smiled. “let’s go take some more pictures.”

after a few more hours of goofing off and taking lots of pictures, matt and nick decided it was time to film another video. the boys climbed into the car while y/n hesitated outside.

“is it alright if i sit this one out?”

“are you kidding me? i am not letting you sit outside in the cold by yourself.” matt got out of his spot and walked over to her. “you’re going to be in this video. please be in it.”

“fine but i am not going to do another one for a while.”

“that’s fine.” matt smiled when y/n sat behind chris. the outfit she had on earlier was now covered by matt’s hoodie. matt had offered it to her when it started to get cold out & she thought it would keep chris’ eyes off her for the remainder of the night. but she was wrong. his eyes found hers through the rear view mirror and he smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was corrupting his thoughts yet again.

nick began the introduction to the video and as everyone groaned at the topic, he just laughed. for some reason, he was the only one of the triplets who knew what the topic was and so was y/n. they were doing another ‘this or that’ video but with a slight twist. y/n was supposed to be asking them the questions so she wouldn’t have to say her own answers.

they filmed for an hour and went off topic several times as chris dove into the logistics of why his choice was the best one.

by the time they all arrived back home, everyone was exhausted.

“good night everybody.” matt started heading towards his room before stopping in the hallway. “you coming in my room again tonight, y/n?”

“i think i’m gonna sleep in my own room for once.” the girl was rocking back and forth on her feet as matt disappeared in his room.

as y/n made a move towards her room, chris cleared his throat, causing y/n to turn towards him.

"aren't you going to say goodnight?"

"good point." y/n smirked and got closer, reaching up to whisper a low no in his ear before turning around and heading to her own room.

it was around 2:30 in the morning and chris was unable to sleep. he opened his phone and scrolled his album, hoping it would put him to sleep. before he could get started, a text flashed across his screen.

y/n🙊: [1 photo attachment]

chris was about to open the message when another one came through, followed by 2 more and a voice message.

y/n🙊: [1 photo attachment] y/n🙊: [1 photo attachment] y/n🙊: [1 voice message]

the second the images popped up on his screen, he immediately saved them to the album for later. he hesitated on clicking the play button on the voice message, leaving y/n on read.

y/n🙊: what? don't like what you see? 🙃 y/n🙊: i could come show you in person if the pictures don't do it for you 👀

chris didn't know how to respond so he left her on read again while he thought about what to do.

he reached his final decision and headed to his bedroom door. when he opened it, y/n was already standing out in the hallway in the sweatshirt she had on earlier.

he pulled her into his room and double checked to see if either of his brothers were somehow behind this. when he concluded they were nowhere around, he closed the door and turned to face y/n.

"you can't just send that shit, y/n." chris breathed deeply and looked down at her. a playful smirk was splayed across her face.

"what are you gonna do about it, chris?" y/n moved her hand up his chest and rested it at the back of his neck.

"you're playing a dangerous game here, y/n. you sure you wanna do this?"

"i came to play, christopher." y/n twirled a piece of his hair between her fingers and looked up at him. "are you ready for it?"

"fuck yeah." he picked her up with ease and kissed her roughly. she moaned into the kiss as chris carried her over to his bed. as he laid her down, his hands travelled down her body, exploring every inch of it.

neither of them could believe this was happening.

y/n broke the kiss momentarily to remove the hoodie, leaving her in only her underwear. the specific matching orange set she had sent chris a photo of not even 10 minutes ago. since orange was his favorite color, she figured it would drive him crazy. and she was right.

his eyes wandered over her body. something about it seemed foreign, even though he had seen her in something like this before.

chris began peppering kisses from her neck to the top of her breasts, each one a little more rough than the last. he silently asked for permission to remove the bra and when y/n nodded, he removed it slowly, being careful not to ruin it.

once her bare chest was exposed, y/n couldn't help but feel like she was suddenly under a microscope, remembering her boobs were the reason chris stopped talking to her before. she went to cover them but chris stopped her.

"don't cover up. you're perfect." he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck again, this time going lower and lower down her body.

each kiss felt like they were burning her skin but in a good way.

once chris reached her thighs, he couldn't get enough. one hand gripped her thigh roughly while the other hand went to her waistband. chris didn't hesitate to slide them down her legs when she started squirming. his jaw nearly hit the floor once she was completely naked.

"fuck, ma. you're so perfect." he placed delicate kisses on her thighs and everywhere around but the one place she needed him.

"chris."

"what is it? use your words baby." chris looked up at her with a smirk.

"i need you. use your fingers, your tongue, whatever. i just need to feel something inside me right now."

"as you wish." he quickly shoved 2 fingers into her folds. the more she squirmed at his touch, the more pressure he added.

she knew she was getting close but she wanted to hold out a while longer.

but that thought flew out the window when chris removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

"who made you this wet?" chris asked, taking a moment to admire the way she was coming undone. instead of answering his question, she grabbed his hair and pushed his head back to where she needed it. his tongue shot in and out at a rapid pace and it wasn't long until y/n felt her orgasm nearly explode all over chris' face.

"oh, fuck chris!" she grabbed at his bedsheets as she came on his tongue. the sensation of feeling chris licking her clean was almost enough to make her come again. but she didn't.

chris kissed back up her body and placed his lips to hers, making sure she knew how sweet she tasted.

y/n's hand went down to chris' sweatpants and she began to palm him through the thick fabric. he groaned into the kiss, causing y/n to smirk.

"you have some choices right now. if you keep doing that, i'm going to come in my pants. but if you stop before i do, then you can choose how it happens and when."

y/n just deepened the kiss and pulled his pants down swiftly. the boxers followed shortly after.

she climbed off the bed and got down on her knees, pulling chris to sit on the edge of the bed. within seconds, she had chris' dick in her mouth.

he tried hard to gain some control but y/n just picked up her pace. she was gagging but the pleasure was too high for either of them to care.

y/n sped up and for what she couldn't fit in her mouth, she used her hand. chris felt like he was on cloud 9 with the way she was making him feel.

just before he was able to feel his release, y/n pulled her mouth off him. chris was about to ask what was wrong but when her hand replaced her lips, it was like the breath had been taken out of him.

"holy fuck, y/n! fuck i'm gonna come." chris threw his head back before releasing his seed onto her hand.

as y/n worked to clean her hand off, her eyes never left chris'. they were engaged in an intense, yet oddly intimate, stare.

"fuck, you look so hot right now." chris let out a shaky breath, but smirked anyway.

"if you think i look hot now, wait until you see how hot i look with your dick buried deep inside me." she seductively whispered in his ear. causing his dick to twitch slightly. he picked her up again and placed her down on the bed.

"i bet you'll look hot as fuck when you take my dick like the good girl i know you are." chris wasted no time. he lined himself up and quickly pressed himself into her. they tried to muffle their moans in a kiss but it was too hot to contain.

"fuck chris."

"god you take me so well, baby." chris picked up the pace and before either of them knew what was going on, both of their orgasms were rapidly approaching.

as y/n came, chris was careful and coherent enough to pull out and release on her stomach.

they came down from their highs and stared at each other, neither one wanting to break eye contact.

chris was the first one to look away as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. he came back seconds later with a warm towel to clean her up with. when he was done, he threw it in the basket and laid down next to y/n.

"so, was that better than the pictures you have?" y/n smirked, knowing full well it was.

"oh definitely." he leaned over to kiss her and smiled. "can't touch the pictures. or kiss them." he placed a kiss to her chest and moved up her neck.

"well, you could kiss the pictures through your phone, but then you'd just be an average weirdo." she bit her lip when he stopped to give her a quizzical look.

"true but these kisses right here," he smirked and kissed her neck, then her breasts, then her lips. "these kisses are way better than a picture on a screen."

"fuck, chris." y/n bit his lip and found herself chasing the kiss as he pulled away.

"you're so perfect, baby." he looked at her. "i think i love you."

y/n froze at his words. sure they just shared the most intimate moment possible. but did he really mean it?

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[jesuschristmattyhealy]

you're the only one I want to see

to the anon who suggested this idea: I hope you know it has become a permanent installment of my before-bed-fantasy-dream-time. this is very much inspired by the Andrew/Amelia Golden Globe's interview, hence the title. thanks to @hereyeswerefilledwiththestars for the reader's interview theme I appreciate you bestie <33 hope you all enjoy comments and feedback is always appreciated. ilysm

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“I think you’re being summoned.” 

“Am I?” 

You watch in professional disbelief as Harry Styles turns in profile to find that, yes, his publicist is waving him onto the next interview. 

“Oh, yeah,” he pouts, “So sad, I was having such a good time chatting.” 

“Don’t worry,” you reply with an air of chumminess you can’t quite believe is coming across as effortless, “We’ll find a time soon, darling, I promise.” 

“They can’t keep us apart, I won’t let them,” he declares, “Keep up the good work.” 

“I’ll certainly try!” You call after his retreating back. As soon as he’s out of ear and eye shot you double over, wheezing to the camera man, “I can’t believe I just had a full conversation with him.” 

It’s the 2023 Britt Awards and British GQ has hired you as a representative for the red carpet, after your web series gained popularity and got you noticed by large publications across Europe and America. In a world where every interview has to have a schtick, yours is called “Two Drink Minimum,” a show where you invite celebrities out for at least two drinks and ask them increasingly more ridiculous questions as the night progresses. So far, you’ve hosted names such as Pedro Pascal, Bryce Dallas Howard and Jonathon Van Ness and in the new year, it seems like everyone’s publicist is in your inbox asking for a feature. Your career has led you to a lot of “pinch me” moments, but watching Harry Styles’ ever-sequined back sauntering away from you calls for a punch square in the face. 

Suddenly, a male voice pulls you from your star-struck stupor. 

“I was hoping you’d be here.” 

You start, spinning around to come face to face with the man who decorated both your high school bedroom and college dorm room, and your phone lockscreen for as long as you can remember having one. Matty Healy, wearing a dark green suit and an amused smile.

You press a hand to your chest, “You scared me-” 

Instinctively, he reaches for your forearm, “-oh no, I didn’t mean to scare you-” 

You grip the sleeve of his suit, hardly believing his real skin and bone is beneath it, “-you just materialized out of nowhere-” 

“-I was just so excited to see you, I couldn’t help myself.” He giggles — really giggles. 

You can feel your face heating up in spite of yourself, “Wha- excited to see me? Matty Healy please-” 

“No, really, ask the boys I’ve been dying to meet you.” 

The knowledge that the men of the 1975 have even mentioned your name, let alone had full conversations about you, is almost too much to handle. You search for a word, anything really, that might be appropriate. Your brain feels like hot pea soup. 

“And where is your… gang this evening?” 

His brow furrows, you immediately regret saying anything. Staring at him might’ve even been better. 

His lips turn up at the end, “Gang?-” 

You’re already explaining yourself, “I don’t know why I said that you’re-” 

He’s smiling full on now, like he knows something you don’t,“Yeah, there’s a name for what we are, love, it’s a-”

“- A band, I’m sorry it’s just that I’ve been talking to Harry Styles and I’ve lost all cognitive ability,” you joke, gesturing wildly at your forehead.

He rolls his eyes, the smile becomes a smirk, “Oh that’s it, is it, you’re still thinking about him? Should I leave, should I go find him for you?” He points his thumb behind him, already turning to go. 

You reach for his arm again, giggling at his sarcasm, “No, no, Matty that’s not what I meant-” 

“- No it’s alright, I don’t want to stand in the way of true love.” He waves one hand at you, the other loosely holds your finger tips.

“No, honestly what it is is that I’m actually getting really nervous around you but I was embarrassed so I used Harry as a cover,” Truer words had never been spoken. 

He’s nodding, a single strand of hair tickling his eyebrows,“Oh, there’s the backpedal, no it’s alright the damage is done, I see where I stand. Just England’s second best male pop star, that’s alright.” 

You whistle through your teeth, donning a jokingly skeptical look,“I don’t know, I feel like Ed Sheeran might have that title.” 

His mouth actually falls open at that,“Ed Shee- right I’m leaving, you’ve slandered me for the last time-” 

You’re laughing now, the nerves have gone. It feels like you’ve been old friends forever,“No! Matty, don’t give up on us-” 

He shakes his head, looking away from you into the crowd, “-after I was so kind and complimentary to you-” 

“- you’re right I’m the worst, I’m awful-” 

“-telling you how excited I was to see you, practically baring my soul-” 

“- please come back, let’s talk about this!” 

“Ok, fine you’ve convinced me.” He circles back to you, clasping his hands in front of him. His eyes make a trail from your eyes to your mouth to your necklace back to your eyes. If you weren’t blushing before you certainly are now. 

You take a deep breath, “Ok, now you were telling me where your band is.” 

“Yeah, they’re queueing at the Glam Bot.” 

“Oh, is there a line?” 

“Yeah, it’s ages long too, I couldn’t stand there any longer. George is gonna text me when we’re up.” 

“Do you have your pose planned?” You ask. 

“No, and I’ll tell you what we should probably figure that out because that thing is proper intimidating.” 

“Yeah, it comes at you awfully fast doesn’t it?”  

“Yes! It’s so fast, I get nervous just watching it.” 

“Matty Healy? Afraid of a robot?” 

He frowns with his whole face, leaning backwards,“No, no, I’m not. I’m a big guy, I don’t get scared-” 

You roll your eyes, laughing through your nose,“That’s right I forgot, forgive me.” 

“-It’s fine, just try to remember next time,” He winks at you, just barely so much so you think you might have imagined it, “No, I’m mostly just scared that I’ll blink or something stupid.” 

You make a noise of agreement, “Do you want to practice not blinking?” 

He bites his lip in thought,“How would we do that, exactly?” 

“Easy, we’ll just have a staring contest.” 

“Oh yeah, okay .” 

You square off, each of you closing your eyes in preparation. 

“Ok,” you say, “Counting us down. Three, two, one, go.” 

You open your eyes and are immediately met with his stare, dark amber, autumn leaves and the forest at sunrise, maple and mahogany. Your breath catches in your throat. He’s smirking at you again, as if he can read your thoughts. You try to think about neutral things, dogs, going to the grocery store tomorrow, how much your feet hurt right now, just in case he can. 

“My eyes hurt already,” You whisper. 

He doesn’t say anything, just hums something under his breath. It all feels strangely intimate, all these people in the room and he’s staring at you like you’re the first person he’s ever seen in his life. An idea washes over you suddenly. He’s rocking back and forth slightly on his heels. Just as he moves forward, you lift your hand and snap your fingers in front of his nose. He blinks immediately. 

“Ha! You blinked!” 

“That’s cheating!” He’s indignant, his Northern accent evident. 

“It’s not cheating, I’m just preparing you!” You laugh as he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“This is so unfair,” he rubs his dry eyes with the heel of his palm. 

You pout sarcastically at him. “I’m so sorry, I hope someday you can forgive me.” 

“It might take a while,” He wrinkles his nose at you, then is distracted by his phone lighting up i his pocket, “Oh, George is demanding I come back now.” 

Your stomach falls slightly, “Yes, go back to your-” 

“Gang?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“-exactly.”

He touches your arm again, the skin tingles, “So sorry to leave you, I feel like that was probably the most worthless interview you’ve done all night-” 

You laugh. 

“Not like that it was bad, I just feel like I didn’t give you anything whatsoever.” 

You place your hand over your heart, “Don’t worry, it was very impactful to me.” 

“Ok, well that’s all that matters,” He’s inching away, lingering slightly, “Maybe we uh… maybe we can have a redo on your show.” 

You hum agreement, “Now there’s an idea, Healy.” 

“I have good ones sometimes.” He shrugs, thumbs in his pockets. 

“I’ll have my people get in touch with your people,” You say, and before you can stop yourself, shoot him a pair of finger guns. 

He’s almost turned away, but does a double take, laughing, “Did you just finger gun me?” 

“Pretend that didn’t happen.” 

“Sure. I’ll see you in there.” 

He walks away, giggling still, looking over his shoulder at you. You retreat to the bathroom to call your roommate in hysterics. 

#matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #im very excited abt this one I must say #hope you all enjoy !!! #mayhaps there is a part two being thunk

[harlowhockeystick]

“you’re giving me those fuck eyes again” with matthew tkachuk please? congrats on 2k!!

contains: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, fem reader, sexual language, annoying bf matthew | matthew tkachuk x reader | j's 2k celly (reqs closed)

"matthew, stop looking at me like that." you stated, pouring yourself a drink at the mini bar. you were determined to get through the night without having matthew pull you into a dark hallway or some closet.

every single time you've gone to any event where you've worn any sort of dress, or dressed nice for any occasion, mattew couldn't go more than two hours without doing something. at his cousins wedding he pulled you into the family bathroom to bend you over the counter, at a charity event he took you back out to the car early to have you on top of him in the backseat.

and now here you are, at your friends wedding, and he has been trying all night. but, all night, you've managed to slip out of his grip just in time. and he was getting irritable. "you're giving me those fuck me eyes again."

"well you're wearing the fuck me dress, again." he commented back, watching you mix two alcohols together that he knew made you loose. "please just gimme ten minutes- five minutes. then i'll be good til we get home."

you took a sip of your drink, looking up at him, batting your eyelashes, "no." then walked away.

but he followed after you, trying not to look like he was about to rip the dress off of you in front of everyone there. god he couldn't stand it, you looking so hot and not letting him do a single thing about it.

he made sure to catch you when you hadn't gotten around anyone yet, he didn't want anybody to hear what he wanted to do to you. although, he didn't mind them hearing while he was doing it.

"cmon baby, please? just...fuck you in this dress...you know what it does to me. you know how i feel when you wear it. you make me wanna get on my knees for you and stay there, and it makes me wanna just fuckin ruin you, baby." you inhaled deeply and kept eye contact. his eyes were getting darker and more desperate.

but like him, you liked to win. he had a hard time letting you do that.

"you can wait one more hour, can't you matty?"

#my asks #j's writing #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #j's 2k celly #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl smut #18+

[toomuchracket]

thinking about d word matty surprising girlie with a beach vacation to escape the january london hell weather…. homemade sangria, reading hot girl books by the pool until matty inevitably gets bored so u go skinny dipping to shut him up… thoughts 🤔

it's like you knew i was just about to post that i'm absolutely fucking freezing... the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table on your laptops, your teeth audibly chattering despite the heating being on, and matty's like "babe can you look at this for me? and tell me yes or no?" - you agree, he slides the laptop over, and you see he's on the website for a really nice villa in tenerife, hovering over booking it for check-in in two days' time. you look at him like "serious?", and he nods, and you just BEAM and say "yes. please!" so he books it then and there lol. you cheer when the confirmation for the villa and the flights comes through, and matty laughs and tugs you onto his lap for a hug; you kiss his cheek and say "thank you. m'excited. and looking forward to being warm", and he's like "warm enough to go in the pool and everything". at that, you go "oh!" and stand up, tugging matty behind you like "c'mon" - he's like "whoa babe where's the fire? what are we even doing?", and you smile like "picking out bikinis and swimsuits for me to pack". matty blinks, then scoops you up and speeds towards your bedroom like "ok yeah the haste is necessary" lol, and the next hour is just you torturing him by trying on all your swimwear and not letting him touch you (but you make it up to him. and thank him for treating you to a holiday lmao). anyway, the flight out is good, and the villa is gorgeous - so private, with a hot tub and a massive pool - and once you unpack you go for a little drive for some dinner and to do some food shopping. matty looks at you questioningly when you add two full boxes of wine into the trolley, but he giggles when you're like "what? i want to make sangria"; that's the first thing you do when you get back to the villa, and when matty tries it he's like "fuck me that is LETHAL. but it's good" lol. so yeah, you just get a bit tipsy and make out in the living room that night, and when you wake up feeling a bit tender the next morning you decide to just recover by the pool - matty sleeps it off (you periodically spray him with spf so he doesn't burn lmfao), and you drape yourself over the sun lounger and read your eliza clark book and have a smoke. you're lying on your stomach when matty wakes up, and he moves his lounger next to yours so he can rest his head on your ass with a contented sigh, and you just giggle and say "comfy?" but continue to read your book; he starts kissing and rubbing your bare skin, hoping to get a reaction out of you, but you just hum and say "feels nice" and keep reading. it isn't until he's fully straddling the back of your thighs, kissing up your spine, and sliding his hands under your bikini top to hold your tits that you put the bookmark in the book and lay it on the ground - you're like "you want my attention?", and matty's in your ear like "yeah, m'bored, wanna spend time with you", and you're like "alright. let me stand up, then". matty obliges, shuffling to sit on your lounger, and he smiles when you stretch and reach around to undo the tie keeping your top on like "fuck, baby, you're so hot"; his jaw drops when you undo the ties on your bottoms and jump into the pool, but he grins again when you beckon him over with your index finger and a wink. you laugh when he cannonballs into the water, and the two of you have a little kiss, which turns into a makeout session, which turns into - you guessed it - pool sex. and that's basically the itinerary for the rest of your week away: riling matty up by wearing exclusively swimwear (he's like "these bikinis are so easy to take off god i wish you could wear them all the time", and you're like "yeah but we'd get nothing done except each other lol"), and fucking until you're exhausted. basically, the perfect holiday <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #d word matty

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Hi I have a Matt x reader x Frank castle smut request. Matt tells Frank what he does to you after his patrol, how he spoils you with his tongue, how tight you are and how good your pu$$y tastes. Matt takes Frank to your home and the 3 of you have fun together.

I've put a slightly different spin on this and sorry it's taken so long Nonnie!

|| Vacancy ||

Female reader x Frank Castle x Kingpin!Matt Murdock

w/c: 3200

Tags/warnings: When you want something Matt won't hesitate to give it to you. Two guys one girl, bit of oral, unprotected p in v, p in a, creampie. Thank you to @albatrossandivys for the moodboard! 😘 Teeheehee, this was fun to write!

"You got a good reason why you're so fuckin' late, Red?" Frank grumbles as Matt Murdock strides up to him at the bar.

Matt just smiles, he looks ridiculous in that red suit, matching fucking red-tinted glasses and stupidly quaffed hair. He makes a show of licking his lips.

"Yeah, and I can still taste her." He replies.

Frank shakes his head. "Christ… you planning on sharing the details of your sex life every time we meet?"

Matt shrugs and smirks. "Dunno, you just always seem… interested."

There's a silence for a while before Matt starts up again and Frank reluctantly resigns himself to it.

"Sometimes that's all she wants, my mouth between her thighs all night long. God, she tastes so fucking good Frank, and the sounds she makes…" He bites down on his lip for emphasis.

Frank shifts slightly, something that Matt doesn't miss. He leans in closer to him, his voice low in that fucking growly 'devil of hell's kitchen' way as he keeps on going, knowing how much it's riling Frank up.

"Sometimes she begs, when I'm fucking her, begs for more. You know, your name came up the other night." Matt tells him, so casually Frank wasn't sure he heard him right.

"My name came up?"

"Yeah. When we were fucking." He adds nonchalantly.

"Wh-when you were fucking…" Frank repeats with incredulity. "'course it did."

"Asked her if she thought she'd be able to handle you."

Frank almost chokes on his own spit.

"She acts all sweet and shy but she can't lie to me. Her cunt gripped my cock like a vice when I said your name, Frank. She wants you."

"Uh…"

"And anything my lady wants, you know I do all I can to make certain she gets. If you were to do this for me, I'll owe you one. So what do you say, Castle?"

Frank swallows and absently checks that the safety's on his handgun, his hands urgently in need of something to do. "Murdock, what the hell are you askin' me?"

"God, you can be so fucking dumb sometimes." Matt grins, shaking his head as he takes a sip of the whiskey the barman has put down for him. "Would you please, fuck my wife?"

Frank looks at him blankly and then sighs, staring out the window at the flashing lights and sirens of the night. "Jesus…"

He'd met you briefly a couple of times when Matt had brought him back to his place when he got a little more banged up than usual. You had helped stitch them both up and you tended to like doing it while wearing the skimpiest little outfits.

Frank scratches his stubbled chin while he acts like he's seriously mulling it over. "Is this some entrapment shit or somethin'?"

Matt just grins. "No, it's not. But I will be there of course, 'case you try to steal her away."

"Well alright, if that's what she wants. But if I'm gonna take care of her I'm doin' it my way."

Matt claps him on the back of his shoulder, pleased with his decision. "Attaboy!"

.

You're surprised but not shocked when you open the penthouse door to see Frank standing there in a sharp suit with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand. Matty had told you to dress up for dinner and that he had a gift for you. You just thought that the gift would be a 'thing', not a person, and least of all Matt's friend, the man you admittedly had a bit of a 'thing' for.

"Hey." He says in an adorably gruff way in greeting.

"Frankie." You smile sweetly, accepting the flowers from him. "This is, unexpected… but nice, thank you."

He clears his throat as he's taking you in. You were wearing a beautiful long dress with a plunging neckline and side split, the soft fabric skimming over your curves. "Uh yeah. You look gorgeous."

"Oh Frank, thank you, and I swear I've never seen you looking so…" So fucking good in that suit, you think. The jacket broad at his shoulders and tapering in to his narrow waist, the tailored pants hugging around his huge thighs… You have to restrain yourself from wanting to rip him right out of it in that instant. Instead, you hum as you pop the flowers in an empty vase near the door and take his offered hand. "Shall we?"

He takes you for an Italian meal, it's delicious and in such an intimate setting. Frank is a perfect gentleman throughout, but as the evening goes on you start to let your touches linger on his arm, and under the table, on his thick muscular thighs.

When he doesn't reciprocate you know it's because he's terrified of Matt. You find the whole situation hilarious, the Big Bad Punisher shitting himself because you, the Kingpin's wife wanted to fuck him.

You finally take the initiative and his hand from its resting place on his knee. "You're allowed to touch me, Frank."

He takes a large sip of wine and nods as you lean closer to him, the plump valley of your breasts right in his eyeline.

"So touch me." You purr as you guide his free hand and fingers between your legs to graze the intricate lace of the exquisitely beautiful lingerie set that Matt had bought you especially for tonight.

"Shit." Frank curses under his breath when you spread your legs wider and pull your panties to the side. He can feel your hot wet cunt right on his fingertips, it'd be so fucking easy just to…

"Bella, your dessert. Please enjoy!"

Frank barely stops himself from jolting and flipping the fucking table over as the waiter places your tiramisu down in front of you. You thank him, smiling so sweetly and telling him just how delicious it looks before taking a spoonful and moaning at the taste licking the cream from your lips as you shift your hips forward and the pad of Frank's finger glides over your clit.

The waiter looks pleased. "So glad you find it to your satisfaction!"

You take another bite, urging Frank to keep going. "Mmm, it's soooo good Frankie, would you like a taste?"

His cock has been squeezed tight to the inside of his thigh in these damn pants all night with the way you'd been acting, and now you had him fingering you in a restaurant like it was nothing. It takes every bit of his military training to remain still.

"I'll, uh, get somethin' later, when we get home." he grits out. You were something else.

"Just a lil taste? C'mon Frankie, don't be shy. You can use your fingers…"

Frank can help but relent, swiping his index finger through your slick folds and pushing inside your tight entrance. His cock twitches as you let out a tiny whimper of pleasure as he strokes back and forth before bringing his hand back above the table cloth, gathering a dollop of cream from your plate before he sucks and licks it off along with your juices from his fingers.

"Check please!" He almost yells and you just laugh.

The car journey back to your penthouse was an event itself. You instruct the driver to put up the privacy screen, so you could finally get your manicured hands on Frank's rather sizable package, squeezing and rubbing him through his suit pants so much that he was almost tearing right through them.

"Jesus Christ, Red wasn't screwing around when he told me about you."

"Hmm, or me about you Frankie. I don't know if I can take all of that…" you whine as you cup his bulge, nipping at his scruffy jaw with your teeth.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're gonna be the end of me." He runs his big paw-like hand over your breast, gently squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over the nipple through the fabric of your dress making your breath hitch. "So what's the deal anyways, the hot shot lawyer not doin' it for you anymore?"

"Oh he does it for me enough Frank. A girl just gets a lil greedy sometimes…" you grin and pull him out of the plush town car and into your even plusher building, your mouth on his all the way up in the elevator to where Matt is waiting for you both.

He's reclined on the huge leather couch, tie hanging loose around his neck with a whiskey tumbler in hand as you drag your new toy through the door.

"Hey kids! I know you had fun tonight, I can smell it." He drawls, taking a sip of whiskey before he gets to his feet. "Did you take care of my darling girl, Castle?"

Frank flushes red. "Think she's the one takin' care o' me Murdock."

You pull Frank with you as you wind yourself around Matt, tasting the booze on his lips as you kiss him. "Get my zipper for me, Mister Castle?" You plead, and Matt nods at him before Frank moves to slide the zip of your dress slowly all the way down from your nape to the small of your back. His fingers brush over the thin waistband of your underwear and you hum, shimmying free of your dress and unhooking your bra. The fabric pools down at your feet leaving you naked except for your panties. You turn around and Frank is left drinking you up with his eyes.

"Time for bed I think, don't you?" Matt says, and Frank nods as he watches your hips swing as you walk towards the huge bed on the other side of the room. You slide your knickers down your legs, bending over and giving Frank an eyeful of your bare ass and everything else before kicking off your heels and making yourself comfortable on the bed. Matt's already shirtless and following, snapping his belt free of the loops, his red tie dangling from the fingers of his other hand. "Did you have some dessert?"

Frank's tongue peaks out from between his lips as he catches the faint remainder of your taste. "A little, yeah."

Matt grins twirling the tie. "Such a sweet perfect pussy, could eat her all night long." he muses. "But, sometimes she gets wild, much safer to restrain her."

"Hey!" You huff in mock protest.

Frank slowly unbuttons his jacket, aware that you're watching his every move. "S'that so?" He replies, carefully rolling up his shirt sleeves and prowling towards you. You give him a satisfied smile as you know he's gaining more confidence with you. Matt scootches you up the bed, wrapping the silk tie skillfully around your wrists and knotting it through the bedrail. You squirm and nod, more than ready for what's to come.

"I know how much of a fucking tease she can be. So go ahead, get her back." Matt instructs, and now that Frank's in this situation with the memory of what happened in the restaurant he doesn't think twice, crawling onto the bed, curling his huge hands around your thighs to spread your legs apart.

Rough fingertips trace your soft skin and it makes you shiver, feeling the touch of someone who's not Matt is a definite thrill. You bite down on your lip, chest heaving as your body yearns for him to touch and taste, to play with and penetrate you. All while your Kingpin is happy to sit on the sidelines and conduct the proceedings.

You both moan long and loud as Frank finally dives forward, pulling your hips towards his mouth, his tongue licking you from hole to clit in one strong committed swipe. He holds you firmly and you purr, writhing and bucking your hips as he alternates such soft swirling teasing with fucking his tongue deep in and out of your aching cunt, over and over again. You're so responsive and he feels you strain and pull at your husband's tie holding you captive as he laps at your clit until you can't do anything but beg for his cock.

"Is he that good, baby?" Matt softly questions, "Not better than me surely?"

You can only mewl in answer as Frank rises to that challenge, ending you in a moaning, panting mess as he makes you come on his lips. When he surfaces his mouth and chin is shining, covered with your arousal. Matt sidles up to him, his hand sliding around the back of Frank's thick neck pulling him close as he unashamedly licks the taste of you from his swollen lips. Frank can't think or respond as Matt's dexterous fingers start to unbutton his shirt, so drunk on you. You watch hungrily as he easily flips him onto his back and removes his shoes and pants while he's so distracted. His pupils are blown full and black as Matt's slender fingers trail teasingly down the deep cut lines of his muscles and Frank grunts, jolting as Matt's hand continues down to palm his thick cock through his shorts.

"What the fuck Murdock?"

Matt flashes his teeth in a devilish grin as he gives him a squeeze. "Just curious. Come on big boy, don't keep her waiting."

You're laughing breathlessly at their interactions but the anticipation of what will happen next has you feeling a little nervous too as Frank grunts and turns back around, all of his focus on you.

"Let her loose." He growls, gaze burning right through you.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." You tut at Matt, stealing several hot, wet kisses from him as he untethers you. Then you're free, launching yourself at Frank, taking him by surprise and pinning his massive bulk to the bed. His hands run lightly up your sides, as your own scratch with your nails over his broad pectorals, your mouth quickly following their path, tasting his scarred skin. He hisses as you work your way down his hard body reaching the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down and releasing his heavy cock, the hunger in your eyes unmistakable as they land on it.

You tease with light kisses up his thick length to the tip where you flick out your tongue to taste, and the salty musk of him has your clenching around nothing as he leaks onto your tongue with a rough gasp.

"Yeah, she'll do that to ya." Matt muses as he observes.

You've been slick and ready since the restaurant, to hell with waiting any longer you think, crawling up his muscular form, straddling his hips and grinding your wet pussy along his length so he knows how much you want him and besides, Matty said you could have him after all. When you move back you tilt your pelvis, catching his tip at your entrance and lowering yourself down to force the fat head of his cock inside.

Frank groans and you cry out as you try to keep sinking down on him.

"Fuck baby, take it easy, okay?"

You're so fucking tight and hot and he's barely inside you.

Matt chuckles from his comfortable seat near the bed. "That what you wanted, Princess? Another cock to stuff you full?"

Frank's thumbs circle on your skin as he holds onto your hips, guiding you as you take another inch, you're whimpering as he's splitting you open. You're a fucking dream and his cock throbs as you keep going, you're squeezing him so tightly he has to think about something else, anything else or he's never gonna last.

"Doesn't she feel just sublime, Castle?"

You grab onto his wrist, moving his hand to the juncture of your thighs and encouraging him to pay attention to the already swollen bundle of nerves there, praying that the feeling will relax your body so you can take him all.

"Damn, so fuckin' tight…"

He keeps moving slowly, carefully, smoothing his free hand up your body, caressing you as he's finally buried in you to the hilt.

"Yeah, attagirl, there you go…" Frank soothes, watching your mouth drop open as he pumps his hips up a couple of times. He can't believe his luck.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you feel so full already, and when you feel the mattress dip as Matt positions himself behind you and between Frank's legs, you just about lose your mind.

"Are you ready for me now, sweetheart?"

You sob with desperation at Matt's question, whimpering yet again as he teases around the only other place he can go, very gently circling and pushing his already lubricated finger past the tight ring of your ass.

"C'mon, you wanted this. Didn't you baby?" He purrs at you with an edge of sarcasm, and as soon as he feels you relax he adds another digit, loosening you up so you can take the girth of his dick. One hand slides around your neck and the other braces around your waist as he lines himself up and slowly sinks inside you. It burns but he's right, it's everything you want.

"Mm- y-yes Matt!" You cry out at the overwhelming combination of them both, dancing on the threshold of pain and pleasure.

"Yeah, there's my greedy girl. Look at her Frank, cockdrunk already."

You're at the mercy of two men who want nothing more than to satisfy you, stuffed beyond comprehension.

"Move." Matt growls at Frank over your shoulder, clipped moans tumbling from your lips as they both start to fuck you in perfect syncrony. Frank's hands get a firm hold of your hips, your breasts bouncing as he pistons hard up into you. You whine, you plead, you beg, and you don't even know why because they're already giving you everything.

It doesn't take long until Frank can feel your pussy begin to flutter, you're about to come undone, and his balls draw up tight, dripping with your slick as he stuffs himself inside your perfect cunt over and over.

"Goddamn… I'm close sweetheart, real fucking close. W-where d'you want me to-"

"Fill her right up Frank," Matt growls low, "fuck it right into her like the spoiled little cumslut wants." He reaches around and squeezes your nipples hard between his fingers.

You cry pathetically at Matt's filthy words, but he knows that it makes you weak, gets you off.

"Oh sorry, was that too much kitten?" He smirks as he keeps pounding against your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh reminding you that you're his. He's not going to last long either with the way you're taking them.

"Mm! Ohh!"

"Good girl, fuck, yeah, just like that, just-like-that…" Frank suddenly roars as he spills first, thrusting deep in you with a grunt as you squeeze and clench around them, Matt following and groaning loud soon after as you're coming so hard you can't see and your head's completely empty of any thought other than how much you want them both.

As you come back down to earth Matt's breathy voice reaches your ears. "Honey, sweetie, darling, you okay?" you feel the light soothing touch of his hands running over your skin and slowly open your eyes.

"Mmm." You hum, looking up at both men as they're gently cleaning you up.

Matt smiles at you, kisses your forehead and turns to Frank. "You did real good, Castle. Don't think I've ever seen her this wrecked before. I'm thinking maybe you should stick around, help keep my angel satisfied when things get hectic around here."

At your insistence Frank leans down and you kiss him slow, lingering as you drag his bottom lip between your teeth.

"Think you'd want that job Frankie?" You ask him hopefully. "Because it sounds like a vacancy has just opened up."

After what just happened Frank finds it extremely difficult to say no.

#matt murdock x frank castle x reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #matt murdock smut #frank castle x female reader