#bewareeee

“Matty?” you shout into the empty rooms of the house, the only response you get is the echo of your voice back. As you climb up the stairs you subconsciously rest your hand on your stomach, feeling your baby flutter at the contact. Being 5 months pregnant meant you felt massive, but realistically you had only really “popped” a few days ago, much to Matty’s joy. 

Every spare second he has with you, his hand rests on your stomach, Annie is the same whenever she's with the two of you. Most nights recently have ended with Annie fast asleep resting on your bump, and Matty snoring next to you with his hand placed right next to her head. You always stayed awake, as it seemed that whenever you even thought about closing your eyes, baby Healy took that as a message to start moving and keeping you awake.

You reach the top of the stairs, but before you shout his name once again, you hear the familiar sound of running water and realise your boyfriend must still be in the shower. Part of your brain is screaming at you to sneak in there with him, and whilst you're sure he would love that, you decide to just sit on the bed and wait instead. 

Your whole life, you'd heard how crazy pregnancy hormones were, and you smiled and nodded your head as if you understood, but you now realise you had no idea. The first trimester was mostly morning sickness and feeling nauseous even at the smell of coffee, but so far, the second is having a very different effect on you.

Most notably, your insatiable horniness when it comes to matty. Don’t get it wrong, you always wanted to fuck him, that much was clear by the pregnancy itself, but recently it's borderline all you can think about. 

Needless to say, those thoughts were not helped when he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist, and his facial hair shaved once again in the mustache you'd recently been missing.

When Matty had first shaved his curls off, your initial reaction was pain followed by intense longing for them back, but after a few months, it had been starting to grow on you. You missed having something to pull at, but you had to admit, at certain (most) angles, he looked good.

Despite it being impossible, Matty would swear the hormones were affecting him, too. Seeing you pregnant with his child has unlocked some sort of primal instinct in his head that he can't turn off. All he wants to do is touch you. And Matty could tell from the way your eyes graze his body and the goosebumps growing over your skin that you want the exact same thing. The combination of his half-naked body, the new facial hair, and your pregnancy hormones was making it hard for you to hide any of the thoughts racing through your mind

“Hey baby, you have a good day?” Matty asks as he walks over to you, slotting himself between your open legs and bending down to press a peck to your lips. The feeling of his rough hair brushing over your top lip immediately makes you moan, and you can't stop yourself from wrapping your hands around Matty's neck and holding him against your lips.

He melts into your hold quickly, moving his hands to rest on your cheeks as your kiss becomes more desperate with the second, needy moans whimpered against closed lips and tongues pressing their way into mouths.

You whimper in disappointment as Matty drags his lips away from yours, but any complaints you may have had fall from your head as he drops to his knees in front of you. Dragging your legs onto his shoulders and winking at you before slowly pulling your panties off and moving his way up your legs.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? Gotta make my girl feel so good” Matty whispers against your skin, kissing his way up your thighs. His honey-brown eyes hold contact with you, you fight to keep your eyes open, but the second he blows a puff of air over your cunt, you close them and let your head fall backwards into the pile of pillows surrounding you. The sheets below you wrinkle as you arch your back against the bed, desperately trying to feel Matty's mouth on you.

He stays between your legs occasionally blowing puffs of mean air and watching you writhe at the feeling, “shit- matty, please. Put your mouth on me so bad I need it. Please, I can't- oh fuck.” The second Matty’s lips are on you, you feel your whole body shake at the contact. His lips wrap around your clit, suctioning hard and teasing the bud with his tongue.

Matty savours the way you react to his touch, feeling himself growing hard as he studies your every reaction. Seeing your shirt ride up as you tremble below him is driving Matty insane, all he wants to do is burrow himself inside you and fuck you until you’re drooling. But watching the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when his lips suction around your clit is too delicious to stop, his every sense is overwhelmed by you.

“Taste so fucking good sweetheart, fucking made for me aren’t you?” Matty mumbles against your core, unable to pull himself away for even a second. The tremor of his voice vibrates through you, and your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re gripping the sheets below you.

You desperately suck in a breath as Matty dips his tongue inside you, burrowing himself between your legs and smirking into you as your thighs clamp his head in place. The hairs of his mustache brush over your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. 

A flush covers your skin as your heart races in your chest. The rough graze of his facial hair against your thighs is no doubt leaving burns in its wake. Images of you feeling that same burn every time something brushes your skin rush through your mind and make you gasp. Without thinking, you move your hand to the back of Matty’s head, holding him tighter against you.

Matty devours your cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he pulls you impossibly closer. Juices drip down his chin like the juice of a peach falling down his face, decorating his chin and bare chest with your slick. 

His eyes roll into the back of his head at the taste of you, moaning into your core as he consumes you, lust swirling around in his already hazy head. Time dripped like honey when Matty was between your thighs. He treats every second as if it's the last time he’ll get to taste you.

“So fucking pretty f’me, fuck I’ll never get tired of being between your thighs, could fucking live here, can never get enough of you. You'd love that wouldn't you, princess? Always fucking needy for me, my girl.”

You grab one of his hands and unhook it from your thighs, guiding it up to your chest with a sly smile. Matty's fingers brush against your pebbled skin without a second thought, your body involuntarily arching into his touch. Desperate pants fall from your lips, mixing with garbled moans as Matty twists your nipples between his calloused fingertips.

“You want me to play with your tits angel? Make you feel really good for me, yeah?” Matty whispers into your skin, pulling away from your cunt for just a few seconds, pressing kisses to your thighs and spreading your wetness over your skin in the shape of his lips.

The feeling of sweet release pools at the bottom of your spine, licking up your body as Matty works his mouth over you. He can't bring himself to pull away from your skin again, sucking in breaths for a few seconds as he moves between your clit and your entrance, the rhythmic stroke of his tongue making the ache between your thighs grow almost painful as you teetered on the edge of that all-consuming feeling.

Finally, pleasure bloomed inside of you, your hips stuttering as the buzz of bliss bubbles under your skin. Matty's mouth worked against you and dragged every second of pleasure on for what felt like minutes, shockwaves gripping your body when his nose brushed over your sensitive clit.

Your chest heaves as the aftershocks finally die down, Matty pulling away from you and standing up on shaky legs. Eventually, you manage to force your eyes open, looking at Matty’s face with a smirk. His mustache was wet with your release, the whole bottom half of his face shiny with your slick.

But before you study his face too long, you find your eyes dragging down his whole body and settling on the unmistakable bulge under his towel. Fuck, he had got hard just from eating you out. Matty had always said he’d happily die between your thighs but seeing he can't help but get an erection just from the taste of you makes you dizzy.

Matty notices your eyes focused on his dick and can't help the flush of embarrassment that overtakes him. He’s about to insist it's okay, and you don't need to do anything in return. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from your still shaking thighs, he feels pretty good about that. Before he can, though, you’re sitting up and dragging him closer to you as a sick plan forms in your mind.

“Please cum on me. Fuck I need it,” you beg, pulling your shirt off your head and quickly unclasping your bra, moving your hands to tease and pull at your tits.

Matty feels his brain turn to mush at the sight of you, hearing you begging him to cover you in his release felt like he was seeing a mirage, something too good to believe. But, you were somehow real and looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling the towel around his waist off and dragging him to kneel over you.

“Fucking hell, you want that, yeah? Want me to fucking paint you with my cum? You're so hot, Jesus-” The second Matty’s hand touches his dick he feels himself on the precipe of finishing, the sight of you alone almost being enough to push him over the edge. Calloused fingertips spread his precum over his overheated skin, hissing at the slight drag of his dry skin.

Matty’s eyes flutter closed but a whimper from you drags them back open, Matty sees you reaching for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his and pulling it off his cock. Before he can complain about the lack of contact, he realises what you're doing. You stick your tongue out and let your spit drip from the tip of your tongue onto his palm, spreading it around with your fingertips and pushing it back towards him.

“You're so fucking good to me, holy shit. Want me to use your spit to get myself off, yeah? My pretty girl, fucking hell.” the drag of Matty’s hand is gone, replaced with the sticky noises of him spreading your saliva over his cock.

It only takes a few more tugs before Matty is spilling over you with a shout, watching in awe as streaks of pearly cum cover your stomach and tits, studying the way it pool between your tits, dripping off your rounded stomach.

“Do you think you can cum one more time, angel?” Matty whispers as he gathers the cum streaked over you on his fingertips, brushing over your nipples with his slick fingers. “Wanna fuck my cum back into you, yeah? Fill you up with me again.”

“Shit- yes, please, fill me up, Matty. please. I need you.” your whole body lights up at his words, and soon his cum covered fingers are brushing over your core and pushing into you. Your body puts up no resistance to his fingers, your walls welcoming his digits.

Your skin was glowing as a thin layer of sweat covered you, your eyes glazed over at Matty’s fingers thrusting inside you, brushing over spots that made heat prickle under your skin. His pace was purposeful, driving you insane as he burrowed his fingers knuckle deep inside you. His other hand drags down your skin, finding its home between your thighs rubbing your clit mercilessly.

Whimpers and cries fall from your puffy bitten lips, clutching at the sheets below you once again as Matty makes that coil inside you wind tighter and tighter. Each pump of his fingers was a delicious ecstasy, the haze in your head making your vision melt away until only the man in front of you was clear. 

“fuck, pumping you up with my cum all over again, do you like that angel? Knowing you're always fucking full of me?” Matty’s voice is husky as he speaks, studying your every move as if you're a piece of fine art in front of him.

His words were the last push you needed, and seconds later your walls flutter and spasm around his fingers as you cum again, moaning wildly as pleasure wracks your every nerve. Stars dance across your vision as you bite your hand, trying to hold in the wrecked groans and cries.

“Lemme hear you princess, be good for me and let me hear you cum on my fingers, hmm?” Matty whispers, keeping his relentless pace against your clit and smirking at the slack-jawed nod you give him as your whimpers fill the room around you.

Tremors wrack your body, shaking as Matty eventually slows down his pumping digits, sliding them out of you and watching a few pearls of his release fall from inside you. It's not as much as when he fucks you, but even those few drops make his dick stir. You giggle airly and bring Matty's eyes back to yours, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Hi,” you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few times.

“Hey baby,” Matty whispers back, smirking. Matty grabs his towel from the bed, wiping gently over your stomach and cleaning the rest of his release off of your skin. He bends to press a kiss to your belly when he finishes, kissing up your whole body until he reaches your lips once again.