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You'll warn him every time his kisses move from your lips down to your neck, stressing the fact that he cannot, under any circumstances, leave hickeys where he knows people might see them. You have a reputation to uphold, after all. He usually obliges with a groan and a roll of his eyes, opting to move further down and leave his mark, licking and sucking your tits like his life depends on it, relishing in the sounds of your pleased sighs and soft moans.

After a while though, you let him stay where he likes it the most, right under your jaw, under the condition that he promises he wont leave anything visible. The excitement in his eyes is something you can't just ignore, so you keep letting him do it. That is, until one particular night, behind the locked door of the VIP room.

The leather is expensive, cold against your bare back as Matty straddles your waist, grazing every inch of your body with his freshly done nails (that you paid for, of course. nice and short, just how you like them x), his lips eagerly moving against yours, tongue licking into your mouth in a way he knows makes you dizzy with lust.

You don't say anything when he moves on to your jaw, teeth nipping at the skin as you let your head fall back, closing your eyes and enjoying the way he moves against you, grinding down onto your lap at a slow, sensual pace. His grin is practically audible as he breathes into you, hands coming up to touch your tits through your silk blouse, the music coming through the door muted and heavy.

Letting your hands fold over each other behind your head, you crack your eyes open to catch a glimpse of him, features painted in a neon purple light, complimenting him beautifully. Matty smirks, cocking and eyebrow as he trails his fingers over your collarbones, reaching further down to undo the first two buttons of your shirt. You let out a content sigh, a soft, relaxed smile tug at the corners of your lips before you close your eyes again, a silent signal for him to keep going. 

Matty listens, because he knows better than not to, one of his hands making its way into your blouse, slowly sneaking behind your back and undoing your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall loose as the straps slip off your shoulders. His little gasp when he undoes the rest of the buttons and rids you of your shirt completely makes your ego swell, Matty’s small, but not unnoticeable reactions going straight to your core. 

You feel him shift in your lap, his mouth back on your jaw as he trails kisses down your neck, simultaneously rolling your nipples between his fingers, earning him your choked sounds of pleasure, intertwining beautifully with the faint music in the background. One of his hands finds your hair, running his fingers over the braids as he latches on to your neck, peppering soft kisses all over the hollow of your throat. You lose yourself in the pleasure, humming in approval whenever he does something you particularly like, even if he already knows your body like the back of his hand. 

He pulls away for a second, leaning back and letting his gaze fall on you. Your lipstick is smeared, and he takes the moment to wipe it away, his thumb soft against your lips. Cocking your head at him, you reach for your cigarettes, pointing the open pack at Matty expectantly. His movements are fluid as he reaches for the lighter in your jacket pocket, taking a cigarette and placing it between your slightly parted lips, the flame warm against your skin as he lights it for you, smoke curling around the both of you. 

Before you know it, his mouth is back on you, and you get careless. With closed eyes, a cigarette between gold ringed fingers, you lean into his touch, giving him way more freedom than he’s deserved. You can tell he’s excited, his hands getting more and more frantic as he makes his way down, slowly climbing off your lap with a look on his face that tells you all you need to know. He’s eager, so ready to please you it's adorable, the way he grins when you spread your legs wider, letting him kneel in front of you, hardwood hitting his bare knees a sight for sore eyes.  

Matty bats his lashes at you from the floor, hands resting on your thighs as he rests his head on one of them, enjoying the look of nonchalance on your face. You look bored, cigarette burning between your fingers as he gets comfortable at your feet. His chest, covered in tattoos, shimmers with body glitter as the light hits in a way that makes him look ethereal. Sinful thoughts cloud your mind and the two of you just stay, staring at each other for what feels like an eternity. Matty’s grin looks particularly smug tonight, but you ignore it, much preferring his mouth to be doing something else in that moment. 

He pouts at you, his fingers moving up to trace over your stomach, grabbing onto your hips and scooching you further down. Matty looks at you like he’s expecting something, and you shake your head in disappointment, clicking your tongue like you would at a disobedient child. Taking one final drag, you flick the butt onto the floor, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip before you open your lips to speak. 

“Get to it, princess, I don't have all day.” Matty’s reaction to the pet name is automatic, his knees shifting as you stare him down, eyebrows raised and hands back behind your head. He nods, working fast to tug at your belt, undoing the buttons of your trousers along with it. You take to watching him try not to touch himself, grinning to yourself at how hard he is, cock straining against the fabric of his lace underwear as he motions for you to lift your hips, slipping your bottoms off and tossing them to the side. 

He gives you one last look before his mouth is on you, lapping at your cunt through your panties, his hands slowly pulling them off. Matty looks confused when you push him away, scrunching his face up as you reach for the hairband on your wrist, taking it off and giving it to him. “Can’t have you getting all ruined for me, can we doll? Put your hair up for me.” you say, nodding at him as he takes the elastic from you, bunching his hair up and out of his face, looking for your approval when he finishes. 

“Good?” Matty whispers and you smile at him, your hand threading itself into his ponytail and yanking it harshly. The noise that escapes him is delicious, a pained whine turned moan as pleasure courses through his veins, making him even harder than he already is. 

The moment his tongue touches your clit is when you properly let go, throwing your head back in ecstasy as the feeling takes over you, heat spreading through your whole body. Matty immediately grips your thighs, nails digging into your skin in a way you wouldn’t tolerate if he wasn’t making you feel so fucking good. You leave your hand where it is, guiding him exactly where you need it, grinding down onto his face as he moans into your cunt, both of your desperate noises interlacing with one another. 

“Fuck, so good for me princess, making me feel amazing.” Matty whimpers at the praise, pulling back to stare at your glistening cunt, letting his fingers drag through your folds, bumping against your clit before pushing two of them inside. He listens closely to how you gasp, that gasp turning into an obscene moan as he curls his fingers, coaxing even more sounds out of you.

“Feels good, ma’am?” Matty’s words drip with thick lust and you nod, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he dives back in, swirling his tongue around your clit with dizzying speed. 

You wrap your legs around the back of his head, forcing him deeper into you as you pull out all the stops, moaning wantonly into the back of your hand, your skin fiery hot as your orgasm builds, slowly but surely. Matty can tell, he knows when you're about to cum even before you do. He grins against your cunt as his fingers curl inside of you, stroking your walls at a delicious pace, the pleasure almost blinding. 

With your hand in his hair, gripping his ponytail, you tighten your legs around his head, rolling your hip against his tongue with pure need, bliss taking over your entire body as the coil in your stomach tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. Matty redoubles his efforts, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as he sucks your clit between your lips, the sensation making your vision white out. 

Your orgasm washes over you in slow waves of ecstasy, your legs trembling as Matty works you through it, soft praise falling from your lips in response. “God, princess, s’pretty for me on your knees like this, making me cum so hard.” you half say, half whine, your breathing heavy as you come down from your high, your grip on his hair loosening slightly. His eyes are glassy when he looks up at you, chin covered in your slick and a filthy smirk on his face, evidently proud of the reaction he managed to get out of you. 

Still, you can feel something is off. The way he looks at you is too happy, too satisfied with himself and you know he’s hiding something behind those gorgeous brown eyes of his. It’s not until you catch yourself in the floor length mirror on the way out of the room that you see it. 

Though light, you see multiple hickeys painting your skin, all placed conveniently right above what the collar of your shirt would cover. Matty trails up behind you as you trace your fingers over the marks, making stern eye contact with him in the mirror as he wraps his arms around you, biting his lip as he tries to gauge your reaction. You don't give him the satisfaction of forcing him back to the floor right then and there, instead opting to just look him in the eye and shake your head, telling him absolutely everything he needs to know. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn't help myse-” he tries to defend himself, but you press a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up. 

You don't speak to him the rest of his shift, you refuse to give him the reaction he obviously was searching for. Seating yourself in your usual spot, you watch him dance for the sea of men and bridal parties, twirling around the pole with an air of sensuality, desperately trying to catch your eye while also focussing on his routine. 

Safe to say you have the perfect consequence waiting for him the moment he walks through your front door in the form of a length of rope, pretty in pink to match his current outfit. But he doesn't know that, which makes it all the more fun for you, letting him believe he’s off the hook.