The pub was warm in that old, familiar way , dim lights, battered stools, the faint smell of beer soaked into wood. Youโd only meant to pop in for one pint before heading home, but now you were stuck, politely nodding at a man who didnโt seem to notice the way you were inching away.
He leaned closer, his voice booming over the music, and you were seconds from pretending your phone had just rung when another voice cut through.
โEverything alright here?โ
You turned, and there he was. Matty Healy. His hair was just messy enough to look deliberate, curls falling into his eyes, the collar of his black coat turned up against the night air. He had a pint in one hand and a quiet confidence in the other.
The man mumbled something and backed off, disappearing into the crowd. Matty took the now-empty stool beside you, setting his drink down with a soft clink.
โYou looked like you needed rescuing,โ he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
You let out a breath you hadnโt realised you were holding. โYeah, I was about two seconds from staging a dramatic exit.โ
He chuckled, a low sound. โDramatic exits are overrated. Come on โ I know better places.โ
And just like that, you were following him out into the cool evening, the streetlights pooling gold onto slick cobblestones. The city felt alive, humming with laughter spilling out of doorways.
The first pub he took you to was tucked down an alley, all flickering candles and mismatched chairs. You sat in a corner, talking about nothing and everything. He asked you about the first album you ever loved, the worst job you ever had, and when you made him laugh, he looked at you like youโd just told him something important.
At the second pub, he leaned across the table, elbows on the wood, so close you caught the faint scent of smoke and aftershave. The jukebox played Fleetwood Mac, and Matty hummed along under his breath, eyes never quite leaving yours.
By the third stop, youโd stopped noticing the time. The air outside was colder now, your breath mingling in the space between you as you walked. Somewhere between jokes and shared chips stolen off each otherโs plates, the distance had closed, his hand at the small of your back as he steered you through a crowded doorway, the brush of his knee against yours under the table.
The night ended at a tiny fish and chip shop, its windows fogged from the fryer. You sat outside on a bench, paper cones warm in your hands, salt on your lips.
โThis,โ he said, between bites, โis the best part of a night out. Just food, the street, and someone worth sharing it with.โ
You didnโt trust your voice, so you just smiled.
When he walked you home, the streets were almost empty. At your door, he lingered, his breath visible in the cool air.
โGlad I found you tonight, Y/N,โ he said softly, like it was a secret.
โMe too.โ
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then his hand brushed yours, deliberate this time, and something in your chest tightened.
โRight,โ he murmured, stepping back, though his eyes stayed on you. โSame time next week, yeah?โ
And you thought no, you knew that this was the start of something youโd want to stay out late for.
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โthrusting about your apartment, drowned on the blankets, floral and fading.โ
warnings: dealer!matty, cannabis consumption, smut, choking, oral, sub!reader, soft dom!matty, admitting feelings, very fluffy at the end <3
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Youโre sitting not-so-patiently in your apartment, scrolling through a random streaming service, trying to find something interesting to watch. A sudden knock at your door jolts you out of your deep contemplation. You get off your couch and walk over to your door, getting on your tip toes to look through the peep hole. Smiling softly to yourself at the sight of Matty, you unlock the door and open it.
โWhat could you possibly want?โ You joke with him, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come inside. Matty lets out a chuckle and walks inside, kicking his shoes off. You shut the door behind him and lock it again, turning to face him.
โWhat a way to welcome a guest, love.โ He grins cheekily, teasing you. He pulls a baggy out of his coat pocket, and shakes it in front of your face. โSpecial delivery!โ Matty sing-songs, holding an eighth of weed in his hands.
โOnly took you the whole day.โ You tease, snatching the baggy out of his hands and walking towards the couch. He follows after you, laughing to himself.
โSomeones in a mood, huh?โ Matty questions, sitting next to you on your couch.
You ignore his comment and grab your grinder off the coffee table, opening it and the bag of weed. Your fingers work skillfully, pulling apart the large buds, putting the smaller pieces in the grinder.
Matty watches you intently, grabbing some rolling papers out of his pocket and setting them on the table, silently offering you them. You glance over at him and grin, โYouโre a life saver, howโd you know I didnโt have any?โ
He chuckles and shrugs, โLucky guess.โ
You continue to work on the bud, twisting the grinder in your hands. You open it back up slowly, making sure no bud falls out. Matty takes the grinder out of your hands and pours some of the ground bud on the paper and begins rolling it up. His fingers work nimbly as he leans down and wets the lining of the paper with his tongue, securing it. You stare at him, lost in the way he continues to finish the joint with ease.
โYou got a lighter, love?โ Mattyโs question jolts you out of your trance, you look back up at his face quickly. You clear your throat softly and reach into your hoodie pocket, fishing out your lighter.
Matty laughs to himself, your gaze not going unnoticed. He takes the lighter from your hand and sits back on the couch, lighting the joint. He inhales deeply, allowing the smoke to travel down deep into his lungs, the burning sensation feeling familiar and welcomed. After holding the hit in, he exhales, letting the smoke escape past his lips.
He holds the joint out towards you, โThatโs some good shit babe, youโre gonna love it.โ You reach out for the joint and bring it towards your lips. You inhale, watching the cherry light up. The smoke fills your lungs quickly, warm and comforting. Closing your eyes, you lean back on the couch as well, exhaling up at the ceiling. A smile falls across your face, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.
You both sit in silence and continue to pass the joint in between each other. Coughing every so often when either of you accidentally take too big of a hit. Your head turns and you look over at Matty, your eyes feeling heavy.
Through the smoke filled living room, his eyes meet yours. A smirk spreads across his face, "How're you feeling, love?" His voice sounds far away, your head swimming in your high. He ashes the last of the joint on the paper towel sitting on the table. Matty reaches for the blanket on the back of your couch and throws it over the both of you, scooting closer until your legs are touching.
You grin at him lazily, letting the warmth of the blanket engulf your body. His hand reaches out and rests on your thigh under the blanket. Heat travels up onto your cheeks, the air suddenly thickening.
"Matty," You breathe out softly, resting your head on his shoulder. The sudden need for him overtaking every fiber of your being.
You look up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown wide. "I need you-" You mumble out, barely coherent.
Matty moves quickly at your request, his body molding with yours as he pulls you onto his lap without difficulty. You gasp out softly at the quick movement, your hands moving onto his shoulders to steady yourself.
"You need me to do what? Use your words, pretty girl." Matty hums, his hand moving to your cheek then your neck, slightly applying pressure.
You gulp underneath his grip, voice barely above a whisper, "Need you to fuck me." You grip onto his shoulders tighter, giving yourself leverage to grind your hips lazily but firmly against his. Your cheeks redden as you feel his erection growing through his pants.
Matty's grip tightens on your throat, properly cutting off your airways momentarily. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His grip loosens lightly, eyes watching you intensely.
Matty trails his hand down from your throat to your chest, reaching his other hand under your hoodie, helping you pull it off. His eyes flicker down to your exposed chest, his pupils expanding at the sight.
"Fuckin' so pretty, baby." He breathes out, eyes drinking you in.
You continue to grind against him, small whines escaping from your mouth. Leaning down, you attach your lips to his, kissing him with fever. Matty moans into the kiss, his hands moving down to grip your hips.
Deepening the kiss, you run your hands under his shirt, pulling at it. Matty breaks the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere in the room. Your hands roam up and down his chest before resting your hand on the hem of his jeans. Biting your lip, you undo his belt and pull it off quickly.
You let yourself slip off his lap, grabbing onto his jeans and boxers, pulling them down with you. The blanket falls off of you, gathering at the ground. Your knees hit the floor gently as you look up at him. Matty spits into his hand, and rubs his length, wetting it. You watch with heavy lids, eyes silently begging him.
Matty reaches down and grips your chin in between his fingers, โGonna suck me off? Get me all ready and wet for your pussy? Hm?โ His tone almost condescending.
You nod quickly, wanting to please him in any way possible. Your whole body feels like itโs on fire, vibrating with anticipation.
He pulls your face towards his hips, gripping onto your chin. Matty gives you a small nod, silently granting you permission. You grab onto the base of his dick, pulling it towards your lips. Your tongue gives his tip small kitten licks before taking his length into your mouth quickly.
Matty groans out as your head bobs up and down over his length, your lips sucking him off feverishly. He bites his lip hard, watching you take his full length with ease.
You continue to suck, swirling your tongue around his length. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, but your movements donโt falter.
Mattyโs hand grips onto your hair, pulling you off of him. A trail of spit connects from your lips to his length, your eyes blown.
Matty is panting heavily, memorizing the look in your eyes as he pulls you back onto his lap. He tugs your shorts down quickly as you straddle him. His hand reaches down and feels the wet spot forming on your thong. Your cheeks redden, almost embarrassed from how wet you are just from sucking him off.
โSo fucking wet for me, baby. I donโt even have to prep you, yeah?โ Matty taps the front of your panties, pushing them to the side, exposing your dripping cunt.
โPlease fuck me, please,โ You whine out, pushing down on his erection.
Matty smirks at you, and lines himself up with your pussy, guiding you down onto his length. You gasp out softly as you inch yourself down, your aching heat pulsating around him.
โFuck, so tight, you feel so good around me, love.โ Matty grunts out, his head leaning back against the couch, watching you as you sink down.
At his praise, you start to bring your hips up and then back down in quick succession, riding him. Small whines fall from your lips as he hits the sweet spot inside of you.
Mattyโs hands rest on your hips, helping you ride him more efficiently. His nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in your hips. You moan out, unable to contain yourself. Your hips continue to rock into his.
โFeels so good, Matty..โ You breathe out heavily, your fingers gripping onto him tightly. Your head leans down on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as you continue to ride him with earnest.
His hips buck up into yours as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You pant into his neck, biting down gently as his length hits your spot repeatedly. You let out a muffed grunt as you feel Mattyโs hips stutter, his thrusts becoming shorter and quicker, chasing his own release.
โGonna come baby, fuck.โ He moans out, gripping onto your hair and pulling your head out from his neck. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers in your hair. Your hips falter as your orgasm falls over your body, your tight heat clenching down on him.
Matty watches you with heavy eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan, watching your orgasm wash over you. It was enough to send him over the edge too, quickly pulling your hips off of his length. He grips onto his length and gives it a few firm strokes before spilling his load all over your lower stomach. His head hits the back of the couch again, stroking himself through his orgasm. Your eyes stare at him, your lip bitten between your teeth, mesmerized.
His chest rises and falls quickly after he finishes, his other hand instinctively goes back to your hips holding onto you. You smile softly to yourself, trying to slow your breathing. Your body falls into his softly, your forehead leaning onto his as your breathing syncs up.
A smile forms on his face, breathing with you. You push yourself off of him with what little strength you had left, plopping down next to him. Your legs slightly shaking.
Matty takes notice and gets up, walking to your bathroom to get a towel. He comes back and carefully wipes the come off your belly, also cleaning himself off after. Matty tosses the towel to the ground and pulls his boxers back on, sitting next to you on the couch again. He pulls you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.
A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. โWell that was..โ You start, a breathy laugh forming.
โPerfect, yeah.โ Matty finishes your sentence, looking at you and instinctively placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Pink flushes your cheeks as you move in closer to him, your hand resting on his chest, wanting him closer.
His fingers start tracing the freckles on your skin, admiring the goosebumps heโs leaving in its wake. The smile never leaves his face as he reaches down and puts his finger under your chin, moving your eyes up to his.
You smile up at him, your eyes still pink from your high, studying his face. His eyes glimmer in the dim lighting, his pupils expanding as he looks at you with adoration.
โIโve always wanted to do that, yโknow.โ Matty admits, his voice cracking momentarily from his dry throat.
You grin at his admittance, nodding. โMe too. Been so hard just being a customer of yours. Always wanted more.โ You whisper out, the high still lowering your inhibitions.
His eyes flash from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, the sudden confession fueling something inside of him. You notice and pull him in for a soft kiss.
โGod, youโre a fucking dream, baby.โ He mumbles against your lips, smiling, kissing you back gently before pulling away.
You let out a small laugh, grabbing the remote on the coffee table, before tucking yourself back into his side. As you get comfortable, you scroll through the options on the streaming service, ultimately deciding on one of your favorite comedies.
You glance up at Matty as he plays with your hair, stroking it softly. Heโs watching the movie intently, running his fingers absentmindedly through your hair. Your eyes focus back on the TV as a warm feeling spreads across your cheeks and chest. You let your body melt into his as your eyes flutter shut.
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๐ฌ/๐ก flings her tote bag onto the floor of her small flat, with her arms raised high and small yawning falling from her lips she pauses. the lightย to her bathroom was on and water was running, unbeknownst to her she takes small steps forward. pulling the bat from off her wall she grips it tightly, flinging the door open.
"Ross!" she screeches, the boy turns completely unfazed by her scream and glances at the bat. "You really have to keep your spare somewhere else." he chuckles, taking the bat from her. she sighs, dropping the tough girl act thankfully and leans against the bathroom door.
"Where's the others.." she mumbles. ever since that party she'd been getting high, drinking, party hoping and all the unthinkable with the group. they had grown accustomed to her at this point, allowing themselves in, sleeping over, making breakfast . it was crazy but she enjoyed it all the same she loved the boys and their crazy nights. but sometimes she had to be serious and go to work.
often times she'd show up still drunk, strung out from the night before and it didn't help that she was with matty in back rooms snorting or injecting the next big thing. it was the only way she could be with him, get him to look at her the way he did. she hated that deep down she loved his attention. she wasn't sure why she craved it so much but she did and it was the worst.
she could still remember it, under the bright lights, so far into the crowd (even though she could've been closer), the bass made her heart flutter and her eyes never moved from the band. it wasn't nothing serious, just a friday night gig with the band. which took hours for ross and adam to explain how they were in a band she didn't even know about. much to matty's annoyance whom believed she was crazy for never hearing about them. her hand placed over her heart and her body swayed slightly to the music. she had heard this one before in the quiet hours of her bedroom.
"Use your hands and my spare time, we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine,"
she didn't wanna gush, she didn't wanna scream. she couldn't anyway matty convinced her to needle up before he went on stage. and how could she say no to him. oh, but she couldn't help but lock eyes with him, and in her hazy state of mind, she couldn't help but watch him. it was like she gravitated towards him in a way. he was alluring on stage, and the girls absolutely went wild for it. maybe it was his hair, or the way he lit his cigarette and blew smoke into a girl's mouth right after taking a drag, or maybe it was the way he did his hands. fuck his hands did look good.
she hated how he made her feel and she loved how he didn't care either about her either.
"They're in your bed, also strawberry sheets this time?" ross says raising an eyebrow. she rolls her eyes and smiles, "Is Matty and Adam snuggled up together under the pretty pretty strawberry blankets?" she hums.
ross shakes his head, gesturing for her to follow him as he led her to the room. her room btw. she pokes her head in and sure enough the two boys were there, matty with one arm hanging off the bed and adam with his leg thrown across him. if she wasn't annoyed she'd think it was sweet. but knowing them they'd jump at any chance to sleep in her room.
"Lunch?" she sighs, deciding that since she couldn't sleep she should at least eat. "Yeah, what's on the menu?" ross says as he closes the door to the room quietly.
y/n shrugs, making her way to the kitchen. she slips on her fuzzy bunny slippers and opens the fridge, pulling out various things to cook. she figured if she made something big enough by the time she was done cooking the boys would be up and she could rush to the bed. ross reluctantly sat and watched her, chatting occasionally about new songs, the next gigs they'd play. he asked her about modeling and she grimaced telling him how she wanted to quit because of how hard it was sometimes.
ross was nice, he didn't pressure her, their conversations could last for hours but eventually they put on a movie. settling on the breakfast club, faye finished the food and the smell had them running. adam was first yawing, and scratching his head as he walked over to join them. "I smell cookies.." he grins.
"They're just in the oven sweetie," she says, pointing with her spoon. "Be a dear and take them out?" adam gives her a look; almost like a moody teen that hated everyone and everything.
"Don't be emo about it, come on," matty huffs as he bumps him. he was still rubbing his eyes like the sleep was still there. comfort. was all she could think of. but she had better things to worry about like what the hell they were doing in her house.
โYou have a show tonight?โ adam announced from the kitchen, he mustโve been looking at her calendar. she groans. this was gonna go two ways, theyโd beg to come see her walk the fashion show and make fun of her afterwards. or theyโd still make fun of her and go in the most goofiest way possible. she knew them too well now.
โWeโre going,โ matty said, a little too fast for her liking and of course the others agreed instantly. โItโs only fair, she supports our gigs.โ he tried to compensate for his sudden interest. y/n had to smile inwardly, in her mind they were married with four kids. which matty wouldโve thought she was crazy for even thinking that.
she had her desires though. and one of them was standing in her kitchen. but all she could think about was him, having her bent over that very counter. rutting inside of her so deep she couldnโt think of anything else besides ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐. fuck she needed to get a grip this was getting out of hand.
