#postmatty

your breath catches halfway up your throat but you don’t waste one more single second running over, barefoot, heartbeat sprinting to match your manic pace, nothing on but matty’s shirt. the oversized button down he wore last night and was left on your bedroom floor. smells a bit like cigarettes but mostly him, which you will always love. you didn’t plan for it to be sexy at all. maybe just... convenient… to make him lose his mind the second he walked in.

kevin beats you to the door, tail a speedy blur as he knows exactly who’s on the other side, barking like he’s been waiting even longer than you have. which, honestly, fair, given all the attention your boyfriend gives him. you scoop him up and plant a kiss on that tiny head of his before twisting the knob.

“hi, lo–” and you don’t even finish the word. his mouth is on yours with a desperate, delicious kind of kiss with messy wet lips and fingers tangled in your hair. the kind of kiss that says fuck, i missed you and i haven’t stopped thinking about you all day and you’re mine. and all you can do is melt into him as your knees nearly give out.

“you don’t know–,” he barely breaks the kiss, “how badly i needed this, darling.”

but you more than do. and you’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive since you got high a few days ago and decided to do some bit of shopping which led to you ordering a sex toy. not shying away from sending a separate email asking the shoppe to please make the packaging as indiscreet as humanly possible to drive your significant other a little bit crazy. which seemingly may have worked.

the only reason why matty stops is due to kev’s insistent wriggling between the two of you, wanting his fair share of attention from your curly haired mailman. but much to your darling pup’s dismay, matty is lost, eyes locked on your bare legs which are on full display right here on your front door where every single one of your nosy neighbours could possibly watch.

“eager much?”

his hand slides around to your ass, fingers spreading and squeezing around your flesh. only to pause once he realizes there’s no lace or cotton underneath. just your warm skin now covered in one million goosebumps. he growls out a breath that sounds an awful lot like fuck, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek.

“fucking love you,” he mutters, right before sweetly spanking you, just hard enough for it to echo.

you half laugh, half moan and for sure get impossibly soaked. “you don’t have much time so, um…” you take a step back to put kevin down and do a quick spin at the front of your door, “thought this would make it easier for you.”

"that’s my girl,” he mumbles against your cheek, before curling his fingers around your wrist and tugging you gently through the doorway. “c’mon then.”

the door clicks shut behind you with the nudge of his foot. his bag hits the floor, shoes kicked off without a second thought and then he’s dropping to his knees, already searching for what you assume is the box that’s seemingly been burning a hole in his mind.

he finds it and holds it up, squinting at you not even pretending to hide the smirk growing across his face. “and what exactly,” he starts, voice already way too smug, “do you think you were doing with this?”

you blink. once. twice. giving him that faux innocent look you know makes him lose his mind. “not much really,” you drag out, shoulders rising in a playful shrug. “just looking for something new.”

“rmmhmm.” he nods, “just looking.”

matty doesn’t waste any more time to stand and kiss you again. one hand curling around the back of your neck, tugging you right into his mouth. it’s a searing kiss that’s fast and deep until your mind goes fuzzy and your balance grows unsteady.

“c’mon, sweet.” what you think is the last kiss ends up not being one at all. because his lips don’t leave yours for a single second, devouring you as he walks you backward toward your room. you trip over your own feet once, him laughing quietly asking if you’re alright.

you close the door to your room as he takes a seat on your bed, his keys jangling in one hand as he lifts them wordlessly asking for permission. you nod and watch as his fingers make quick work of the tape on the box, tongue between his teeth until the cardboard opens under his grip.

“well, then…” he raises his eyebrows and grins, holding up the smaller box that has your new vibrator inside.

“what? my other one broke last week.” you embarrassingly admit, grabbing it from him so you can quickly unwrap it yourself.

“so…” his expression’s far way too amused, “guess my dick’s not enough anymore?”

you immediately kick gently at his shin. “you’re not always here, smartass,” you shoot back, your own fluster making it sound more defensive than playful but he doesn’t take it the wrong way.

“oh?” he leans forward to grab the toy from your hands so he can inspect it more closely, before looking up to meet your eyes again. “so this is what you get up to when i’m gone?”

“jesus christ, matty.” you press your palms over your face, but you still smile.

“no, no, don’t hide.” he’s laughing now, grabbing your hand to pull you close until you’re sitting besides him. “this is cute. honestly, ‘m flattered.”

“flattered?” you stare at him confused.

“yeah. means you’re thinking of me when you use it, right?” he cocks his head. “you’re not imagining some other guy when you’re getting off, are you?”

“oh my god.” you go to stand but he grabs your arm just as you turn and pulls you back into his lap, dragging you down to straddle one of his thighs. back to his chest, your spine pressed against his sternum, holding you with both arms wrapped securely around your waist. then his mouth finds your neck and you fully forget what words and embarrassment are.

agonizing, open mouthed kisses cover your skin, dragging his tongue across that one sensitive spot below your jaw that makes your cunt clench instantly around nothing. which is exactly what happens. your whole body tense in his hold as you start to rock, hips gently shifting against the muscle of his thigh. searching for friction and any kind of relief.

his mouth curves into a grin against your skin.

“that’s something i’d love to see, y’know,” the words brush your ear, making your breath hitch. “you… using it to please yourself exactly how you want.” then he nips your earlobe. and you squirm eagerly in his grip. grinding more deliberately in his lap. your hands fly to his arms. not to stop him but to keep yourself from falling apart.

he holds you tighter, one across your chest as the other undos the buttons of your shirt. one by one until he finally slides the fabric off your shoulders and lands in a messy heap somewhere you can’t be bothered to check.

calloused fingers brush up and down the soft flesh of your stomach. “look at you, my darling.”

your eyes flick up and you catch his gaze in the mirror straight ahead.

his chin rests snug in the crook of your neck, that mess of curls pressing against your cheek. hands trail up your abdomen until he cups and squeezes your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they harden beneath the pressure.

“fucking beautiful.”

and you’d be lying if you said he doesn’t make you feel like the most gorgeous creature in the fucking world. always so attentive and desperate to please you. making you ridiculously drenched in a matter of minutes that you’re already soaking through the material of his uniform.

your eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching as one hand continues to knead at your breast while the other one slithers down, parting your folds and spreading you open to shamelessly admire you, using his middle finger to trail and up and down, slowly collecting your slick to rub tight, messy swirls around your clit.

the combination of everything going on–his palm squeezing your chest, his hand between your legs, his teeth on the side of your neck–is almost enough to make you come at that second but you know you can’t. not when you know what happens if you wait.

“hold still, baby,” he gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, “gonna make it feel so fucking good.”

so you nod, eyes focused on his fingertips flicking your clit in fast little circles that send short bursts of electricity straight through your gut. you’re dizzy already, head tipping forward until your chin grazes your chest, mouth falling open with a quiet gasp, turning into a full on moan as he picks up your toy. and you swear you might actually black out as he lifts it to his face to spit on it, completely entranced by his saliva dripping down the matte silicon.

you glance back at the mirror just in time to catch his eyes tracking your hand, watching you drag your fingers along the toy’s length, spreading his spit until it’s glistening. the sight is so fucked it makes you moan again. but this time around the tip as you slide it between your lips, letting him guide it in and out, matty murmuring steady praises while he carefully fucks your mouth.

“‘atta girl,” he breathes into your cheek, as he ruts his clothed cock into your ass, desperate for a little friction of his own.

only when spit spills from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin, does he finally pull the toy out. and before you can even complain, he’s already guiding you to fully sit on his lap, until your legs are spread wide over his. he keeps you there and turns your face with one hand, kissing you desperately until you both run out of breath.

then you eagerly observe as he lowers the vibrator to your cunt, instantly gasping as you feel it press at your entrance.

“let me know if it’s too much, baby, yeah?” he mouths into your neck. but you can’t even think straight enough to respond. already too busy trembling under his fingers between your thighs.

the toy stretches you careful and sweet, and once all the way in, he pauses. “you alright?” you nod too fast before the word even forms. and he smiles, setting it to its lowest setting. the gentle buzz starts, pulsing deep as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing lazy circles while your body adjusts. it’s not long before you’re already grinding into his palm, seeking much more relief.

“yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, and starts moving the toy. slow thrusts at first, just enough to make you tremble. you reach back, clutching at his thighs to hold yourself up as your head drops against his shoulder, eyes already fluttering shut. when your hips start chasing every motion, he turns the speed up and fucks you faster, deeper, wet sticky sounds echoing off the walls as he continues to work you oh so damn relentlessly.

your face is slick with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your cheeks and the corner of your mouth as your body starts giving out faster than you'd hoped. but how could you possibly hold back when the love of your life is so determined to please you, fucking you so good all you see is the static behind your lids?

and when he hits your sweet spot, you collapse forward but he’s there instantly. catching you, holding you tight. kissing your temple and brushing your damp hair back.

“you okay, sweet?”

you somehow manage to respond with a measly yes, tangled in the mess of breathless, broken moans pouring from your mouth as you cling to him. doing everything you can just to hold on a little longer, because it feels too fucking good. borderline divine. every thrust sends pleasure curling down your spine, every slow circle of his fingers against your clit making your body spark and shake and ache.

your heart stammers when the man staring back at you through the mirror is similarly far gone. lips parted, eyes heavy and glassy as they flick from your face to where his hand holds the vibrator in place. his own hips still mindlessly grinding into yours, chasing his own release. and when he catches you admiring him, he holds you that much tighter to his chest.

“hey,” he nips at your ear again, “will you kiss me?”

you reach back blindly, hand finding the nape of his neck, dragging him in until his mouth finds yours. he exhales a thank you against your lips and kisses you all hungry and so full of love, that you can help but rapidly come undone. body spasming from head to toe as he continues to kiss you until you’re gasping and he’s swallowed every last piece of you breaking apart.

you’re barely holding yourself up. legs still trembling across his lap, chest sticky with sweat, heartbeat pounding in your ears as he slides the vibrator out with an obscene sound, your cum dripping down the side. matty’s gaze fixated on it, as his chest is still heaving under you until he breathes out a choked laugh.

“look at this,” he murmurs. “all you, darling.”

and you nearly scream when he leans over to lick it. one single, painfully slow drag of his tongue along the silicone as if he was indulging in the most delicious taste known to man.

your stomach clenches. heat rushes back through your body and straight to your core. you can’t move. can barely breathe. just sit there, limp in his lap, staring as he tilts the toy again and this time he opens his lips and he sinks it between his lips.

oh my god.

he groans as it fills his mouth, sucking until the part that was just inside you is resting on his tongue. then he pulls it out, your slick coating his lips now, and does it over. and over. all while his hips are desperately rutting into you again.

“matty,” you’re utterly stunned. “what–“

he hums around the vibrator, eyes fluttering back open as your hand touches his face, noticing as he smirks around the mouthful, because he of course knows you’re going insane watching him suck your cum off the toy like it’s dessert.

your whole body reacts. your cunt throbs again. your chest tightens. your head’s spinning. and you don’t know if you want to cry or come again when he finally pulls the toy out of his mouth once it’s clean from your slick.

your hand stays on his cheek, thumb brushing his bottom lip as his mouth goes slack from lack of air, panting harder each time he rolls his hips into you. another thrust, then another until his head falls back.

“shit. fuck. i’m gonna–”