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the good, the bad and the dirty - matty healy

this is part of the janitor!matty au universe, if you have not read part one then you probably should <3

if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty.

ever since that friday night in your classroom, you couldn't seem to get the janitor off your mind, desperate to feel his hands on you again. as weeks passed with nothing but winks shot at you across the hallway, it seems like fate when matty ends up being your chaperone parter at prom. lucky you.

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, degradation, fingering, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, semi public/public sex, dirty sleazy man

11928 words

Standing in the middle of the school gymnasium, sipping on a cup of punch and surrounded by students dressed in sparkly gowns and tuxedos, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. The loud bass of a song you only knew from hearing it on the radio rattled through your bones, the neon lights that illuminated from the DJ booth in the corner of the gym blinded you, the taste of the punch that trickled down your throat lacked the burn of alcohol that you so desperately wished it contained. You needed the buzz to make it through the night, able to name at least fifty other things you’d rather be doing with your Saturday night than chaperoning prom.

You cursed Alicia for assigning you the role of guarding the punch bowl so none of the students could spike it, finding it ironic that she had chosen you out of all the other teachers to do the task considering you had already thought about turning a blind eye countless times.

You were much younger than all the rest of the faculty in the school, closer to the students that you taught age than your coworkers, in the middle of your fourth year of teaching since getting your degree. You knew that your younger age played a big part in the reason why the majority of the kids that walked the halls claimed you as their favorite teacher, being twenty six you could relate to them easier than their other teachers who were pushing forty. You loved the way your students were comfortable around you, able to joke around with you yet still be respectful and take you seriously when the time came.

“I can see you lingering and waiting for me to be distracted.” You snort, giving the captain of the football team a pointed look. “Not gonna happen, Josh. If I were you, I’d go back to my date and forget about spiking the punch.”

The teen huffs, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on.” Josh begs, knowing that it was useless yet trying to sway you regardless. “It’s my senior year, let me have this.”

“I’m already letting you have a passing grade, which you do not deserve, by the way.” You raise an eyebrow at the student who sighed at the reminder of all the missing assignments he owed you due to the football games that kept him too busy, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for all of your students, always known to be lenient when it came to late assignments because you remembered being in their shoes all too well - not too long ago you were begging your high school teachers for an extended due date. “I think I’m giving you more than enough, now go.”

Josh sighs, defeated, dropping his head and walking away from the table that contained the bowl of punch. You take another sip from the red liquid in your cup, humming along to the vaguely familiar song that echoed throughout the gymnasium as you looked around at the students that filled the space.

You snorted into the cup at the sight of a group of kids who had labeled themselves as “goth” that you didn’t even need to hear to know they were complaining about the music that was playing, you could read it all over their faces. Your eyes slide over to a couple that danced through an evident argument, quick to think of scenarios that two teenagers could possibly be arguing so red faced about, drawing the conclusion that the boy must have asked another girl to dance and shaking your head. You were in the middle of pouting at the sight of a boy who kept to himself sitting all alone in the corner when an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.

“Well, what a coincidence.” You didn’t even have to turn around to know that the janitor was speaking through a smug smile, his dark eyes traveling down the back of your frame, only to be confirmed when you turned around to face him. The man before you didn’t even bother to bring his eyes up to meet your own quickly to try and pretend as though he wasn’t checking you out, keeping his eyes glued to your exposed legs, the corners of his mouth twitching as you shift under his heated gaze.

You found yourself regretting your decision of turning Josh and his flask full of alcohol away, wishing that you had allowed the student to spike the punch, needing the buzz more than ever now that his dark eyes were slowly traveling up the expanse of your bare legs. You grip the cup of punch between your manicured fingers a little tighter as his eyes linger on the spot where the hem of your dress meets your thigh, the corners of his mouth twitching once more before he allows his eyes to continue their journey up your body until they find home locked with your own.

“That dress is almost too scandalous for a school event.” He comments off-handedly with a deep, raspy tone, raising an eyebrow at you. You admit that you might be slightly overdressed just to chaperone a school dance, but ever since becoming a teacher, you rarely got the chance to dress up anymore. You were always trying to find a way to dress modestly yet still incorporate your style when dressing for work and too busy grading tests and papers on the weekends to make use of the dresses bought with the intention of being worn out to the bar.

Tonight, you thought that you’d blow the dust off of one of the cherry wine dresses stuffed towards the back of your closet, still covering your skin to where it was appropriate to wear on school ground yet clinging to your body in all the right places that you couldn’t argue with Matty’s claim of ‘almost too scandalous.’ Matty drinks in the sight of you, you found it hard to breathe under his heated stare, his voice deep and raspy as he spoke. “But you look damn good in it.”

You bring the cup of punch up to your lips, hoping the liquid that trickled down your throat would cool the heat that was already beginning to swirl in your stomach at the sight of him. “Hi, Matty.”

It had been a few weeks since the night the two of you shared in your classroom after hours on a Friday night and even though the memory of the things he had said to you burned through your mind on a constant loop, despite the way he had made you feel and the fact that you had tried to recreate it almost every single night since then, you had yet to talk to the janitor since. The two of you had shared countless heated, knowing stares across the hallway in passing since that night, if there was one thing you could count on, it was Matty’s dark eyes giving you a once over anytime you were walking down the hallway to walk to the breakroom or your classroom, unashamed and always full of desire.

Much like they were now, eyes dark as ever as he flashes his pearly whites at you. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You curse the butterflies that dared to flutter in your stomach at the name, soon dying in the lake of fire that consumed your veins at the sight of his arms crossing over his chest. You knew that you were gawking at the janitor, but you couldn’t help it, not when the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows - his tattoos on display despite the fact that you were at a school event, a small sign of rebellion that made thrill tingle at your spine. The muscles in his arms strained against the fabric of the dress shirt, you were sure he was flexing them somehow, if the smirk on his face when you finally brought your attention away from his arms and back to his face told you anything. You felt like a dumb, lovestruck teenager with the way just the sight of the man had your legs feeling unsteady and your heart racing.

You swallow thickly, setting your nearly empty cup of punch down on the table behind you, leaning against the wood covered with a cheap tablecloth and crossing your own arms over your chest, the sight of Matty’s eyes falling down to your chest for a split second didn’t go unnoticed by you. You fight off a smirk of your own as you tilt your head to the side, squinting your eyes at the janitor ever so slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” Matty starts, uncrossing his arms from over his chest and taking a step closer to you. “Alicia put me on punch duty with you, lucky me.” He smiles, shrugging. “Only had to slip her a five dollar bill to sway her.” He teases, laughing along soft and easy when a huff of laughter exhales from your nose as you roll your eyes. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He pouts, slight but still dramatic, the pout soon stretching back into a smirk that might as well be permanent at this point. “Thought you’d be over the moon considering what happened the last time.”

The memory of teeth, tongue and thrusts burn in your mind, flushing your cheeks. “Funny, I thought Coach Jackson was supposed to be my partner for the night.” You recall seeing his name next to your own on the sheet Alicia had made for tonight, but you weren’t complaining, Matty was a major upgrade from the coach - it was just going to be even harder for you to not get distracted now that he was crowding your space. “I didn’t even know you were on the list of chaperones, I’m surprised they asked you.”

“What?” Matty gasps, faux offended, voice full of sarcasm. “Am I not allowed to attend an event to show my school spirit?” You fix him with a pointed look that had him breaking character and raising his hands in defense. “Fine.” He sighs. “Coach Jackson has a stomach bug, so he called me and asked if I’d fill in for him.” You nod along to the explanation, taking a mental note not to interact too closely with the coach come Monday morning in case any of the germs from the illness lingered. “And what do you mean by that, sweetheart? You don’t think I’m capable of watching over some teenagers for a few hours?”

“No.” You shrug. “I just didn’t think a place like this would be your scene, you know?”

Your eyes falling down to the collar of his shirt, heat swirling in your stomach at the sight of a black tie loosely tied around his neck, hanging off of his neck as if he had been tugging on it all night. Oh, how you wished to tug on it now, pulling his face down to yours and crashing his mouth against your own, eager to get a taste of the cigarettes that you knew lingered on his tongue from the one he smoked on his drive over here.

Matty takes another step closer and from the way he was towering over you, staring down at you as if he could eat you alive, you could only assume that he was thinking the same thing.

You hesitate before reaching out to take the end of his tie between two of your manicured nails, indulging yourself and tugging on it ever so slightly before tossing it out of your hold, Matty’s adams apple bobbing in his throat at the action. You shrug, feeling a little more powerful now that Matty was shifting under your gaze now.

“I mean, I didn’t even know you owned a tie.” You take in the sight of his appearance unashamed, the way his curls were ever so slightly damp and actually styled for once, instead of hastily pushed back out of his eyes, the way his seemingly permanent stubble had been freshly shaven, the smell of his cologne lingering in the small space between the two of you. You flutter your eyelashes at him, doe eyes staring up at him and causing his adams apple to bob in his throat once more at the sight. “You clean up nice.”

Matty’s tongue peaks out to lick along the expanse of his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitching up as his dark eyes scan your face, reaching up to the knot on his tie and tugging on it slightly to loosen it more, voice deep and teasing. “Had to pull it out of my box that I keep hidden under my bed.”

Your stomach flips at the idea of Matty keeping a box full of things that needed to be hidden under his bed, mind whirling at the possibilities of what it could contain - toys, ties, anything you’d expect a man as sleazy as him to own. You suddenly had a craving to know what he was hiding away, desperate to know more about him. You pick your forgotten cup of punch back up from the cloth covered table behind you, raising an eyebrow as well as the cup, teasing over the rim of the plastic before taking a sip. “Kinky.”

Matty smiles easily, dangerously, eyeing you up and down before taking another step forward, the tips of his shoes touching your own. You swallow down the rest of your punch at the feeling, at the close proximity to the janitor, at the desire to take him right here on the table behind you. You have to tilt your neck to look up at him, his eyes linger on the expanse of it before locking with your own, dark and full of lust. “Oh, you have no idea.” His thick, dark eyebrows raise slightly as his tongue peaks out to lick his lips once more, preparing to set the trap for you. “But you could.”

His words shoot straight down to your core, igniting a fire within your veins and making you wish you hadn't downed all of your punch already, yet refusing to turn around and pour yourself some more. You knock your foot against his own. “I think I already have an idea.”

Matty towers over you smirking and what you were sure were filthy words read to fire from his tongue, but they died before reaching the surface. His attention pulled to look over your head, his eyebrows furrowing and speaking in an authoritative tone that shot straight down to your core.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turn your head to glance over your shoulder, sighing when you see Josh standing in front of the punch once more, the silver flask dangling from his frozen fingers. You turn back around to face forward, not willing to get the headache over scolding the teenager yet again for trying to spike the punch twice within the hour, choosing to distract yourself by staring at the way Matty’s neck flexed as he spoke.

“Nothing.” Is the genius response the captain of the football team comes up with, the two of you snort in unison at the little effort the teenager had put into defending himself.

“Oh, come on, if you’re going to try and spike the punch you can’t make it so painfully obvious.” Matty groans, shaking his head softly, his curls with it. “Don’t offend me. Get out of here.” You hear Josh groan, assuming that he was gone now that Matty’s eyes were back on you, huffing out a laugh and rolling his dark eyes softly. “Teenagers are fucking insufferable.” You giggle, nodding your head in agreement, crossing your arms over your chest and not missing the way the janitor’s eyes fall down to your cleavage. “Now, back to this dress you’ve got on.”

You snort, shaking your head to distract from the way his obsession with the cherry wine fabric clung to your body had you feeling as though you were the only girl in the room. And really, to him, you were. You bat your lashes at him, voice innocent as ever. “What about it?”

Matty knocks his foot against your own, signaling that he had you all figured out. “You get all dolled up for me?”

And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t. Even though you had no idea that the janitor would be in attendance tonight, you held onto the small odd percentage that he would and might have taken an extra half hour to get ready than you normally would, a practice you had adopted into your morning routine for work as well. Ever since that night in your classroom, you found yourself desperate to look your best everyday at work in hopes of catching Matty’s eyes in the hallway. It felt as though you had a high school crush all over again, blushing when he winked at you over the students heads and feeling blue when there were too many students between you for him to notice you at all.

Still, you couldn’t let the older janitor know the hold he had on you, lying through your teeth when you say, “You wish.” Rolling your eyes playfully, shrugging. “I didn’t even know you’d be here, so.”

Matty hums, drinking in the sight of you, his eyes impossibly darker when they lock back with your own. “I find that hard to believe, love.” Your heart rate immediately doubles in speed. “I think you wanted me to see you in this, think you wanted to drive me fucking crazy.” Your stomach swirls with heat, hopeful that the music echoing throughout the gym was drowning out the ability for others to hear what he was saying to you.

Matty reaches around you to grab a clear plastic cup from the stack on the table, you hold your breath as his arms brushes against your own while he pours himself a cup of punch. “You got your wish, princess.” He speaks casually as if he isn’t causing your heart to pound against your ribs, leaning in to speak into your ear, your core clenching at his words. “All I want to do is rip this fucking dress off and have my way with you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, mind clouded with his cologne and lust for the janitor as he leans back with a smirk, bringing the cup full of punch up to his lips and taking a sip casually, smirking over the rim of the cup. You don’t trust your voice to speak, looking up at the man that towered over you, feeling as though you were the only two people in the room with the way he was staring at you. “Let’s get out of here.”

The bass from the music rattles the thoughts in your head, thoughts that scream for you to grab Matty by his tie and drag him into the nearest vacant room so he can satisfy the ache you’ve been battling to ease for weeks now, but you couldn’t. Not here. Not now.

“I can’t.” You sigh, clarifying further. “We can’t, people would notice.” And it wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want people to know that you were hooking up with Matty, it was the fact that you didn’t want the entire school to know that it was happening at prom. You pitifully try to joke, but it lands flat. “Plus, who would keep the punch from being spiked?”

“C’mon, we won't be gone long.” His lust filled eyes burning against your skin as he counters, speaking as confident as ever as a cocky smile takes hold of his lips. “You know I can get you there quick.” Your core clenches at his words, you were positive that your underwear were absolutely ruined at this point, so desperate for him that you were nearly willing to risk your job just to have him again. Matty tempts further, smirking. “Ten minutes, I won’t even have to use my hands.”

Your mind spins with the possibilities, with the thrill of sneaking away and hoping not to be caught. You take the cup of punch from his hands, letting the tips of your fingers linger against his own before taking a sip from his cup. Matty watched your every move like his life depended on it, dark eyes following the way your tongue swiped against your bottom lip to collect the droplets of punch that lingered after you swallowed. You raise a brow, offering his cup back to him which he took without hesitation, tipping his head back to swallow the punch that remained.

“Tempting.” You say, because it was, lying straight through your teeth as you say. “But I’m not desperate enough to risk my job for a quickie.” Not even realizing that you were putting your final nail in the coffin when you take the lie further and say. “I don’t need you, I can do it on my own.”

Matty huffed out a laugh, ready to call you on your bullshit, but the opportunity to do so fizzled out when the two of you weren’t so alone anymore.

“Am I the only one sick and tired of this music?” You hear a familiar voice pull you out of the thick tension you were swimming in between you and Matty, turning your head to the side to glance over your shoulder before moving the rest of your body to face the same direction. The heat radiating from Matty’s body warmed your back now as he lingered behind you, not bothering to take a step back and put some space between the two of you, almost as if he wanted the math teacher standing on the other side of the table to see that he was one step away from his body being flush to your own. “I haven’t had a headache this strong since my college days.”

William, a nerdy math teacher that you had shared a table with in the breakroom on a handful of occasions, smiles easily as he grabs a cup from the stack and reaches for the ladle in the punch bowl, pouring himself a drink while eyeing the two of you over the rim of the cup.

“Enjoying punch duty?” William teases, pushing the rim of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Have any attempted spikes yet?”

Matty answers before you have the chance to, so close to him that the sound of his deep, raspy voice rattles through you, shooting straight down to your throbbing core and making it difficult to focus on their conversation. “Captain of the football team, who would have guessed.”

The two men share a laugh and soon William’s eyes are locked on you, uncertain if the pink tint gracing his cheeks was due to the fluorescent lighting in the gym or from his mustering up the courage to compliment you. “You look really pretty tonight.”

It took you a beat to realize he was even speaking to you, so caught up in daydreaming about allowing Matty to pull you out of the gym to hear him, sputtering out a response when you caught the nerves settling in his eyes from the silence that came from you.

“Oh, this old thing?” You laugh, forced and breathless, glancing down at the cherry wine fabric that clung to your body in all the right places. “I just threw something on at the last minute.”

At that, you felt the unmistakable feeling of Matty’s hand running down your back, his blunt fingernails digging into the fabric, a silent reminder that he knew you were lying - he knew that you had planned this outfit around the possibility of seeing him tonight. You swallow thickly, the warmth from his hand burning through the fabric and lit your skin on fire, embarrassed at the fact that he barely had his hands on you and your body was already reacting this way to the feeling.

“I’m serious.” William presses, encouraging Matty’s hand to slip lower and lower down your back, lingering at the hem of your dress and tugging on the fabric slightly before slipping underneath it, the pads of his fingertips tracing along the edge of the lace of your underwear. You felt guilty for the way the flush on your cheeks was due to the feeling of Matty’s finger slipping under the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back slightly before allowing it to quietly snap back against your hip bone and not due to the way William was speaking a sentiment that mirrored one you had said to the janitor standing behind you earlier. “You clean up nice.”

A ‘thank you’ was sitting on the tip of your tongue, unspoken due to the fact that Matty’s voice had filled the void instead.

“Doesn’t she?” He beams, smiling kind despite the fact that what he was doing hidden behind the punch bowl was anything but sinful. His long fingers followed the line of lace until they found home against your covered core, lightly tracing the patch where you had soaked through the material, his foot knocking against the back of your own at the feeling. Your breath hitches in your throat, clenching around nothing as his skilled fingers found home against your aching bundle of nerves as if he had been fucking you for years, drawing painfully slow circles over the fabric and making your mind turn to mush.

You were grateful for the fact that the table that held the punch was in the corner of the room, nothing behind the two of you except a wall. Holding what little air you had left in your lungs as Matty continued to draw circles over your clothed clit, you wished the fabric wasn’t blocking you from feeling his calloused fingertips against the bundle of nerves. Instead, he presses down a little harder to signal for you to speak. You weren’t sure if you trusted your voice to do so, but you could feel both of their eyes staring at you, waiting to hear the sound of it.

You swallow thick, clenching your thighs softly around Matty’s hand before clearing your throat, hopeful that your voice wouldn’t be as breathless as you felt. “Thank you.”

It was a simple answer, yet felt as though the two words held a deeper meaning, putting the final nail in your coffin as Matty’s fingers slipped under the fabric of your underwear, slipping the material to the side and brushing his fingertips against your bare core. You kick your foot back against his own softly, a silent plea for him to take pity on you, the action only caused him to take a half a step closer to you, further blocking the already hidden action of him running his fingers through your folds with more of a purpose now.

Your brain felt as though it was melting out of your ears, the thrum from the bass of the music that blared throughout the gym assisted Matty’s fingers against your core in a beautifully sinful way. Your heart was pounding against your chest, ears ringing as his calloused fingertips finally found home against your swollen bundle of nerves, swallowing down a groan that threatened to spill from your mouth as heat trickled up your spine with every swipe of his skilled fingers.

“Are you okay?” William’s voice pulls you from your spiral, anticipation coursing through your veins as Matty pinches your clit before trailing down to tease a finger at your entrance, you clench around nothing at the feeling of his calloused fingertip rubbing mind numbing circles over your entrance yet not pushing in any further. It was driving you crazy, the fact that Matty seemed to be making it his mission to cause you to be anything but okay. “You look a little flushed.”

The concern in William’s voice almost made you feel guilty about the cause of it, almost, you would have allowed the guilt to seep into your veins if the pleasure already blooming there wasn’t blocking it from doing so. Thankfully, Matty steps in to speak for you once more.

“She’s fine.” He assures, speaking so confidently that even you almost believed him, despite the fact that his hand was lighting your body on fire. “She’s just had one too many cups of punch.” Matty jokes, circling his calloused finger over your entrance one last time before finally pushing it home, slow and teasing. He bottoms out to the knuckle, curling the finger and numbing your mind as he voices a play on words that only the two of you would understand the double meaning of. “Don’t tell anyone about the flask she’s hiding under her dress.”

You clench around his digit as William laughs at the janitor's joke, you attempt to laugh along with the two of them, though yours comes out more pitiful and breathless as Matty slowly pulls out only to push back in with two fingers this time. The feeling of his fingers stretching you out was one you had been chasing to recreate for weeks now, cursing the fact that you were having to focus more on keeping your face neutral to hide what Matty was doing to you instead of freely being able to enjoy what you have so desperately desired since that night in your classroom, hating yourself for turning down Matty’s offer of ‘let’s get out of here.’ more than ever now.

You were already so drunk on the feeling of Matty’s fingers moving so painfully slow inside of you that you almost missed William departing. “Well, I better get back to making sure nobody stuffs the ballot box.” He sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose once more before tilting his head in the direction of the stand where the students would vote for prom king and queen. “Don’t want a war to break out in here, now do we?”

Matty laughs, curling his fingers inside of you and causing your body to jolt from the pleasure that bloomed through your veins at the feeling. You smile, weak and unconvincing, swallowing thickly and clenching around Matty’s fingers as you watch William walk away, leaving the two of you alone once more.

Matty curls his fingers one last time before slowly slipping out of you, a condescending tone spoken into your ear as his calloused fingers press against your bundle of nerves. “I thought you weren’t desperate enough to risk your job?” He chuckles, mean and dark, pinching your clit to match. “Sure didn’t seem that way, clenching around my fingers and begging me to fuck you in front of him.”

You can’t even find a voice to argue with, scared that if you opened your mouth the only thing that would fall from it would be pitiful moans drawn from the pleasure Matty was giving you right now in a room full of people. A whine tumbling out instead when he suddenly pulled his fingers back all together, grabbing at your hip and turning you back around to face him. You were sure that you were quite the sight, cheeks flushed and eyes full of fire that glared up at him, wishing they had the power to kill.

Matty smiles, smug and powerful, patronizing as he says. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Your jaw ticks, heated eyes that glared in complete contradiction to the way his own devoured you, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a condescending pout that made your stomach flip. “What’s got you so worked up, princess?”

You wanted to wipe that smirk right off of his face, desperate to prove him wrong and say that he had no affect on you at all, but both of you would know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. He knew the way he made you feel, how much control he had over you, hell, he had just felt it for himself only a few minutes ago. In front of William, in front of everyone. You should have turned back around and poured yourself another cup of punch, relying on the fruity mix to cool the heat in your body, but instead you found yourself speaking through a glare and gritted teeth. “Bathroom. Now.”

Matty’s smirk had deepened before you had even finished voicing the two words, a prideful look in his eye as if he had won some type of unspoken game here, his dark eyes scanning down your body unashamedly. “Knew you’d see things my way.”

You roll your eyes, voiding a verbal response in favor of grabbing his wrist and tugging him away from the punch bowl, but Matty remains glued to his spot. You huff, turning back around to face the janitor who was looking back at you with a raised brow. “Hold on, princess. You don’t want to get caught now, do you? Can’t risk our jobs, right?”

Thrill creeps back up your spine, the idea of hiding made this feel forbidden, dangerous. You shake your head softly, dropping his wrist from your hold and glancing around the room to make sure nobody had noticed the two of you, surprised that the entire gym wasn’t stuck swimming in the tension between you and him. Matty looks you up and down once more before taking a step closer, speaking deep and low, his voice shooting straight down to your already throbbing core. “Go to the janitor closet and wait for me.” Your stomach swoops. “Down the hall, third door on the left.” Matty explains the route as if he’d done it a million times, you didn’t like the thought of that. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Your feet were carrying you down the spoken path without a second thought, heels clacking against the hardwood flooring of the gym as you weaved your way through the crowd of coworkers and teenagers you were supposed to be keeping an eye on. Instead, you were hopeful that their eyes weren’t on you as you glanced over your shoulder before making your way down the hall of the gym that led back to the locker rooms, counting the doors on the left you passed until you were standing outside of the third one.

Your heart raced as you read the plaque on the door, Janitor Closet, the silent reminder that the man you were about to fuck was just as sleazy as the location you were going to do it in.

You turn the knob, glancing over your shoulder once more to make sure no one had followed you before slipping into the small closet, blindly entering the dark space and cursing under your breath when your arm knocked against what you could only assume was a mop leaned against the wall, the wood falling to the side and the sound of it smacking against the floor echoed throughout the space. For the first time that night, you found yourself thankful that the music in the gym was so loud.

You reach up to grab the chain hanging from the ceiling, a singular lightbulb barely illuminated the space, squinting to allow your eyes to adjust. You barely had the chance to look around the closet before the door to it was swinging open and slamming shut just as quickly, no time to register that someone else was in the closet with you before a hand was wrapped around your throat and you were being pushed against the wall, head slamming against the surface and knocking the wind out of you as lips crash against your own.

If the familiar smell of the cologne that had clouded your brain all night and now filled the small space didn’t clue you in enough, the taste of cigarettes on the tongue that was exploring your mouth told you everything you needed to know.

“Matty.” You whine against his mouth, the sound makes him squeeze the hand wrapped around your throat a little tighter, your head already spinning and spiraling. You needed to pull away from the kiss to catch some air, to gain back some control, to scold him. “That was not five minutes.”

“Couldn’t fucking wait that long.” Matty defends, the dim light in the closet accentuated his features in a way that had your stomach flipping and thighs clenching together. “I need to get my hands on you right now.”

He huffs out through pants, already breathless from the kiss you had just shared, not hesitating before trailing the hand that was holding your neck up to grip your jaw before pulling your mouth back against his own in a rough, passionate kiss that made your head spin.

And who were you to argue with that?

You allow Matty to take full control in the kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else, losing yourself in the feeling of his mouth against your own, the only thing grounding you were his hands gripping your waist - fingernails digging into the cherry wine fabric of your dress so harshly that you were convinced crescent moon shapes would be marked there despite the layer between his nails and your skin.

Matty tugs your bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a pop and staring down at you with hungry eyes that we’re barely visible in the dim closet.

“Look at you.” He coos, taking one of his hands off of your waist in favor of hooking it under the strap of your dress, toying with it until it fell down your shoulder. “Pretty little princess just waiting to be destroyed.” You whine at that, pitiful and desperate, stomach swirling with a newfound desire that heightened the throbbing beat of your core. His dark eyes roam your body, pinching your hip as he leans down to kiss up the side of your neck. His tongue traces unknown patterns along the expanse of it in his journey up to your ear, licking your earlobe and tugging on your earring with his teeth before whispering hotly into your ear. “I want to fucking tear you apart.”

Matty swallows the gasp that tumbles from your lips at his words, kissing you as though his life depended on it, pushing you harder against the wall of the closet and bringing his body flush with your own.

You were dizzy, overwhelmed, desperate. You needed Matty to do something, anything, you were on the brink of insanity with how intensely your core ached to be touched by the janitor.

It was a taste you had a craving for since that first night in your classroom, trying everything to recreate it yet nothing satisfied the itch that remained since the janitor had walked out that night. And now that you had a sample earlier at the punch bowl in front of William, you weren’t just hungry for him, you were fucking starving.

“Matty.” You whine against his mouth, the sound jumpstarting him to pull off and resume his attack on your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin before biting down and soothing with his tongue after.

Your hazy mind made everything feel as though you were a beat behind, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the janitor who was trailing his mouth from your neck down to your chest, licking a broad stripe over the area while his hands slide under the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulders.

Matty’s foot kicks your legs apart wide enough for him to slip a thigh between them, the sudden pressure against an area that was aching to have attention had you gasping, tossing your head back against the wall of the closet as he continued to push your dress down your chest until your tits were free.

Matty was quick to lick a strip between your boobs before trailing his tongue to the side to swirl around one of your peaked nipples, groaning against the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You whine involuntarily grinding down on his thigh he had perfectly placed between your legs, eyelashes fluttering at the pleasure that bloomed through your veins at the feeling. Matty smirks against your breast, grazing his teeth against your nipple softly before swirling his tongue over it one last time and pulling off.

He stands up straight, towering over you now, staring down at you with eyes that conveyed how desperately he wanted to eat you alive. Bringing a hand up to your neglected breast, rolling the sensitive bud under his thumb while holding a vice grip on your hip with the other.

You couldn’t help it, grinding down on his thigh once more in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs, the throbbing ache in your core was mind numbing. Matty smirks at the action, switching his thumb out in favor of pinching your nipple between two of his fingers while tensing his thigh against you all at the same time, mixing pain and pleasure in such a way that had you tossing your head back against the wall once more.

Matty takes the action as an invitation, all but growling as he leans back down to kiss, lick, bite at your neck. He toys with your sensitive bud between two of his fingers while rolling your hips down onto his thigh, sucking a mark into the side of your neck that you knew would need to be covered by makeup or scarves for the next few days.

You whine his name as if it’s the only word you knew anymore, pliant against the wall and willing to let Matty maneuver you however he wanted, which only seemed to fuel the desire in the janitor's veins. All too powerful as he licks a strip up the side of your neck and up to your ear, pinching your nipple as he spoke directly into your ear, sending shockwaves down to your core in the process.

“Filthy fucking girl, getting off on my thigh.” You whine as he grips your hip impossibly tighter, sure to leave bruises behind, at least those would be easier to hide than the one on your neck. He rolls your hips down to meet his thigh, pleasure bloomed behind your fallen eyelids, awakening the need in you to start grinding down on him yourself. Matty smirks at that, slowly pulling his hand from your hip in favor of capturing your hand with his own and raising it above your head, holding it against the wall while keeping his other occupied with your breast. “I don’t even need to make you dirty, you already are.”

You whine, pitiful and desperate, rolling your hips down on his tensed thigh quicker now, chasing the heat that was already coiling in your stomach embarrassingly fast. “Matty, please.”

“What?” He pouts, leaning down to get his mouth back on your tits, staring up at you through his lashes as he sticks his tongue out to swirl circles around your nipple, smiling softly before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “What’s the matter, love? Use your words.”

Your head was spinning, swimming in desperation, difficult to find the words to convey what you wanted when Matty was stealing them right from your mouth with every skilled swipe of his tongue on your nipple and every roll of his thigh he met with the roll of your hips. Your voice breathy when you finally found it. “Need you.”

Matty coos, pouting against your breast, a pout that slowly morphed into a smirk as his dark, dangerous eyes pinned you to the wall as effectively as his hand did to your arm and his body did to your own.

“You have me.” He reminds with a pointed roll of his thigh, the danger in his eyes only deepening when you whimper in response, licking a trail from between your breasts, up your chest and to your neck until his mouth found home against your own. Matty kisses you as hungrily as you felt, too drunk on the kiss to realize that Matty had captured your other hand in his own, bringing it up to the wall behind you to mirror your one from before. You only realized when Matty pulled back from the kiss, a line of spit connecting the two of you as you both panted to catch your breath. On instinct, you found yourself tugging to get your arms free, but Matty’s own didn’t budge at all. The blatant display of strength and power only fueled Matty further.

“C’mon, miss independent, you told me you can do it on your own.” You whine as Matty throws your words from earlier back in your face, stopping his thigh from rolling against you and gripping your hands between his own a little tighter, a smirk plastered to his face. “Show me how dirty you can be.”

You whine, tossing your head back against the wall, Matty was quick to fill the empty space and leave more kisses and bruises along the expanse of your throat. You didn’t hesitate to follow orders, as stubborn as you could be on any given day, you were too desperate to think of doing anything but grinding down on Matty’s thigh in desperation to chase the pleasure that followed with each roll of your hips.

You were close, embarrassingly so, the coil in your stomach wound so tight that you could barely breathe. You could do nothing but pant, whine and moan Matty’s name as you chase your high. Your hips stutter against his thigh on a particularly mind numbing roll, squeezing his hand interlocked with your own tightly as you clench around nothing, picking up the speed of your hips and moaning his name like the good, the bad and the dirty.

“Fuck.” You whine, swallowing thickly, your body on fire. “Matty.”

The sound pulled Matty out of his assault on your neck, still refusing to move his thigh to help you but encouraging you to crash and burn by licking the shell of your ear before speaking directly into it.

“You’re close aren’t you?” You whine, nodding your head quickly, Matty nibbles on your earlobe through a smirk. “Yeah? Just needed the sound of my voice to send you over the edge?” You nod once more, a death grip on his hands that cover your own as you roll your hips frantically, desperately. “Need my permission?”

You hated the way he knew you so well. His deep, raspy voice tightening the coil in your stomach impossibly tighter, pleasure shooting up your spine and begging to be released. You nod, too embarrassed to voice it outloud but Matty bites your ear lobe to remind you of his order from earlier, use your words.

“Yes.” You voice through breathless pants, rolling your hips to no real rhythm, too close to be graceful anymore. You could feel the need to release inching up your spine, pressure begging to be relieved, climbing up your throat and burning like fire on the way up. “Matty, fuck, please.”

“There she is.” Matty beams. “You wanna cum, baby?” The pet name falling so easily from his tongue shot straight down to your flipping stomach, you nod to distract from the butterflies that threatened to grow. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my thigh?” He coos. “So fucking desperate for it that you don’t even need me to touch you, isn’t that right?”

“Matty.” You whine, the coil in your stomach desperate to snap but needing his permission to, you weren’t sure how much longer it’d wait before completely consuming you.

Matty watches you for a beat, taking in the sight of how fucked out you look, glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks, memorizing each and every feature better this time in case it really was the last. When he locked eyes with your own pleading ones full of desperation, he didn’t hesitate to say. “Cum for me, baby, cum all over my thigh.” And you were falling apart instantly on him, body shaking and whine after whimper tumbling from your lips as you finally crashed and burned. “That’s it, make a fucking mess, make me just as dirty as you.”

You continued to roll your hips down on his thigh as you came down from your high, body pliant against the wall, not even realizing that you were relying on the way Matty had you pinned to the way to keep yourself steady and standing until he was dropping to his knees in front of you.

You roll your head to the side so you could look down at him, the janitor already staring up at you with pride filled eyes clouded with lust, a smirk playing on his lips as he teases. “I told you I wouldn’t need my hands”

You laugh softly, kicking your heel clas foot against his knee while rolling your eyes. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, it really seems that way.” He teases, running his hands up the expanse of your thighs, pushing the cherry wine fabric up higher until the ruined lace of your black underwear was on display for him, his head dropping down on your thigh at the sight. “Fuck, baby, you wear these just for me?”

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the lace, trailing a line of open mouthed kisses up the inside of your thigh, only breaking away long enough to pull your underwear down them before diving back in.

Matty held out a hand for you to hold onto, steady yourself with as you lifted one of your heeled feet up so he could free it from the lace, placing it back down and repeating the action with the other foot until the black lace of your thong was off of your body and held between his fingers.

You didn’t like the power he held over you, desperate to even the playing field and not let him know the effect he had on you. You shrug, watching the way Matty balled up the lace and winked at you before stuffing it in the front pocket of his pants, your eyes falling down to the wet patch in the middle of his thigh and flush. “I didn’t even know if you’d be here or not.”

You tried to be casual, but you knew that Matty could see right through you, his warm hands back on your thigh and mouth back to leaving open mouthed kisses up the expanse of it.

“No, you didn’t.” He mumbles against the inside of your thigh. “But you were hoping I would be.” Once again you found yourself cursing Matty for how well he knew you. “That's why you got all dolled up tonight and wore this lace, just in case you saw me.” He bit into the meat of your thigh, jolting your body forward. He smirked against the skin, trailing one of his hands behind your thigh, lifting your leg up and hooking it over his shoulder, you shuddered at the sight. He had you exactly how he wanted you, right in the palm of his hand. “Just for me. All for me. Isn’t that right, love?”

And as desperately as you wanted to tell him no, to prove him wrong, to knock his ego down a peg - you couldn’t find it in yourself to say anything but the truth. “Yes.”

“Such a dirty girl.” He comments off handedly, locking eyes with you before leaning into your core and spitting on top of the wetness that was already costing your thighs. “Fucking filthy.”

And that was all he had to say before diving into you, your head tossing back against the wall of the closet as he didn’t hesitate to lick and suck with as much hunger that was coursing through his veins.

You found it hard to keep up with the pace that he was eating you out with, the only thing you could think of was teeth, tongue, pleasure. Your mind spinning and swirling as Matty’s tongue was against your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and already having that familiar heat coiling in your stomach once again.

It was embarrassing how quickly Matty was able to bring you to the brink of insanity, you had never finished so quickly with another partner before, or even yourself. Matty somehow knew your body better than yourself after just one hookup, you couldn’t help but wonder what he could do after knowing it for years.

You swallow down the thought, scared of catching any real feelings for the janitor, knowing that the older man saw this as nothing but casual. But that was proving harder and harder to avoid when he was mumbling against your core. “So fucking pretty like this, falling apart on my tongue.” He emphasizes by giving you a particularly pointed lick that had your legs shaking.

He smirks against your core, fingers digging into the thigh he had hooked over his shoulder as he pulls off to catch his breath, bringing his other hand down to tease two fingers at your entrance, meeting no resistance as he plunges them inside of you. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull as Matty curls his fingers and of course, instantly finds that heavenly spot inside of you that had your brain melting from your ears.

Matty watches your face crumble with a permanent smirk etched onto his face as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them once more just to hear you gasp again, like music to his ears.

“Prettiest girl in the world.” He mumbles before leaning in to suck your clit into his mouth, the feeling of that mixed with his impossibly long fingers fucking into you at a brutal yet consistent pace had you feeling overwhelmed, pleasure blooming through your veins so quickly that you couldn’t even voice it. Matty knew the signs anyways, of course he did.

“You gonna cum, sweet girl?” A broken whine ripped from your throat as he curls his fingers, fucking into you quicker now, replacing his tongue with his thumb to rub at your clit as he spoke to you. “So soon? Greedy little thing, you are. I was having fun.” He pouts, the sight has you clenching around him, desperate for release. “Go on, then. Cum for me, I won’t stop you, let me fucking hear you.”

It only took three more pumps of his fingers inside of you, two more swipes of his thumb against your swollen clit and you were falling apart yet again on him, clenching and throbbing around his fingers as you let the music in the gym far away drown out the sounds of your whimpers and moans. “That’s it, good girl.” Matty praises, making you clench around him once more. “You follow orders so well, so much easier to fuck you when you aren’t being stubborn like last time.”

You laugh softly at the tease, body jolting through aftershocks as Matty curls his fingers in you one last time before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, leaning forward to place a tender kiss to your sensitive clit before leaning back to make eye contact with you as he brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean of you. He groans at the taste, you groan at the sight. “Matty, please.”

The janitor smirks around his fingers, pulling them out with a pop before slowly starting to rise from his haunches. “What, baby?” He coos, your head slowly tilting up the straighter he stood, tipped back as he towers over you now. “You wanna taste?”

You grab his face, crashing his lips against your own in lieu of voicing a response, swallowing each other's moans as you kiss hungrily, more teeth and tongue than anything else. “Fuck me.” You mumble against his mouth, the grip he has on your waist tightening at the sound. “Please, I need you.”

“You need me?” Matty mocks, pulling away from the kiss in favor of pouting at you as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, always condescending as ever. “I thought you didn’t need me?” Bringing those cursed words you had stupidly said earlier right back to bite you in the ass. “Thought you could do it all on your own, princess, what happened to that?”

You wanted to wipe that condescending pout right off his face, swallowing thick and hard as you reached out to unbutton the dress shirt he was wearing, pouting yourself as you say. “You look really fucking hot tonight.” Running your hands over his now bare chest, trailing them up to his shoulders and pushing the thin fabric off of his back and onto the floor beneath you. “But I think I prefer you in your normal clothes.”

Matty smirks. “Yeah?”

You nod, trailing your hand down his chest until it reached the buckle of his belt, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your manicured nails fumbled with the belt until it was open enough for you to pop open the button of his pants. Matty swallows thickly at the action, watching your hand slip under the waistband of his boxers, his eyebrows furrowing and a soft groan tumbling from his swollen lips as you wrap a hand around his length, pumping slowly up to the tip.

“I bet you do.” Matty’s voice huskier than before, licking his bottom lip before placing his hand next to your head on the wall behind you, dark eyes pinned you in place. “Don’t like when I’m all cleaned up, do you?” He asks, hissing when you swipe your thumb over his tip. You shake your head innocently enough. “No, you prefer me to be dirty. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You smirk, swiping your thumb over his tip again just to see his eyes flutter closed a little before wrapping your free hand around the black tie that remained around his neck, tugging on the tie to bring his mouth to your own to say. “Fucking filthy.” Before crashing your lips back on his own.

Matty groans into your mouth, hooking an arm around your waist and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his back on instinct, gasping into his mouth at the action. You were desperate to see the way the muscles in his arms were bulging now that he was holding all your weight up against the wall, clenching around nothing at the thought.

Matty knocks your hand wrapped around him away in favor of replacing it with his own, pulling away from the kiss to pant as he pumps himself, groaning before spitting down on his length and spreading the saliva over it with his hand. You whine at the sight, clenching your thighs around his hips in a desperate plea for him to just fuck you already, you were more than ready for it.

“Matty, please.” You whine, hooking your arms over his shoulders and digging your manicured nails into his curls, tugging on the grey streaks. “I need you, please.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Matty’s voice so deep it was almost incoherent, running his tip through your folds but making no effort to push it home. You nod, whining desperately, the feeling of his tip bumping against your clit with every swipe makes you breathless.

“Please.” You beg once more. “I’ve been so good.”

And that was enough to make Matty slide home, pushing in slowly to the hilt and allowing you to adjust to the stretch for all of a few seconds before fucking you in a pace that you lost your breath in.

“Fuck.” He groans, snapping his hips against your own. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” You were too fucked out to reply, Matty took you clenching around him as answer enough. “Wanted me to pull you away so I could fuck you raw and dirty, just how you like it.” He emphasizes by fucking you even harder, your head tossing back against the wall at the feeling. “How you need it.”

You whine, thankful that Matty was fully supporting your body against the wall, knowing that your legs would be too shaky to stand on your own. You didn’t care about the fact that Josh was probably spiking the punch right now, celebrating with the entire football team, not when Matty was fucking you like this.

“I'm the only one who can give it to you like this, the only one who can make you feel like this.” You moan, nodding unashamed, because he was right. Nobody had ever made you feel like this and you knew no one else ever would. “Say it.” Matty orders, hips snapping into your own at a heavenly pace. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

You weren’t sure if you even had a voice to speak, knowing that any words that climbed to the tip of your tongue Matty had stolen with a thrust of his hips, feeling as though he was splitting you open against the wall of the janitor closet.

“You, Matty.” You voice as breathless as you felt, moaning at the feeling of him fucking you harder. “You’re the only one who can fuck me like this.”

“Tell me.” He speaks through a clenched jaw, his eyes more serious now, repeating back the phrase with a deeper underlying meaning behind it, his hips slowing down ever so slightly. “Tell me I'm the only one.

You knew what he meant - tell me I'm the only one you’re sleeping with. You couldn’t help but find it ironic considering the man who was asking you that, knowing that he had probably made his way through the entire faculty, you were probably the last girl to check off his list. And if Matty had known that’s what you thought, he would be quick to tell you how that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yes, he had slept around, of course he did. But he hasn’t even thought about another girl since that night in your classroom.

“Only you.” You promise, tugging on his curls and clenching around him, desperate for him to fuck you with the pace he had set before. “Only ever you.”

Matty fucks animalistic now, fucking you so hard your body was shifting you up the wall.

“That’s right.” He groans. “My fucking girl, all for me, no one else will ever have you like I do.” You whine in agreement, tugging on his curls with one hand and digging your nails into his back with the other. “All for me, fucking made for me.” He repeats, holding you up with one arm and wrapping the other around your throat. “Made to take my cock.” He uses the leverage he had with his hand wrapped around your throat to lift your head off the wall an inch just to knock it back against the wall. You moan at the feeling. “And look how good you do it, baby, fuck.”

You preen at the praise, moaning freely and unashamed, hoping that the music was loud enough to drown out your mixed moans and the sound of skin slapping.

“Never had someone take my cock as well as you do, you’re so fucking good, such a good girl.” Your stomach rolls with jealousy as the reminder that he had been with other women, trying to focus on the fact that he was claiming you were the best instead of on the fact that he had a long list of people to compare you to. It proved to be easier than you thought, especially when Matty was quick to assure you. “My best girl.” He groans, locking eyes with you. “My only girl.”

You whine at that, at the idea that you belonged to him, that he belonged to you, clenching around him as whine after moans fell from your lips. His fingers tighten around your neck, cutting off your airway for a beat, heightening the feeling of his cock pounding into you before loosening the grip so you could gasp for air.

“My dirty girl.” His eyes darken, fucking you impossibly harder now. “Fucking filthy, greedy little slut clenching around my cock.” You whine, clenching around him again before you could stop yourself, he hisses at the feeling. “Look at you.” He coos. “I made you cum twice and you’re still begging for more.”

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be ashamed, not when Matty was fucking you like this, not when he was bringing a hand around your waist to rub two fingers over you sensitive, swollen clit. You gasp at the feeling, so overstimulated and drunk on the feeling that you have no shame in begging. “Please, Matty.” The sound of your breathy tone had Matty fucking you harder, faster, swirling his fingers around your clit at a pace that had your brain melting out of your ears. “I’m so fucking close.”

“I’ll give it to you.” Matty promises, tossing his head back in a groan when you clench around him while dragging your nails down his back. “Give you anything you want, everything you want.” Butterflies swarm at the thought, at the idea that maybe this wasn’t as surface level as you thought, maybe you weren’t the only one who wanted something deeper. “Just gotta ask for it, baby.” He reminds, hips stuttering to signal that he was just as close as you were. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum.” You whine, pitiful and broken, so desperate for it that you’d do anything to be falling apart again. “Please.”

“Yeah, of course you do.” Matty mocks with a strained laugh, groaning with fluttering eyes when you tug on his curls yet again. “William wouldn’t know what to do with such a greedy fucking slut like you, would he?”

The mention of the nerdy man from the earlier had your mind spinning, whining against the wall as Matty fucked you as if his life depended on it.

“He fucking wanted you, would have took you right there on that table if you had let him.” Matty seethes, fingers pinching your clit meanly before flying over the bud and hurdling you towards another mind numbing orgasm. “Poor boy, who’s gonna tell him it takes a filthy man to make you cum?”

“Matty.” You whine, thrashing against the wall, skin on fire and burning hotter with each thrust Matty fixed you with. The pool of heat in your stomach swirling like a hurricane just as Matty’s calloused fingertips did on your clit. “Please, fuck.”

“I told you earlier that I wasn’t gonna stop you.” Matty reminds, doubling his efforts on you and pulling a pleasured scream down from your toes. “Cum for me, princess, cum all over my fucking cock.” He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, throbbing against him as you fall apart for the third time. “That’s it, good fucking girl, so good for me. Feel so good around me, fuck, where do you want me?”

Your body was shaking with the intensity and sensitivity of Matty still fucking you to chase his own release, overstimulated and spent as you lay pliant against the wall and allow Matty to use you for his own pleasure.

“Inside.” You plea through pants, desperate to feel his cum dripping out of you again, a feeling you thought about countless times with your own hand between your thighs. “Please, want you to fill me up.”

“Fucking hell.” Matty groans, still rubbing mind numbing circles over your clit, heat prickling under your skin, barrelling quickly to the surface with how sensitive you were. “Gonna cum, princess, fuck.” He groans before spilling inside of you, the feeling of his load filling you up combined with his fingers still swirling over your bundle of nerves had you falling apart for a fourth and final time, tears pricking at your eyes and falling down your cheeks as you both come down from your high. “Fuck.”

You both fight to catch your breath, thankful for Matty’s ability to hold up your dead weight against the wall, knowing that you’re too spent and sore to stand on your own.

Matty leans down to fix you with a kiss much more tender than ones you’ve shared before, pulling off to lick at a stray tear on your cheek, staring down at you with gleaming eyes still full of desire and mixed with something unknown. “I wish everyone could see you right now.” Rolling his hips lazily, causing your body to jolt against the wall and a pitiful whine to tumble from your lips. “See how fucked out you are, so fucking pretty like this.” Leaning down to kiss you tenderly once more, mumbling against your mouth. “Pretty all the time.”

You smile into the kiss, twirling one of his curls around your finger and tugging on it slightly, allowing the butterflies to fly freely in your stomach now. You didn’t care that you were falling for the man you were wrapped up in, not when he was looking down at you as if you were the only girl in the world.

But you weren’t, in fact, you weren’t even the only girl in the building. The reminder that the two of you were in public, in a space full of coworkers and students had your eyes widening and panic start to settle in your chest. “Oh my god, how am I supposed to go back out there.”

You knew you looked as fucked out as you felt. Your dress was wrinkled, eyes glassed over, mascara tears drying on your cheeks, hair knotted from being fucked against the wall. There was no way you’d be able to walk about there without every single person knowing what happened in this closet.

Matty smiles, a mischievous grin that had you narrowing your eyes at him. “Oh, you don’t know?”

You squint your eyes further, tilting your head to the side. “What?”

“That you’re not feeling very well.” He comments off handedly, shrugging. His mischievous smile turned into a full blown grin now. “Must have picked up the stomach bug from one of your students, I had to take you home an hour ago.”

You gawk at him, trying to wrack your brain around what he was saying to you and smacking his shoulder when it finally hit you. “You told everyone that I was sick?”

“Yeah, only reason I wasn’t right on your heels when you came to the closet.” He shrugs, you could tell by the look on his face that he was feeling quite proud of himself. “Knew I was gonna tear you apart and you wouldn’t be able to come back.” He smiles, cocky and arrogant. You roll your eyes at the sight. He snorts, pinching your hip and teasing. “You’re welcome.”

“Please.” You scoff. “So why did we fuck in this tiny closet when we had the freedom to leave and go somewhere less,” You cut yourself off to glance around at the dingy closet full of cleaning supplies, choosing your words carefully before settling on. “public.”

“Because,” Matty drew the word out, leaning in to kiss you, mumbling against your lips. “I wanted everyone to know who you belong to before I take you home and fucking ruin you.”

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drunk in love (d word matty x reader smut)

d word smut hiatus over, everyone cheer! inspired by a fun anon i got, takes place immediately after this blurb from last year. enjoy <3

matty's skin is warm under your lips, the salt from the ocean you both swam in earlier still lingering faintly. it's a nice contrast to the sweetness of the champagne you're currently sharing, entwined on a blanket on a deserted malibu beach, watching the setting sun.

once you're done kissing all over your boyfriend's palm, you continue your trail up his middle and index fingers, cheekily taking them into your mouth with a wink. matty giggles, champagne escaping the corner of his lip and dripping down his lightly-stubbled chin; quick as a flash, you stop sucking his fingers in favour of catching the liquid on his face with your tongue, savouring the heady taste of it and him before attaching your lips to his own. your brain is already fuzzy from the bubbles in the drink, and matty's lips and tongue certainly don't help it - when he finally pulls away to breathe, slowly releasing your bottom lip from between his teeth and grinning, you're actually woozy.

he brushes a thumb over your cheek, glowing in the golden hour light. “hi, baby. i love you.”

“i love you,” you beam. the words still feel unfamiliar on your tongue, but getting to say them rather than think them makes you glow as much on the inside as matty is in the evening sunlight. “and i love telling you that i love you.”

“me too,” matty kisses your forehead, then your nose, then all over your face, drawing giggles from your throat; with a chuckle of his own, he pulls you into his chest for a cuddle. “fuck, i love you so much. my sweet girl.”

there's no doubt in your mind that he means it. in fact, there's nothing in your mind except thoughts of matty, how much you love him, and how you wish you could stay in this moment forever, bottle the feelings and the atmosphere and cork it like the champagne in your hand.

you think it might be twice as potent as the alcohol, though. but maybe that's just him.

still holding you, matty moves to lie on his back; he twirls your sun-dried hair around his fingers while you shuffle on top of him to get comfy, smiling warmly when you look up at him. he’s so beautiful that it breaks your heart, all happy-tired and messy-haired and soft worn-out band tee, but the total adoration for you in those pretty eyes is enough to mend it again.

with a kiss to his chest, right where his tattoo is, you sit up, stretching as you take a swig of the champagne set into a little well of sand beside you. matty sighs, moving his hands behind his head and continuing to look at you lovingly. “you're gorgeous, you know that, yeah?”

your cheeks burn as you shake your head. “you're drunk, baby.”

“well, maybe a little bit. but you're still gorgeous,” he runs his hands down your bare thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “i always think that. even when i'm asleep.”

“you dream about me?”

“yeah. a lot.”

“nightmares?”

“no, for fuck's sake,” matty huffs out a laugh, flicking you on the thigh while you giggle. “always good dreams, when you're involved.”

“that's cute, babe,” you trace a little heart on the strip of bare skin visible where matty's t-shirt rides up. “what about sexy ones?”

matty smirks, nodding slowly. “oh yeah,” you have no idea if he means to or not, but he slides his hands across the tops of your thighs, pads of his calloused fingers tracing patterns into the silky skin on the inside of your upper legs; it makes you shiver, in the most delicious way. “those dreams are my favourite.”

“really?” you beam, flirtily biting your lip. “what are we doing in them, my love?”

matty watches as you take another drink from the champagne bottle, his pupils dilating yet never breaking from your own. “well, sweetheart, a lot of the time… you're doing something quite like that.”

“oh?” you blink faux-innocently, flicking your tongue over the opening of the bottle. “like this… daddy?”

your boyfriend groans, shuffling beneath you to try and alleviate the obviously-growing hardness in his shorts. still, he doesn't break eye contact with you, even when you slide your lips as far down the glass neck of the bottle as you can. “jesus christ, princess,” he whines, watching you pull off the bottle and tip some more of its contents into your mouth. “c'mere. wanna kiss you.”

mouth still half-full of champagne, you lean down and let your lips be manipulated by matty's. he moans softly when the alcohol falls into his mouth, drawing satisfied noises from your own throat as he licks practically all traces of it from you - these noises only increase in volume and quantity when his hands slide down to grab at your bikini-clad ass, rocking you back and forth across the hardness below you. it's heavenly, actually, being like this with the man you love in a place like this, just the two of you and the day's last warmth of the sun and the soft crashing of the sea behind you. your head is cloudy, from both bottle and boyfriend, but the desire in your stomach is as sharp as it's ever been.

you need to get matty off. now.

pulling back from his lips just enough to talk, you take a deep breath. “daddy,” your voice is soft, eyes wide and adoring and trained right on matty's, just the way you know fucks him up to an insane degree. “please can i suck you off?”

“shit,” comes the shaky reply, your boyfriend's soft lips meeting your own once again before he talks. “right now, sweet girl? princess wants to make daddy feel good, right out on the beach like this?”

you nod, an involuntary rush of pleasure pooling in your bikini. “mhmm.”

“come on, princess, you can do better than that,” matty runs his thumb over your lips, pulling them apart. “be a good girl and use your words, yeah?”

“mkay,” you smile sweetly at him. “wanna make you feel so good, daddy,” you kiss down over his jaw and up his neck, savouring the little moans he can't hold back before you talk again - well, whisper directly in his ear. “wanna show you how much i love you.”

the noise matty makes in response to that is almost enough to make you cum. he gently guides your head so he can look at you properly, kissing you surprisingly sweetly given the circumstances. “love you, my perfect girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “go on, then, do whatever you want to me. m'all yours. always.”

you hum happily. “all mine.”

matty nods, forehead resting against your own, voice barely a whisper. “yours,” he gently taps your cheek. “let me get ready for you, darling, yeah?”

“alright,” with a final kiss to his nose, you climb off matty's lap, watching as he moves to sit back on his knees and then settling onto your stomach in front of him. this position was an accidental discovery, borne out of you being too eager to get your mouth on him to let him move to lie down, and it's now a mutual favourite; you can watch each other, it's quite comfy for both of you, and - most crucially - it's incredibly easy for matty to fuck your mouth if he wants to.

you hope he does, today. but you'll have to put some work in first for that to happen, so you gently tug down his shorts just enough to free his cock, enjoying the little whine from the man above you when you take it in your hand. eyes locking onto matty's, you let a line of spit drip from your lips onto the head of his dick, smiling at the way he breathes shakily when you slowly pump him. “will you hold my hair back for me, please?”

“of course,” matty does as you ask, swearing under his breath when you press a kiss to the tip as a thank you, wrapping your lips around and flicking your tongue over it just as you did with the champagne. “beautiful girl, so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth. use it on me, princess, that's my good girl.”

and who would you be to deny him?

you start slow, shallow, savouring the salt of him on your tongue; it cuts through the lingering sweetness of the champagne in the most delectable way, and soon enough you're speeding up your movements, inching further and further down your boyfriend's dick with every movement of your head. and even if you weren't completely obsessed with the way he tastes, the way he feels… the noises he's making, those gorgeous whimpers and groans and whines of your name, they would be enough to spur you on.

the noises turn to proper dirty talk after one particular movement; when he hits the back of your throat, you can't help but gag slightly, and the feeling of it seems to drive matty insane. “christ, princess, love it when you take all of me in that pretty mouth. so good for me, taking me so fucking well.”

you hum happily around him, pulling off quickly to breathe and beam at matty before ducking back down and taking him fully, again. squeezing your thumb in your fist with one hand, you use the other to flatten matty's hand on the back of your head; he understands immediately, gently pressing you down to keep your lips at the base of his cock and his length in your throat. you gag again, despite your thumb trick, but you don't make any attempt to move - you love being like this, mostly because you know matty loves it. he looks down at you, pretty eyes hazy with desire, smiling lazily as your teary gaze meets his own. “fucking hell, princess, look at you,” he coos. “pretty little - breathe, baby, that's it - pretty little slut for me, aren't you? sucking daddy's dick on the beach, where anyone could see, dirty girl. fucking love it,” his face softens, and he softly wipes the tears from your eyes with his free hand. “fucking love you.”

your heart glows, and you pull your mouth off your boyfriend, gasping for breath but still continuing to stroke him as you refill your airways. pressing a kiss to his hip tattoo, you grin up at him. “love you so much. and i need you to fuck my mouth almost equally as much, daddy. please?”

“god, you're so fucking cute. my needy girl,” matty laughs, massaging your scalp. “and to think you were quite innocent when i met you - had never had good sex, and now you're begging me to fuck your face in public. mental.”

you roll your eyes, cheeks burning - not so much out of shame for what you're doing, but more out of embarrassment for how clueless about sex you were when you met him. “yeah, yeah. but you fucking love it, don't you?”

“i do. i love everything you do,” matty boops your nose, smiling. “being in love with someone tends to make you feel like that, though.”

“yeah, it does, doesn't it?” you kiss the head of his dick again, smiling at the way he giggles. “and you know what i love you doing to me, yeah?”

“point taken, princess,” matty weaves his hands into your hair. “you know the drill - three taps if it gets too much, alright? and please remember to breathe, my love. no dick is worth dying for, even mine.”

you sigh. “you're an idiot. i can't believe i'm in love with you,” readjusting yourself on the blanket, you smile up at your boyfriend. “ready?”

“yeah. you?”

blinking coquettishly, you nod. “yes, daddy.”

“good girl.”

matty's eyes don't leave yours for a second as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. he's beautiful like this, you somehow manage to think despite your pleasure-addled brain, jaw slack and pouty lips parted and chest heaving, looking at you like he wants to eat you alive; that last bit changes when he’s fully down your throat, though, eyelids fluttering shut as he tentatively begins to fuck into you. “oh, baby,” he practically whimpers, hips speeding up a little - involuntarily, you think. regardless, you moan, and the vibrations egg him on even more. “i'm not going to last long, princess. you're too - jesus - too fucking good at this. made for it, yeah? made for me, for gagging on my dick like the slut only i know you are. talk to me, angel. tell me who you belong to.”

christ. you're fucking soaked.

you move to pull away so you can talk, but matty harshly pushes your head back down; another bolt of pleasure gushes into your bikini bottoms as he does. “i didn't tell you to stop doing that, princess,” he murmurs. “are you so cockdrunk that you can't multitask anymore? aww, baby.”

“no,” you whine, the sound barely inaudible with your mouth already so preoccupied. “m'sorry.”

“then i'll ask again,” a sharp tug on your hair makes you look up at your boyfriend - imminently close to orgasm, you recognise. “who do you belong to?”

you do your best to reply as clearly as possible. “i belong to you, daddy.”

matty smiles. “fuck yeah you do, princess,” his hips stutter, as do his moans, signalling what you already knew - he's about to cum. “and whose is daddy?”

fuck, you love him so much. “mine.”

and that's what does it for matty - with a groan of your name, he cums down your throat, holding your head in place until he's totally finished thrusting through the climax. you slide off him carefully, keeping your mouth open and the white liquid on your tongue to show him before you swallow; matty swears as you do, swigging more of the champagne before pulling you up to kiss him, letting the sweet and the salt mingle between the two of you as he wraps his arms around your waist. your head is spinning, a mixture of breathlessness and tiredness and drunkenness and matty, but you know you'll be alright in his arms. safest place in the world, you think.

he kisses your nose when he pulls back. “thank you, my darling. that was… yeah, that was incredible. you were incredible, perfect girl.”

shrugging, you snuggle into his chest. “i just like making you feel good, angel.”

“you're really fucking good at it,” matty giggles, sliding his hands under the hem of your t-shirt and kissing your temple. “will you let me return the favour, sweetheart?”

“can i cash it in a bit later tonight, baby?” you look up at him a bit shyly. “might sound, like, cliché or cringe or whatever, but i kind of just want to watch this sunset with you right now. if you want to, that is. we can do something else if you think it'll be boring.”

matty looks at you so tenderly you think you might cry, an eye-crinkling smile spreading across his face. “i don't think i could ever find anything boring if i was with you,” he kisses you, chastely, but the love is obvious in his lips. “come on, let's cuddle.”

and you do, until the stars appear in the inky-blue sky, and you and matty have drank all the ones stored in the bottle - which, incidentally, you make matty carry you back to the beach for, after you both decide to go indoors, tipsily saying “we can't litter, baby. what if a sea creature gets stuck in it?” and almost toppling the two of you when you reach to pick it up.

he puts you down quite reluctantly on the decking next to the kitchen door, grumbling while you put the empty bottle in the waste bucket. “hate not holding you.”

“awwwwww, baby. s'just for a second, though,” you - with some difficulty, admittedly - gently turn on the hose hanging on the side of the house. “okay - ooh, it's warm,” giggling, you hand the hose to your boyfriend. “right. get me wet, babe.”

matty smirks. “done that already, i reckon.”

“nooooooooo, not like that,” you sigh. “i mean get the sand off my legs. can't go in all messy. s'not our house.”

“could be,” matty says, absentmindedly waving the stream of water at your calves.

“hmm?”

“i could buy it. we could live here,” he smirks as another thought comes into his head. “you could just wear those sexy little bikinis all the time. i'd love that,” his smirk fades into a dazed smile as he daydreams. the hose almost slips from his grasp, and the stream of water goes up too high and soaks your t-shirt as he fumbles to catch it. “oh, fuck.”

you shriek, the water sobering you up. “matthew!”

“sorry, darli- actually, no i'm not,” the smirk returns as your boyfriend takes in the white t-shirt now clinging to you like a second skin. “i am not sorry at all, fucking hell.”

“god, you're such a boy. give me that,” you frown, turning the hose on matty and rinsing the sand from his legs in seconds. “there. easy peasy.”

“you're not going to get me all wet? you know i love it when you do that.”

despite your annoyance, you grin. “take me inside and i might.”

“no need to tell me twice, darling,” matty scoops you up, bridal-style, and carries you through the french doors into the kitchen. with a kiss to your nose, he sets you down on the counter beside the sink, leaving you to flick the cabinet lights on while he closes and locks - with a little bit of difficulty, given his tipsiness - the door, before returning to you for another sloppy kiss. he tastes like champagne, even sweeter than usual, and you're mildly upset by the loss of it when he pulls back and raises your arms for you. “need to get this wet top off you, sweetheart. can't have my love getting a cold, now, can i?”

you giggle, letting him pull the t-shirt over your head and drop it into the sink. “take yours off, too? not that you're as at risk as i am, obv. i just think you're fit.”

he laughs, obliging you. “i love you.”

“love you,” biting your lip, you lightly drag your nails down matty's chest, hooking them in the waistband of his shorts and looking up at him as seductively as you can. “would it be possible for me to cash in that favour from earlier, baby?”

“i like the sound of that,” matty kisses you deeply, hands finding their way home to your tits and squeezing gently. “wanna go down on you first, though, if you'll have me.”

“yeah,” you whisper into him. “how do you want me, daddy?”

he smiles against you. “i want to bend you over this fucking counter, princess. how's that sound?”

shit. your bikini’s practically soaked through. “sounds so fucking good. thank you.”

“my sweet, filthy girl,” matty coos, kissing you. he gently lifts you off the counter and sets you down on the floor, stepping back slightly. “alright, you know what to do.”

with a quick final kiss and a whispered “i love you”, which is eagerly reciprocated, you turn away from matty and bend over the counter. the surface is cold under your bare chest, and your entire body trembles slightly; matty groans quietly at that, a sure sign his eyes are glued to your ass. without warning, he brings his hand down on it sharply, eliciting a moan from your lips and a matching “fuck” from his. “god, princess,” he murmurs, rubbing the now-sore spot on your ass. “you're so fucking hot. gonna make you feel so good, baby, alright?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, wiggling your ass in total desperation. “please, please, daddy.”

“relax, my girl,” there's the sound of movement, and you whimper when you feel his breath on your core. “let daddy take care of you.”

you've barely whined out an agreement before matty's tongue is on your clit, flicking over the bundle of nerves before licking a flat stripe up your cunt. you gasp at the feeling, a gasp that quickly turns to a moan when you feel him dip his tongue into you, groaning at the taste he's often told you is his favourite thing in the world; you never really believe him, but the enthusiasm with which he's utterly devouring you right now hints that he might not actually be exaggerating. his hands are warm, firmly gripping your ass to keep you exactly where he wants you while he makes out - there's really no other word to describe it - with your cunt. you're not sure whether it's drunkenness or tiredness or something else, but matty's sloppier than usual with his mouth, his usual precise (deadly) tongue flicks replaced with messy licks and sucks and grazes with his teeth.

it's not like you'll complain, though; he's still making you feel good, drawing half-screamed whines out of you every two seconds, and you can feel how desperate he is for you to cum, all over his face. and isn't that just the hottest thing of all?

you find it so hot, actually, that you give your boyfriend what he wants in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time. after what seems to be an attempt by matty to bury his entire tongue inside you, your body begins to shake, nerves sending bursts of electric pleasure into the pit of your stomach and lifting your heels off the ground slightly; matty smacks your ass again, a warning for you to keep still so he can finish you off properly, and you whimper. “need to cum, daddy, please, please. so fucking close, so so fucking close. can i?”

matty doesn't answer, but his mouth continues its efforts - your grasp on reality isn't too great at the minute, but you're pretty sure he gets even wilder, even more enthusiastic, licking up past your cunt and frantically sucking your clit in his determination to get you off. and he fucking loves it; in the end, it's the vibrations from him moaning into you that actually tip you over the edge, kinetic energy coursing back through your nervous system as you cry out. “yeah, yeah, daddy, m'cumming. oh, fuck me fuck me fuck me, please, so good, so fucking good.”

amidst your babbling and the orgasm still ebbing from your body, you're vaguely aware of matty pulling away from you, one hand leaving your ass as he pulls himself to stand - that changes about a second later, though, when he slides into you without warning and just thrusts. you smile breathlessly, cheek smushed into the counter, sighing contentedly. “oh, thank you.”

“so sweet for me, princess,” matty laughs breathily, his tender tone at odds with the roughness he's fucking you with. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you whine at a particularly good thrust. “oh, fuck, daddy, please don't stop.”

“wouldn't dream of it, my love,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me again?”

“yes.” you aren't lying - already, your limbs are starting to tremble again.

“yes what?” matty fucks harder into you, hips slapping against your own. “who is it that's making you feel so good, princess?”

you gulp, eyes rolling back into your head from the overwhelming pleasure. “yes, daddy. s'you making me feel good, making me cum.”

the smile in your boyfriend's voice is audible. “that's my girl. c'mere, sweetheart,” matty pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest, still fucking you as he turns your head to look over your shoulder. “give daddy a kiss.”

you oblige eagerly, sloppily kissing him and letting his tongue explore your mouth. throughout it all, his hips don't let up, and the pressure in your stomach grows with every further movement. “m'close again,” you whimper into matty, moaning when you feel his hand slide down the front of your body to your clit. “so close.”

“yeah?” you boyfriend coos against your lips. “want me to make you cum, sweet girl?”

the pleasure is blinding, your vision literally blurring as you reach breaking point. “please, daddy.”

matty smiles, fingers frantic between your thighs. “go on then.”

his lips attach themselves to your neck as you tip your head back onto his shoulder, orgasm hitting you like a freight train for the second time in minutes. you wail a garbled mixture of your boyfriend's name and the nickname only you call him, throwing an arm back around his neck to keep him close while he fucks you as best he can through your climax, given that you're clenching so tightly around his dick.

once the aftershocks subside, you flop forward; matty stops you from clattering against the counter by wrapping an arm around your stomach and lowering you gently, hips faltering as he chases his own release. “shhh, baby, i know,” he murmurs, hand returning home to your hip and softly rubbing patterns into the skin. “so good, so perfect for daddy, princess. want me to fill you up?”

turning your face on the cold wood, you smile at him, completely fucked out - he doesn't look any better, you note, sweaty and tired and red and maybe the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. “mhmm,” you nod slowly. “love you.”

“i love you, so much - oh, fuck, sweetheart,” matty spills inside you with a groan, resting his forehead against your back as he slows to a stop. you can feel him smiling into you. “christ, i'm fucking knackered - well, actually,” pulling out of you with a hiss and a hushed “sorry, baby”, matty turns and lifts you to sit on the counter, angling your hips just so to avoid creating more of a mess. “reckon i'm awake enough to clean you up before bed, if you like.”

you card your fingers through his hair. “you really do so much for me. s'amazing.”

he shrugs. “what can i say? i love you.”

smiling, you pull him in for a hug. “i love you too. come on, let's go and clean up.”

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