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Chapter 4 I also forgot to mention the fic is called

HEART OUT

Word count 2953

Still angsty atm , mention of possible panic/anxiety attacks , I swear it does get better (many typos )

I get into my class and sit down. I've been placed in a seat that is the closest to the teachers desk as this class is my least favourite so I tend to mess around so I've been moved were Mrs Greer can see me. She's already sat in the class waiting for us all to come in and get out books out. I don't really have many people in this class to talk to as I keep to myself as well as quite disruptive. So for the most part I start on the starter task which takes me almost all of five minute to get frustrated over tearing my page out of my book and throwing it into the bin missing slightly. She spotted me throwing it and asked me to go pick it back up. I skulk over to where I missed it then turn around to the person behind me "hey watch me basket this from my seat ". After returning to my seat with the balled up peice of paper I try again to get it into the bin. I get it in this time and cheer loudly in faux excitement "look what I just fuckin did ".

"Mr Healy have you started the task on the board "

"Yes I have but it doesn't make sense "

I can hear her trying to explain the question to me but I'm just not in the right headspace to listen to her. So I turn around and start talking to the person behind me about utter nonsense

"Mr Healy I'm trying to help you ...are you paying attention

"I am paying attention I just don't get it " I raise my voice a little. Which on my behalf not the brightest idea

"Am I going to have to remove your from the class ..,your being very hostile right now "

"Oh am I , we'll what do you know Matty Healy not paying attention in math class " I know I'm winding her up but I really do just want to be removed from the class today maybe go home early even

"Right I don't think that's anyway to be behaving right now...please go wait outside and I'll talk to you once I've gotten everyone settled

"Nah there's no need I'll just go" and with that I pick up my rucksack and leave slamming the door in my wake. That was very much not my worst encounter with this particular teacher but honestly she knows it's just going to get worse as the class progresses so throwing me out was a better idea.

I go back outside for another smoke and snap George "I'm not staying here today I really am not " . While I'm in the process of lighting my cigarette I hear my head of year behind me "Matty what do you think your doing with that..."

"Oh uh nothing " it's not fully lit yet so I just drop it back into my pocket

"And what are you doing out of class "

"I just walked out I can't be there right now ...I'm not feeling great today and maths is just messing with me head "

My head of year gestures for me to sit down and she sits next to me "so you really think it wise to be skipping on lessons this close to your GCSEs especially maths when I know how much your struggling "

"I just can't not today" I place my head in my hands as my breathing become ragged "I just wanna go home ....can I phone my dad to come pick me up "

"How about you just come back to my office with me and we talk for a bit ...I know you struggle talking about feeling but we can sit down have a biscuit and some tea and just relax ...have you been taking your medication...I've seen a decline in your behaviour the last week or so " she knows me pretty well and I do feel safer in her company so I just nod my head yes to coming with her to her office but then reply with a "no I haven't taken my meds they just make me feel so sluggish and slow ...like a zombie ...I don't like it ...so I stopped " . We rise from the cold grey step at the front and make our way back inside . I stuff my hands into my pockets as we walk.

"You know that's not wise Matty " she looks at me sympathetically as she can hopefully understand what I might feel like

"I know but I'd rather just be jumpy and hyper than feel like I being held back and stuff " I pull my rucksack around me properly again as it was slipping down my shoulders due to my slouchy walk

"We'll we can see what else we can do about that another time , in we go " she unlocks her office door and pulls up a chair close to her desk and I sit myself down basically curling myself into me

"Now if we may start , would you like to tell me what's been wrong lately. If we can maybe have a little chat and later we can get you back to class "

"No! " I accidentally shout "sorry Miss , sorry I just don't really want to go back , if you won't let me go home can I just stay in here and do work please "

"We can discuss that later yeh , just let's have a chat , tell me something good that's going on and something that you need to let out "

I let out a long sigh deciding to start with the good thing i suppose "we'll uh the boys and I have written a song for the school production and Mr Hardy said that if we get him a demo in by next Friday he might consider letting us sing it , that's quite exciting. It's not set in stone yet but we'd really like to do it , the boys are quite pumped really "

She smiling at me contently "that's very impressive Matty, and what's plaguing you ?"

I can feel my eyes start to well up and sting before I even begin to describe it "uh, I uh , just fuckin really miss Janey like a lot " tears start pouring down my face "and she only got into the wreck like 3 months ago and no one's talking about it and I understand that people don't want me to be upset by it but I just wish people would at least seem like they care and it would make me feel less like it was my fault which I feel like that anyway cuz I was the one messing around in the car while we were driving and obviously a little intoxicated , and ....l" my breath hitches "I just can't stand not having her around she was my closest friend miss and I can't do any of this without her " I breakdown right there and then and it just doesn't stop.

Miss Conner's came over to me quickly and wrapped an arm round me and kept telling me everything would be okay and that its out now and it should hurt less now.

I don't calm down for at least ten minutes that's when I get my breathing back to a steady pace, my eyes now puffy and itchy. "Can I please just go home Miss".

I can sense her really pondering it for a minute "alright , I'll let you off today but try and come in tomorrow and if you really need to I can get some work from your teachers and we can try work on some stuff together, Can we try that ?"

"I can certainly try Miss".

"So, who am I calling, your mum or dad "

"Dad, please, He's at work so you'll have to call there, can I speak to him just so I can explain"

"let me just call him and you can talk once I've spoken to him , please just stay in here quietly for a second while I go get a phone "

"alright "I watch her leave the room then get my phone out and text my mum letting her know ill be coming home so to not be surprised that I'm home when she's home I go to snapchat to speak to George he's replied few times since my last message

"I'm sure that's not the case right "then not long after there's a video of him and what I assume to be his friends all huddled outside smoking captioned "finally getting my smokes "

I snap him back instantly trying to plaster on a fake smile even though my eyes look terrible and my hairs a state as I've wracked my hands through it a million times since reaching the office "that's amazing, I'm sure you've got to feel a little better now for sure".

I get an immediate reply of his face and god does he look good when he looks free and at peace "yeh man I feel way better, how about you, what's wrong you look upset?"

Another message comes through but just texts "I'm here and I know we barley know each other but I'm here"

"I don't really wanna talk about it right now , I'm just feeling the worst today, I'm going home from school early, so if I don't answer its probably because my dad is trying cheer me up or I'm napping but I'll talk to you later. Thank you though "

Just then Miss Conners comes back in the room, on the phone to my dad. I only catch the end of the conversation.

"Matty would like to talk to you, I'll hand the phone over", I jump up and get to the phone.

"Hi Dad"

"Hiya son, what's up lad".

"just really not having the best day, don't feel great "

"Im at work right now lad, but I go on my break at 12, I can pick you up then, can you hang on that long son, Its about an hour yeh?"

"If I have too , then I will, I love you Da".

"I love too son, I'll see you soon alright"

I hand the phone back over to Miss Conners "He's coming to get me at lunch time". After a small look around the office I notice a small sofa on the back wall "Do you mind if I rest for an hour?"

"I know I should be trying to be getting you work to do but if you really need it then ill let you today" she gestures to the sofa behind me "just have a rest there it might help you feel a little better"

"Thanks Miss". I drop my rucksack on the floor next to the sofa next to me once I've sat down and try to get somewhat comfortable. Once I've closed my eyes I let the world around me die down and quieten trying to ignore it all.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I realise Miss is shaking me out of my slumber "Matty, your dads here, he's just waiting outside". It takes me a good few minutes to get myself together, wracking my hands through my hair and rubbing my eyes "Thanks for listening". She takes me through reception and lets the receptionist know where I'm going. Then I say my good-byes and make my way to my dad's car and hop in after throwing my rucksack in the back

"Hiya". I strap myself in as my dad takes off

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong then son?"

"I told you I just feel really ill". I don't want to look at him as I know I'll just breakdown again, so I pull my discarded cigarette from my pocket and roll the window down quickly lighting up and relaxing a little.

"Have you had anything too eat and no before you start those don't count", He means my fags "No not yet, I was gunna get something at break, but it totally skipped my mind". He's looking at me like I've just killed the pope now. "Dad come on I'm sorry"

"I know love, but honestly you really need to work on eating right. your bloody skin and bone as it is"

"I know Dad I really am trying; I just can't find the time for something as menial as eating right now, I know its important but I'm so busy and forget so easily". My dad knows the struggles I had when I was younger so doesn't push me with it

"What about sleep, how is that going now that you've stopped your meds?"

"Yeh that doesn't seem to be going as well as id have liked it to, my brain just won't stop running, everything is just blur then its time to sleep it doesn't work, I got a few hours last night and had a nap at school. It's just hard to settle down".

"I know your busy and they make you tired and you don't like them all that much but are you sure going off the meds was the best idea".

"We've already done this dad, I know you and mum didn't really agree with it but I don't feel like myself on them, I'll learn to cope without them I promise". My head is pounding at this point and my ears were ringing "Can we stop and get a coffee?"

"sure we can but first I need you to promise you'll get something to eat and have a proper sleep when I drop you back home". He's looking directly at me I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my skull. I turn to look at him after dropping the remanence of my cigarette onto the ground below me "I can get something to eat , but I've got work at half three and if I go to sleep now I wont wake up in time , but ill try to get an early night".

"That I can live with". The rest of the car ride goes by quite quietly even after he goes through the maccies drive through to get us both a coffee. The warmth of the cup momentarily stopping the tremor in my hands. "Thank you, Dad, I love you". I really do adore my dad were remarkably similar in many ways and my dad has always been my biggest supporter in anything I do "I love you too son."

He drops me back at home just after 12:30 after saying a quick goodbye I unlock the front door and slam it behind me as I watch my dad leave for work again. I drop my bag at the front door and quickly make my way upstairs to my room. My haven. After setting my record player up I put my Joy Division record on and lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling. I feel like I've laid their ages, but I think it's only been about ten minutes as I'm only on the third track on the record, but my head starts to spin more, and my stomach feel weird "ah shit". I get up quickly and run to the bathroom nearly tripping over the mess scattered around my room just making it to the bathroom as I throw up violently. My whole-body shakes as I retch as there is not much to come out of my stomach this is a quite common occurrence these days, but I don't hate it any less. I sit next to the toilet with my back against the cool tiles on the wall trying to catch my breath. This part of my day is never fun. I sit there for another 20 minutes just to make sure I don't need to throw up again and let the shaking subside.

I take out my phone, I go to message Ross to ask him for help, but I think twice about it he's already worried enough as it is, so I see myself hovering over George's name. He doesn't really know me so it shouldn't be too bad. I message him "Bro I'm so sick, I can't deal with today". He doesn't have to help me or really know how to but telling someone might help a little. I get a text through not much longer after

"Why what's wrong love?" Love? where did that come from? It takes a minute for me to think of a reply to him that doesn't make me sound like a mad man.

"Just been a tough day ay, my whole body is against me right now, my brain is fighting a losing battle with itself and I just wanna disappear, also love?" I catch myself staring at the sentence for a little longer than I feel I should have, and my cheeks start to flush, and the reply startles me a little "sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm just so used to saying that , I didn't think but seriously mate that's seems like a lot to be dealing with is there anything I can do to help?" . He's so damn sweet "I don't think anyone can help at this point G". That's the honest I have been in a while the only person that can help me is me but I've no idea how to do that. "Well, I'm going to do what I can to help, no matter how long it takes." I just throw quick thank you back because I don't really know what else to say at this point.

I get back up off the floor and begin to strip my uniform from my body a shower might do me good

i just had an a wild thought , I lied , the first band that got me to wanna be a band apparently wasn’t t75 , it was The Kaiser Chiefs THEN t75 😂🤦😂🤦😂

It’s the tiny pushing up of the damn glasses that do it for me every-time it just makes me feral

FOR NOT A SINGLE DAMN REASON

// 20.10.23 // Charlotte // Me

© iliwysalyssa

Chapter 29

This chapter is so bad I swear but I wanted to get it done for people and I hope you like it..

Comments are most appreiciated

George's POV

A few hours after we had done what we'd done we were both sat with each other quietly just studying our own stuff with each other's company, it was peaceful and it really helped me having him there just the extra person to give you comfort, studying in my own got really boring and it was really starting to drive me insane but while he was there with me it helped a lot , every now and then I'd catch him mumbling little things to himself like "nah man your an idiot", or simple sums trying to work out his maths problems a few times I did notice him get a little frustrated and upset so I helped him through a couple of solutions on how to fix them because I know maths can be challenging and he's told me before that it was something he didn't like, but in turn he'd helped me through my English literature paper which I am eternally grateful for. Even though I was enjoying the peace and we were both getting work done there was still a little problem itching at the back of my brain that I needed to ask about. I was just scared to ask incase it wasn't my place too, but I think he could tell because in the last fifteen minutes all I'd done was stare into space or directly at him and he'd caught me a few times

"Hey my love , can I ask you something"

"If it's about maths darlin, it should be me asking you?" , I know for a fact he knows what I'm going to ask him so he's just trying to make light of the situation before it gets a little deeper

"No my love , I need to ask you about the other night" , I visibly saw him tense at the question and he dropped his pen in the desk and scrubbed his face over with his hands

"What about it gorgeous?"

"Can you tell me what happened"

"Nothing happened really , it was just a bad day", At this he picked up his pen and tried to concentrate on his work again but I could tell he was a little nervous, stressed out maybe and I don't want to be the person that causes that for him but I also don't want him to feel like he can't tell me how he's feeling. I don't want to push it I know he'll tell me in his own time but I'm worried for him. For now I just let him concentrate on his work it'll keep him focused for now but I know I'm going to worry about him. Getting back to my own work will be a challenge. I try I really do but it's hard and I can't seem to focus on it and I know he's watching me "George"

"Yeh?"

"I'm sorry, I know you worry about me but it's just if I tell you, you'll just worry more and I can't do that to you"

"My love , I understand it's difficult for you but I need you to hear me out here, we're talking and we like each other right , you would be worried if I was in the same position as you right ...", I pause for a second to let him answer which he does with a small nod. "You'd want me to tell you what was going on yeh ?" , he nods again slightly looking more sheepish and shy. "We'll then you understand that if I'm asking how things were it's because I need to know and of course I'm going to worry but it's important I know so I can help"

"I know you wanna help , it's just complicated Georgie, and I would tell you but I don't really understand why it happened , other than I was really deep in my own head"

"We'll we can start there , what were you thinking about , what was going on your head"

"There's just always so much going on my head all the time , I can't shut it up you know, it's so hard to feel comfortable when you can hear everything that's going on and theres just so much pressure in my head and it feels like I'm going to explode if I don't shut it up, and if I do explode I just get angry at everyone and I hate that , drugs or alcohol are the only way I know that makes it quiet for a little while , I can lose myself and feel like I'm not actually in my own body for a while" , Matty had shoved his books out of the way and was resting his face in his hands while his elbows dug into the desk that he was working at.

"What did you take?, it's okay if you don't want to say", I think I probably know the answer since it was only a few days ago when it happened last but if I can be more knowledgeable about how to help him when he's on a come down then it'll make things a little easier for him.

He looks a little uncomfortable, fidgeting in his seat "Coke, but I drank a bit too and I think my body just kind of shut down, because one minute I was okay and the next I felt like I was dying and that's never happened before , like you know the panic just over took me and I couldn't breath, I just thought we'll this is it , for a second I didn't mind which is the scary part"

"You...you don't ....you don't really wanna die do you"

"Not right now I don't no, but in the moment I didn't mind for just a second, I'm not going anywhere though darling I promise , I just find it hard sometimes"

"How does it feel when your on a come down , from what I know about drugs there's always a come down" I'd moved over to my bed at this point my work completely forgotten about, the bed being more comfortable.

"I either get really clingy to people cuz I'm in pain or I'm just angry and I hate that. It usually happens a couple hours after , Ross is really good at dealing with me he's been doing it a long time loads more times than he should really, I mean I'm always clingy so I'd understand that he can deal with that but when I'm angry he deals with it so we'll I couldn't ask for anyone better"

I know Ross is his best friend but I still couldn't help but resent him a little, it's maybe even jealousy that he gets to be with Matty as much as he wants he can just go see him anytime he likes, sees him at his best and can help him through his worse. Ross is amazing from what I've seen over the weekend he's a wonderful guy and I'm glad that Matty had someone but I'm just envy him a little. I must be thinking about it harder than I thought I was because Matty pulls me out of my thoughts "Georgie ??"

"Mmm?"

"What're you thinking about darling? , you were very deep in thought just then"

"I just wish I could be there , wish I could be the one you could rely on when your feeling like that"

"Trust me if you knew how it was really , you wouldn't want to even be near me, it just makes everyone around me upset and it's so bleak and dark for ages" I can see his eyes have begun to look glassy and I really don't want him to cry right now because it'll break my heart.

"My love trust me , I wanna help no matter how dark it gets . I'm here okay, We can talk about something else if you like" , I notice him shrug but only minutely if I wasn't paying close attention I wouldn't have noticed at all.

"No it's okay , I'm seeing my doctor on Monday so I'm going to have to figure out how to talk about it"

"We can do something else for a while though if you need , watch a movie or something take your mind off of it , maybe watch some more game of thrones I know we liked that " I watch him look up from where he'd been boaring a whole into the floor and faintly smiles at me "would you like that love ?" , Matty nodes calmly and wanders off to his bed and brings me with him as he settles

I let him get comfortable as he pulls his duvet around him even though it's only 3pm and cuddles up with his cozy cardigan again then I set up the show for us so he doesn't have too and can just stay settled up in his own little world "you look so cosy my love ", he just smile at me sweetly and nods to me as the show begins , the theme tune breaking through my room brings me a lot of joys , I know I've only just watched a few episodes with him but this feels like our thing and it makes me happy as well as the fact I can see it makes him happy aswell , he's so cute just softly bobbing his head along to it the episode plays as we both lay there basking in the events of the show , stealing glances every so often like we usually do. As the next episode begins I can see his eyes start to drift closed as he grip on the cardigan looks to be getting tighter. It makes me smile to no end watching him lose himself to sleep and not fighting it.

"George", I wasn't expecting him to speak as I thought he was half asleep and looked to far gone to even acknowledge that I was still there

"Yea my love?", I was also not expecting the next words to fall out of his mouth.

"I'm scared" , hearing that leave his lips as he drifts of to sleep makes me pause the show and sit up a little straighter. So I can concentrate on him and him only.

"Of what my love?"

" my brain", this comes out as more of a sigh mumbled as if he's not even aware he's speaking, sleep talking maybe but I still have to check if he really knows that he's talking

" why?"

Matty rolls over to lay on his back still gripping his cardigan his hair slowly falling over his face as he shuffles around to get comfortable. He must have been sleep talking as I don't get a reply, my first instinct was to text Ross to see if he's knows if Matty talks in his sleep. So I take out my phone and find him on instagram

George : You bro , does Matty talk in his sleep by any chance

I busy myself doing more work and cleaning my room while I wait for Ross' message, I pick up the pile of dirty clothes and bring it down to the kitchen leaving it in front of the washer as I'm not finished taking things down. Next to come down is the dirty coffee cups and a few plates that I haven't brung down. I bring the hoover upstairs with me when I go back up, I put my side of the call onto mute so as to not wake Matty then begin to hoover up my room it's such a mess up here. I never usually let it get this bad but I've been so preoccupied lately , after hoovering up my floor I take the nozzle off and hoover up the dust , ash and nicotine from my windowsill (rank I know I'm sorry ), when I've finished hoovering I take my laptop back downstairs with me to begin the washing and dishes .after loading the washing machine it takes me like ten minutes to wash my dishes leaving them on the drying rack to drip dry, my phone vibrates in my pocket

Ross : I don't know a time the lad doesn't talk, why ? Whats up ?

George : it's alright don't worry, I just couldn't tell if what he was saying meant something or not but it's okay don't worry

I slide my phone back into my pocket and turn the washing machine on, I check the dryer to see if there's clothes in there , there is so I get on with folding them into piles. Matty stirs after a little while, while I'm still folding and he sits up bolt right rubbing his eyes "huh?" , I move over swiftly to my laptop and unmute myself

"Hey hey hey , what is it?"

"G..G....G...George?"

"I'm here Matty , I'm here , what's wrong"

He's still rubbing at his eyes quite roughly , and coughing a little bit. "I think I was having a nightmare but....I don't...I don't remember...falling asleep"

"You fell asleep like 30 minutes ago my love, what we're you dreaming about?"

"It was like I was alive but like also dead and I was just walking around and like when I tried to speak to someone I either couldn't speak or if I could they weren't hearing me or they were just choosing to ignore me , not that scary I understand but it just freaked me out"

"Maybe it's because you struggle to talk to people and you brains just trying to show you how scary it can get"

"Maybe , what are you doing ?" , I know he's just trying to change the subject so he doesn't have to talk for now I'll let him out of talking. I bring my laptop over to the middle island in the kitchen and set it up so he can see that I'm cleaning up and I get back to folding the clothes.

"I just finished cleaning my room, but now I'm just cleaning up for mum"

"Awww mummies boy are we ?"

"Are you not?", the smile he gives back in response , goofy and lopsided like he's a puppy trying to understand humans. "What's that face for ?"

"You really are, aren't you?"

"Am what?"

"Mr Perfect"

Telling my future children this is Matty Healy

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38 for body piercer!matty 🤍

Red Handed!

38- “want help with that?”

Body Piecer! Matty: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Teehee for the sake of convenience they live together in this one. Thank you for the request!! I genuinely get so excited when I get any requests for body piercer <3

Contains: 2k of just a detailed depiction of Matty touching himself…my bad, him getting caught jerking off (with her panties), her watching him get off, dirty talk, spit play, facial 

WC: ~3.2k

Matty’s POV

Matty can hardly contain himself from the second he steps inside your shared flat, it’s like he’s burning up from the inside. The whole drive home from the piercing shop he’d been uncomfortably aware of the straining against his boxers. Why? Because you’d so kindly slipped a pair of your panties into one of his pockets for him to find.

In your defense, you really didn’t think he would find them at work. Luckily for him, it was towards the end of his shift, just as he was finishing up with his last client. He had reached into his pockets to rest his hands there when he felt a soft, lacy fabric tickling at his fingertips. He’d tried his hardest to keep a straight face as he was talking the customer through the piercing care process, feeling at the fabric to try and figure out if something had gotten stuck in there when doing the laundry. With an instructional packet bestowed upon the man and a shaking of hands, the client left, allowing Matty to hurry into the back room to investigate. He swears he had almost groaned out loud when he’d fished out the pair of your panties, thumbing over the lacy fabric as he stared at them with wide eyes. Immediately, he recognized them as the ones he’d pulled off of you with his teeth last night. 

“Fuck…” he’d murmured, already feeling a stir in his cargo pants and a flush of heat roll through his body, “that little minx wants to kill me.”

He’d shoved the underwear into one of the side pockets of his pants and zipped it closed so he wouldn’t be tempted to take them out again. Matty ran a slightly trembling hand through his mohawk, hissing out a breath between his teeth as he forced himself to pull it together and focus on the closing procedures… which he rushed through, he’ll admit that much. His coworkers had watched as he raced around the shop, exchanging glances with each other as he preemptively fumbled with his car keys (that have far too many key chains attached to them) before dashing out the door with an “okayseeyoumatesgoodnight!”. He’d forgotten to even put on music in the car on the way home, that’s how distracted he was.

Now, he’s sat on the couch with the TV on, sitting with his legs spread as he tries to ignore how unfathomably horny he is. One of his legs impatiently bounces up and down as he continues to remind himself that you’ll be home in a few hours, that he’s not a teenager and he has the self-control to wait until then. But god damn, he’s so aware of the fact that your panties are sitting in his pocket, they might as well be burning a hole through the fabric. Matty bites his lip, the image flashing through his mind like a ricocheting bullet as he thinks back to the look on your face when he’d bit down on the waistband of your underwear and dragged them down your legs. He lives for those moments when you look at him with lustful wonderment, he’d do anything to steal your breath away like you do to him so often. He groans at the dull throb that resounds from the protrusion down his thigh, tilting his head back against the cushions. He can’t even remember what movie he’d put on. 

Just a little relief… he thinks to himself as he allows one hand to slide down over his band t-shirt slowly, skimming down his chest and over his stomach until it settles over the subtle bulge in his trousers. Tingles erupt under his fingertips. Matty licks his lips, dragging the tip of his pierced tongue over his plump bottom lip as he begins to ever so slightly tease himself. It’s far, far too hot in the room, his clothes which are normally so comfortable feel as though they’re suffocating him. The pressure at his crotch is almost unbearable, it’s the only thing he can focus on besides how much he wishes you were here. His cock twitches under his ginger touch, he doesn’t have to undress to know that by this point, beads of precum have soaked into his boxers. His lips part with a quiet gasp as he slowly strokes his fingers over himself, looking up at the ceiling almost like he’s begging for forgiveness for being so wanton. But he deserves this, doesn’t he? You must have wanted this, after all.

The movie continues as background noise, muffled by the sound of Matty’s heartbeat pumping in his ears, his blood roaring in his veins. He traces his fingers up and down along the outline of his erection, it’s not nearly enough to satiate himself. He should stop, he knows he should stop, but it feels so fucking good. His brows draw together with bliss as he gets bold enough to squeeze himself roughly through his pants, feeling a rush of sensation spread deep inside him as his hips jump forward into his palm. He curses under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to pace himself, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d touched himself to you. Hell, he’d shamefully jerked off to the thought of you the night after he’d pierced your tits, all because he couldn’t get you out of his head. He’d vowed he’d never do it again, but he’s just a man after all. He spent many nights with just him, his right hand, and a lingering nip of guilt while he relived every second of you being at the shop. Maybe he’d admit that to you someday if he was intoxicated enough. 

“Fuck it,” he grumbles to himself, now hastily fumbling with his belt to undo it as his eyes snap open with determination. 

He doesn’t even bother to slide his trousers all the way down, he just tugs them down along with his boxers just enough to pull out his weeping, throbbing cock. Matty lets out a shuddering breath of relief to be free from the confines of too many layers, running his thumb tentatively over the angrily flushed tip. Gathering the pearly beginnings of his release, he hisses at the sensitivity of his dick having been neglected for too long. 

To keep the fabric out of the way, he brings the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting down and keeping it between his teeth. Matty allows himself to wrap his hand around the head, dragging the slickness of his precum down his shaft, feeling the protruding veins against his palm. Once he reaches his base, he languidly strokes upward again, twisting his wrist just like how you usually do it. He groans, the sound slightly muffled as he grits his teeth against the hem of his shirt, allowing his memories of you getting him off to puppeteer his hand. It never feels as good as yours, but it’s enough to offer him what he’s itching for. 

Matty begins to move faster, finding his sensual rhythm as he constricts his fingers harder around his cock, another spurt of precum spilling from the tip. He times the pumps of his hand with the needy upstrokes of his hips rolling into his fist to chase the crescendo of sensation, of pure relief. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead like a sheen across his skin as the tension pleasantly builds, permeating through his whole body. 

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket with his free hand to toy with your panties while pleasuring himself. 

His fingers twist at the lace as he continues to stroke himself harder and faster, his chest heaving. He breathes out your name into the empty room between pants for breath, his heart racing as he feels himself inch closer to euphoria. Normally, he’d slow down and tease himself a bit longer, prolonging his pleasure to make the release feel that much better. But not tonight. Tonight, he can’t stand the idea of being kept any longer from the sweet remedy to the ache in his bones. His moans get unabashedly louder, his eyes rolling back as his hips jerk upwards with more urgency to the point that he’s almost fucking his fist. So completely lost in the moment, he doesn’t catch the sound of the front door being unlocked… 

Your POV

With a quiet sigh, you unlock the door and push it open, feeling exhaustion weighing you down like it was trying to drag you to the floor. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty relieved when you found out the after-work drinks with your coworkers were canceled. It had been a long day, and really, the only thing that was keeping you going was thinking about coming home to your gorgeous mohawked boyfriend. Especially because now you get to surprise him by getting back early, it was perfect material for a cozy night in. 

Placing your keys on the counter next to his, you begin to stretch your arms over your head only to freeze in your tracks when you hear it. You can almost feel your ears prick up at the sound of a deep moan spilling from Matty’s lips, a sound you’ve come to know very well. Just like that, you’ve found your second wind, a flood of warmth overcoming you and waking up your every nerve. Realization simmers in you as it clicks that he must have discovered the “treat” you’d left for him.

Your feet are carrying you through your flat before you can process it, walking on your toes to keep your presence a secret. You follow the sounds of rustling fabric and breathless, pornographic grunts, your heart thrumming against your ribs faster with every step. Peeking around the corner into your shared living space, that’s when you find him, your stomach instantly swooping at the sight. His head is tilted back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut so can’t see the look of pure lust cross your face as you stare at his diligently working hand. You lean against the wall, exhaling a shuddering breath as you resist the urge to instantly jump onto his lap and take over for him. You instead slowly drink in the eye candy before you: his shirt caught in his teeth, the lace of your panties poking out of the pocket that his hand is shoved in, the way his hips are writhing against the couch. It was too perfect for words to describe. Not to mention how fucking good he sounds, being so carelessly vocal. It feels like your whole body is buzzing, heat pooling in you almost embarrassingly quickly as a shiver skitters up your spine. You’re already soaked as you watch him with your mouth dropped open. Then, you hear your name like a prayer on his lips and you just can’t help yourself.

“Want help with that?” you call out to him. 

Matty shouts out a shocked “fuck me!”, his eyes snapping open as he lets his shirt fall from his mouth, hurriedly using the fabric to cover himself. In a panic, he sits up ramrod straight only to find you casually leaning against the wall, a little coy smile painted on your lips. He groans, covering his face with slightly trembly hands as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

“Fuckin’ hell. Scaring me half to death like that, the fuck… can’t have a wank in peace,” he mutters, dragging his hands down his face as he looks over at you with exaggeratedly weary eyes. 

You can’t help but laugh a bit at his distress, striding over to him and dropping to your knees before your boyfriend. Apologetically you lean up to kiss him on the lips, whispering a muffled “‘m sorry” against them while cupping his flushed face. His breath is hot against your mouth as you pull away, Matty’s chest still rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. 

“Hello to you too…” he murmurs, a lively glint flashing in his eyes while he shakes his head at you with playful disapproval. 

“You having fun without me?” you whisper, pouting your lips at him.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent now. Have you got any idea how these ended up in here?” Matty smiles wolfishly, pulling your panties out from his pocket to dangle them in front of your face off of one finger. 

“I’ve never seen those before.”

“No? That’s odd, ‘cause I distinctly remember you begging me to take them off you last night.”

You sputter with the lack of a comeback, cheeks flushing at the reminder of your neediness. Instead of fighting him with wits, you take the panties from his hand and toss them to the side, ridding you of the barrier between your lips and his. You kiss him hard, making Matty groan against your mouth as you stay kneeling between his spread legs, slotting your lips against his in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands find your hair, inhaling you deeply while he knots his fingers into your tresses. You kiss until you both need to come up for air, left breathless and staring into each other’s eyes with intention. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” you whisper, the implication of your statement not lost on him in the slightest. 

Matty’s eyes light up as smugness pulls at his lips. He nips at your lower lip with his teeth, tugging at it before letting go to tease you, of course. He’s never dry of silver-tongued comments that make you blush to your roots. 

“You wanna watch me touch myself? Dirty girl. You like shit like that, don’t you?” he chuckles lowly. 

A soft moan slips past your lips at his words, your hands moving down to his thighs, running over them in encouragement as you feel your body only getting warmer. He leans in and captures your lips sweetly before gently putting his hands on your shoulders and easing you into kneeling down in front of him. You pliantly allow him to move you, leaning your cheek against his knee as you stare up at him adoringly. Matty coos at the sight of you, running his thumb over your cheek with gentle appreciation, a of reprieve amidst the rush. 

He fully takes his shirt off this time, tossing it to the side in a heap on the couch. He sighs out as he looks down at his cock resting heavily against his stomach, leaking precum near his colorful rose tattoo. You watch as Matty grabs himself at his base, feeling a flutter between your thighs while he begins to slowly stroke himself while looking down at you with half-lidded eyes burning into you.

“Spit on it for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, gesturing towards his cock with a nod. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at the blunt request, because god damn. Without a moment of hesitation, you lean upwards, gathering saliva in your mouth. The whine you make as he taps his tip against your bottom lip is simply obscene. Matty smirks as he smugly observes the string of his precum connecting your lips to his cock. Sticking your tongue out, you allow a few drips of spit to land on the flushed head, blinking up at him prettily as it dribbles down his shaft. A low groan rumbles in his chest while he strokes your hair, holding his dick steady for you with a tightening grip. With the last of your saliva, you lean down and properly spit on his tip, making Matty hum with approval. 

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, feeling himself twitch in his hand while he reaches to gather the slickness. 

And, god, he knows how to put on a good show. You watch from the floor, your cheek smushed against his knee while he keeps his legs spread wide. Matty fists his cock with vigor, staring down into your eyes with such intensity that you feel as though you may shatter. You’re completely lost in his rhythm, the writhing of his body, his every grunt and gasp. You gaze at him hazily, trying to commit this moment to memory and file it away for a lonely night. He’s finding himself teetering on the edge much quicker with you watching him, knowing you’re tracking his every move. It’s exhilarating.

"Shit. You look so pretty down there," he smiles, playing with your hair with his free hand.  

“Does it feel good?” you purr, keeping one hand tracing little patterns on his thigh. 

“Mmm, you know it does, angel. Not as good as you do though. Nothing’s as tight as that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your head tilts forward with a longing groan and Matty just laughs breathlessly, knowing the effect he has on you. The urge to satiate yourself in any way is burning you up from the inside, but you behave, squirming slightly on the ground while your thighs press together. You watch as his face screws up with the tension of his impending release.

“Oh, fuck…” he hisses, “gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

You move quickly, wordlessly leaning up and opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue with a flair of sensuality. Matty grins lazily, his eyes glinting with the pride of you being his perfect girl. With a few more rushed pumps of his cock and breathy, repeated swears, he lets out a loud, guttural moan and loses control, the tension inside him snapping with a sense of sweet relief. He watches hazily as his thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, some spurting onto your cheek and your chin despite his efforts to aim steady. You shudder, feeling his warm release grace your skin as you have the pleasure of seeing him fall apart before your eyes. He gives himself one last drawn-out stroke before letting go, chasing his breath as his body goes limp against the couch cushions. He peers down at you, drunk on his orgasm as you swallow the saltiness on your tongue. Matty slowly reaches and wipes away the stray drips on your chin with his thumb. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, sweet girl,” he whispers, placing his soiled thumb on your lips for you to clean, like he knows you will. 

You graciously take his thumb into your mouth, licking and sucking away the last of his cum like you’re simply starving for it. Matty’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he observes you quietly, not hiding how he’s loving every second of this. Once you’ve finished, you release his thumb with a pop, a clear craving for approval written all over your face. His heart swells in his chest at the sight of you.

“C’mere. I’ll show you what happens to girls who use their knickers to be menaces to their boyfriends,” he roars, grasping you at your sides to tickle you as he pulls you up onto his lap in a fit of giggles. 

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I watched a couple of the consumption clips for this… for PURELY RESEARCH PURPOSES. Don’t look at me like that. 

🐝anon the shirt between his teeth bit goes out to you queen, that concept has never left my mind dude 

Just had to post Matthew Perry yanno (he be my other Matty baby anyway), but like dude it’s so fuckin devastating wtf !!! 😨😭😨😭😨

This CANNOT just be on my TikTok , I actually wanna sob , it’s all my faves

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeLFBTyB/

Thanks for the tag @ros3chu

1 She’s American - The 1975 🇺🇸

2 Menswear - The 1975 🕴️

3 London Boy - Taylor Swift 🇬🇧

4 Johanna - Jamie Campbell Bower ✂️

5 Spinning - No Rome , The 1975 and Charli XCX 😵‍💫

6 M.O.N.E.Y- The 1975 💰

7 Ex-Wife’s - SIX cast 💍

8 Dancings not a Crime - Panic 🕺🏻

9 Looking for Somebody ( to love)- The 1975 💪

10 Cheating - Michael Aldag 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Tags

1 @justanamesstuff

2 @bookish-strawberry

3 @medeas-chariot

4 @the1975attheirverybest

5 @alwaysanagelneveragod

6 @squishysoupy

7 @tillthelandslide

8 @trumanblackout

9 @footprint-in-the-snow

10 @abiiors

tagged by @dolcevenus777 to do 10 songs, 10 people <3

songs:

kinda outta luck - lana del rey

valerie - the weeknd

lolita - lana del rey

in the night - the weeknd

hollywood - lana del rey

fishtail - lana del rey

bloodline - ariana grande

buy the stars - marina

dealer - lana del rey

orange trees - marina

(you can tell that lana has taken over my playlist💀)

people: @girlbloggerinterrupted777 @iconnnnnn @iheartcarlgrimes1 @fl0raldreams @augustinaas @aspendoll @porcelaindoll333 @esotericalfawn @coppolagraveyard @balletbambi777 (no pressure 🫶🏻)

cap!matty, you are so special to me.