Word Count: 2,947
Warnings: A big ol' mix of smut and fluff.
Summary: Matty and the reader have 'couple time' after not seeing each other for so long.
Two months, three days, five hours, and approximately twenty minutes.
That's how long you have been away from Matty, and he away from you. It was the height of his touring schedule for the year, the final leg before he went away to write and produce alongside George some new songs for the fans. As great as the prospect of going on tour was for the boys, it also possessed a downside that brought with it unparalleled regret and longing: you could not tag along.
The issue was, you worked. Weekly, every day minus the weekends. Unless Matty was nearby, you did not have the time to go and see his every tour date. It simply was not in the realm of possibility, and although Matty fully understood and respected your circumstances, it was not unknown that he disliked the fact. You were his medicine, his world, his happy place and support system to run to when things got bad. He adored you. Having you away for so long was painful no matter how happy touring made him. He simply wanted you, the touch of your skin, the beautiful gaze you gave him every time you told him you loved him. He needed it.
He thankfully did not have to wait any longer to see it again.
Fresh off an eight hour plane ride, Matty finally stepped foot back on British soil. The rest of the boys in the band watched him hurry to baggage claim, and listened to him grumble and complain incessantly when the bags did not return as fast as he wished, until finally they watched him rush to you. He crashed into your arms within seconds of finding you, bringing you as close to him as he could manage. Your eyes spilled with tears, and his watered from laughter at how dramatic you both were acting in such a crowded space. His arm snaked its way around your waist, and the two of you led the way for the rest of the band out of the airport. Matty bid them farewell at the parking garage entrance. He was needed elsewhere, and it was so obvious that that place was with you and not them. They understood without any words on the matter. Weeks of hearing Matty chat endlessly about you, him mumbling your name in sleep, and watching him drown his loneliness in his favorite wine were clue enough that he needed you-time. Who were they to refuse that?
It's a manageable forty-five minute drive back to your place. Matty hardly takes his eyes off you as you drive, his hand on your lap, his thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin below your faded shorts. The air is electric, full of the anticipation of getting home, but just comfortable enough that you are able to focus on the drive ahead. Matty loved to tease you - it was a part of his fun, how he made moments like the one awaiting you at home interesting and thrilling. He knew however his and your boundaries, and he knew that he was much better at driving when getting teased than you. You needed some focus and a subtle reminder of what was to come, his hand on your lap, to make it back home ready and willing.
All bets went off, however, the moment the keys are taken out of the ignition. You barely make it out of your car before he is on you, pushing you up against the side of your car with his hands in your hair and his mouth on yours. It is a whirlwind of emotions - an easy zero-to-sixty moment. You feel him start to grind against you, his body communicating how much it missed yours, and cannot help the breath of air that leaves you in response. Your mind rushes, heart beating a mile a minute, but you know you have to get inside before you can comply with his wishes and unspoken requests. Public sex was always something you two had discussed being a bucket list item to one day knock off, but this was not the time. No, the matter at hand is more serious, urgent, needy. It required a bed, and a proper go at it.
Five minutes and a hickey placed devilishly where it could hardly be hidden by clothing later, and you both find yourself inside your small flat. It is not much, certainly not compared to Matty's four-story one decked out in ostentatiousness and evidently Matty decor. Matty always said he loved it, though. He always told you so, especially in the mornings when you would make him breakfast to cure his hangover and allowed him time to examine it all. From the soft maroon drapes over your windows to the scattering of pictures on the wall of your favorite people in your life - which included photos of you both, he loved it. Passing by those photos even in your frenzied state, he makes sure to comment on how perfect they are to him. You tell him to shut up and keep kissing you, but the gesture makes your heart soar.
You make it to the couch before Matty's restraint falters. He brings you to it with him, trapping you under his body so that he can finally get the friction you so teasingly brutal denied him outside. You gasp as his hips work against you in time with the ferocity of his lips on your neck. He wastes little time biting and sucking at every inch, letting you know this night is far past becoming one of the more relaxed, lazy, romantically driven nights you settled into in the middle of breaks. You can tell it is instead going to be a needy, possessive, want-driven night the moment he grinds against you and lets out a moan that makes your body go warm and your stomach twist into knots. A beautiful sound, a sound more melodic than the lyrics that he belts out so often on stage. It also reminds you this is real, this is happening, Matty his home, Matty is back for the time being to continue where you left off.
A low growl in your ear happens the moment you nip at his neck, a warning to watch yourself. You simply hum against the skin, ignoring him blissfully to nip again, punctuating it by meeting his hips in their relentless bid for friction. The noise he gives back this time is far from patient, done with warnings. Hurrying off you, he picks you up and brings you to the bed, where he tosses you, breathless in shock, and returns above you before you can gather yourself to kiss you fervently. His hands now roam, moving across your skin, under your shirt, under your waistline, anywhere they could fit. Matty knows it drives you wild. He lives for the gasps you let out in response. God, how he missed those noises.
You curse him, gripping at your sheets, as he goes right past your underwear to touch, feel how already ready for him you are. He chuckles darkly, pompously, proud of his hold on you. You curse that it makes him seem even more attractive, especially when followed by him letting you know he was dreaming of this moment, of being the cause of the shivers and moans you made, for weeks. You grind up into him again as punishment for his hand and mouth being so unfair, and he sends you a look of pure lust and need and it makes you gasp.
"You're playing with fire," he tells you, but it only encourages you more. You start a good rhythm, working against him in a way that leaves him cursing and biting at your neck to keep from sounding too desperate for you. It's a beautifully symbiotic relationship of pleasure. You hardly wish it to end. However, you soon find yourself being brought on top of Matty, sat to straddle him where he can see you and keep you still. Panting, he reaches and gets your top off of you, along with your bra until you are completely naked from the waist up. He pauses to marvel at the scene before him, and then bends you back down so he can kiss every inch of you, from your mouth to your breasts and finally down to your stomach.
As nice as the couch is, you and Matty both know that your bed is much more comfortable and spacious. Before you can suggest it, he has you carried off to your bedroom. You are tossed gently onto the bed with a giggle. Matty smiles at your excitement.
"Remind me why I left you for so long," he whispers, and you open your mouth to speak a reply, but find it quickly occupied by his mouth seconds later. Moans and senseless kissing ensue, until finally Matty grows just as tired as you are with him being fully dressed still. He sits up and allows you to unbutton his red button up, and once it is tossed across the room, he gets his black jeans off with the skill only he could possess from years of practice. Had it been left up to you to get them off given how tight they were, you would've taken far too long for either of your liking. Matty wastes no time leaning the both of you back down, pressing his body up against yours and grinding his hips against yours to get the friction back.
He groans at the feeling, and you take the chance to really give him something to groan about by biting down on his neck. The hitch in his breath lets you know it's a devilishly wonderful move on your part. You continue at his neck as his hips work against you. It's a pleasure-filled whirlwind. Both of you are dizzy, but neither of you feel compelled to pause and let your hazy heads clear. Everything feels too good, too real, too tangible again. To ignore those feelings, to halt their effects, would be irrational in a time like this. Two months meant dizzy feelings and lust would be there to stay.
You feel Matty's hands tug down your skirt, and along with it your underwear, and watch as they get tossed over to meet his own clothing across the room before your mind is occupied with the feeling of his fingers gently stroking the skin alongside the inside of your thighs. A low moan hums from your lips, and Matty is all too happy to punctuate it with a few love bites of his own to your neck as it resonates through you. His fingers don't stop, but they do not dare trespass where you really want them - not when Matty's lips are so fixated on your neck, and the noises you are making are cluttering his mind with distractions.
Eventually, you grow impatient. You whine Matty's name, and when he looks into your eyes, you raise an eyebrow at him. He smirks, knowing your impatience with him all-too-well from past encounters. He knows you hate when he does this. He also knows you're a liar. However, he knows for a third fact that you have been waiting for him for two months, and that at this point taking time to tease is not fair to either of you. Giving in with a kiss to your lips, he goes for your clit. The moan he gets in reply makes him smile against you.
Time passes rather hectically from there. You are not sure how long Matty's hand has been working on you. All you know is that it feels good, and his lips are on yours, and you never want to feel what it is like to be without them again. Bits and pieces of Matty's words of adoration to you make their way into your brain. Your mind goes silent however when his pace picks up. At the lead of your breath hitching, he adds a finger in you, and it makes you gasp openly to his pleasure. You find yourself in this predicament of sorts for another minute, until he speeds everything up again, adds another finger so he can get you even more worked up, and you lose it in the blink of an eye. You tug at his curls during it, and that same wicked smile of his appears, smug as ever as the sound of his name leaving you fills the air.
He brings you gently down from your high with kisses to your neck and chest. As your eyes open back up, you are pleased to see his eyes staring back at you with such devotion and admiration. It warms your heart. You go to kiss him the moment you regain your strength, and he does not hesitate to return it, his lips firm against yours, bringing you back to the same worked-up feeling you had been before you came. It takes only two minutes, and then suddenly Matty is grinding against you for any sort of friction he can get, and you are meeting his movements with your own hips. It's intense and leaves the both of you breathless. Matty pulls away panting and gets up off of you and the bed.
You sit patiently regaining your own breath while he is away. When he returns, he no longer is wearing his confining boxers. He has a condom on, and is stroking himself to your viewing delight. It makes him laugh, and you find yourself giggling as he returns with a kiss. His laugh always seemed to be contagious to you, even in moments like this.
Now back where he lay before, Matty positions himself at your entrance. He considers teasing you, but decides against it with the way your eyes scan him over. He needs you. Teasing could wait. He enters you with a kiss, allowing you to moan into his mouth at the feeling. Two months have made the feeling of being connected in such a way like a distant memory. Remembering it is almost enough to make both of you lose yourselves on the spot. Instead, you settle for a shared groan once Matty is all the way in.
The longing expressed in the noise quickly is expressed by Matty in a less audible way. His pace starts fast and unforgivingly so. You gasp at the feeling it creates, as you are still feeling rather sensitive from before and his thrusts brush right up against the spot that always promises you seeing stars. The two of you stick with the fast and rough pace until suddenly, Matty is laying down and instructs you to sit on top of him. You get the idea quickly, and after a moment to adjust yourself, you start to happily ride him. It brings a whole new wave of feelings for the both of you. As much as the position made you moan, it made Matty twice as weak.
He begins to meet your movements with thrusts of his own not too long in. You can tell he is close simply from the way he cannot stop babbling, throwing out words of love and how he never would leave this long again even if it killed him, any embarrassment flying out the window. It makes you proud to know you alone are causing such an effect in him. It encourages you to grind down on him a bit harder, and maybe give a deeper stare into his eyes while doing so to let him know just how much you appreciate it. His words of love quickly turn into strangled curses.
Just when you think he is going to be the first to come undone, you find Matty's hand reaching to pleasure you. You let out a whine as his fingers work quickly over your clit. The feeling mixed with Matty's thrusts and the position in record time becomes too much. Clenching around Matty and curling your toes against the soft fabric of your bed, you gasp and give the most blissed-out moan you have ever heard yourself give. It is easily more than enough to send Matty over the edge, too. Even in your moment of bliss, you do not miss his cry of pleasure followed by a far too seductive groan for your own good. Frankly, his noise adds to your pleasure. God, you love that man.
Coming down from your highs, the two of you stay together for a moment in silence. Simply being able to gaze at each other and gage the level of love in your eyes after such a long-awaited moment is enough in that point of time. For that moment, all is well. Everything is settled and back to how it should be. Matty breaks the silence with a grin, causing you to giggle and blush behind the cover of your hands. He pushes your hands away and, after gently getting you off of him, brings you close to rest by his side. Now spooned, you cannot help but gaze into his eyes.
"I missed you," you tell him with a sigh. In his post-orgasm haze, he lazily smiles at this.
"You have no idea how much I missed you," he whispers. "Missed this. Please yell at me next time I try to leave you for that long."
You nod and give him a sleepy salute. "Yes sir. If you don't listen to me, do I have permission to seduce you and make you remember just how silly you are being for leaving?"
Matty smirks and moves to kiss your nose. "Permission granted, you nerd."