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knee deep in the passenger seat - matty healy (mechanic!au)

this is the final part of the mechanic!matty au. if you haven't read part one or part two make sure that you do!<3

knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

you found it quite difficult to navigate through a casual friends with benefits relationship with matty when you were already in so deep. you knew that sneaking around with a man so much older than you wasn't your brightest idea - but god, did it feel so good.

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, age gap, bdsm undertones, unprotected sex, phone sex, mutual masturbation, jealousy, car sex, degradation, oral (f + m receiving), edging, fingering, face fucking, choking (with his hand and briefly with the seatbelt) literally everything lol this fics got it all!

20675 words

“Fuck.” Matty groaned at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, bottom lip pulled between his teeth with his head thrown back against your couch. “You’re so fucking tight, you feel so good, baby.”

You smile to yourself at his words, the praise igniting a fire inside of you that had your hips dropping down on his own much quicker now, giggling through a moan when Matty’s hands tightened their hold on your hips, another broken groan pulled down from his toes.

Months had passed since Matty had slipped you the piece of paper with his digits etched in ink and the idea that you could see him outside of the dull walls of his shop. To say you had put his phone number to good use was an understatement. The two of you had fallen into quite the rhythm with one another, capitalizing on any moment the both of you happened to be free. Whether that be in your university parking lot when you had a break in between classes or late at night when you had finished studying and Matty wasn’t too tired from working all day. Or now, when Matty was spending his lunch break with his head thrown back against your couch as you rode him with fever.

Matty rolled his head to the side so he could stare down at the way he disappeared inside of you, bottom lip chewed raw as you slid your hand down between your legs to rub tight circles around your bundle of nerves - giggling when Matty swatted your hand away so he could make you fall apart himself. A whine tumbled from your mouth as Matty’s lips met your own, the slight change in angle had him driving impossibly deeper and you mumbling against his lips. “I’m close.”

Matty hummed in agreement, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth and tightening his hold on your hip - signaling to you that he was just as close. The way his fingers were swirling around your clit at a rapid pace had you feeling numb, clenching around him and swallowing the moan he released into your mouth. “Where do you want me?”

‘Inside.’ was on the tip of your tongue, you so desperately wanted to feel him finish inside of you, it was something you both had become quite addicted to - finishing that way more often than not. But you knew the two of you were on borrowed time, his lunch break was coming to a close, he wouldn’t have time to clean you up after and you had class soon and wouldn’t have the time to wash it down the drain. Despite the desire, you found yourself mumbling against his lips. “Your hand.”

Matty nodded, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling it back with a pop - breaking away from the kiss in favor of biting his own lip as you both doubled your efforts on one another, desperate to bring the other over the edge. Matty’s name came as a broken gasp from your mouth as you fell apart on top of his lap, body shaking and trembling - causing you to fall over onto his chest and hold onto his shoulders for support. Your orgasm was so intense that you were too tired to continue to ride him. Matty wasn’t bothered, both his hands held your hips in a vice grip as he thrusted up into you, chasing his own release. You whined pitifully as the feeling of being used for his pleasure alone, finding enough energy to clench around him one last time before he was groaning and pulling out of you, pumping himself twice before spilling into his hand.

Matty threw his head back against your couch again, breathing quick and heavy as he watched you bring his hand up to your mouth, groaning and digging his fingertips into your hip as he watched you clean his cum off of his hand - sticking your tongue out to show him the evidence before swallowing it with a smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, biting your bottom lip with a blush spread across your already red heated cheeks. Even with burning, trembling thighs and tiredness already seeping into your veins, you still found the energy to tease him. “I know,” A smile already spread across your face as Matty fixed you with a look that told you he knew you were about to make a joke at his expense. “We have to be more careful or your poor heart might give out, old man.”

Another giggle tumbled from your bitten raw lips at the feeling of Matty pinching your hip at the joke. “Alright, that’s enough, you think you're so funny.” Rolling his dark brown eyes when you nodded in agreement. “I’m not an old man, I’m thirty four.”

You shrugged, fighting off a smile. “You’re closer to fifty than I am, I’m not even halfway.”

“Alright.” Matty scoffed through a laugh, shaking his head with a glare that held no real heat behind it. “Should I remind you how you really feel about me being older?” His hand that had pinched at your hip was already traveling slowly across your lower stomach. “Or are you done being a brat?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully. “We don’t have time. Besides, I think you already know the answer to that by now.”

Matty laughed softly, slapping his hand across your thigh gently before bringing you in for a kiss that was much sweeter than the one the two of you shared before. You hummed into his mouth as his finger threaded through your hair.

It was moments like this where you couldn’t help but allow the butterflies to creep into your stomach, warmth spreading through your veins as Matty held your face and kissed you tenderly. It was moments like this where you let yourself feed into your delusions just the slightest bit and thought to yourself that maybe he actually really liked you and that this was deeper than just sex for him too - that maybe one day he would want a relationship with you. You knew it wasn’t realistic, he was twelve years older than you, he had already lived through experiences that you still wouldn't have for years to come. There was no way a relationship between the two of you would ever work out, your lives were in two completely different stages and not to mention your brother. Sam would never approve of someone his age being with you. You were sure that Matty was just in it for the thrill of it all, probably getting off on the fact that he could pull someone so young and naive. Your thoughts mixed with the feeling of Matty’s lips pulling away from your own had you feeling like you had just had a cold bucket of water poured over the top of your head - awaking you from the daydream that the man you were currently straddling would ever want you past a booty call.

“I should probably get going,” Matty spoke softly, running the backs of his fingers softly against your cheek, his dark eyes searching your face that you were hopeful didn’t show how disappointed you felt. “My lunch is nearly over.”

“Yeah.” You hated how sad the word sounded coming from your mouth, clearing your throat and forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes to spread over your face. “You don’t wanna be late.”

Matty’s eyes narrowed slightly, enough to make your stomach drop and for you to quickly break eye contact, you were scared he was going to figure you out. That he would somehow be able to read your mind and know that you would give anything for him to stay glued to your couch, underneath you for eternity.

You moved off of him, wincing at the pain that had already settled in your thighs from riding him, avoiding the heat that burned against your skin from the mechanic’s eyes next to you as you threw the shirt you had been wearing back over your head. You searched the floor around the couch for your underwear as Matty tucked himself back up, finding the pink lace under your coffee table as the sound of a zipper sounded throughout the otherwise quiet apartment. You grabbed it with cheeks that matched the lace, ready to set them off to the side to be thrown in the washer later but being stopped by a hand resting on your arm. You finally gave in and looked at Matty as he pulled the pink lace from your hands, shooting you a wink before shoving the underwear into the front pocket on his jeans.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at him, hiding your tainted red cheeks behind your hands as you shook your head to yourself, spreading your fingers away from your eyes so you could look at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Matty shrugged with a small smile, stretching his arms over his head before standing up from your couch, the cold air instantly hitting you now that the warmth from his body was gone - goosebumps raised on your arms. Your eyes followed him religiously as he picked up his forgotten plate from the top of your coffee table, walking it over to the sink and causing the butterflies in your stomach to swarm again at the reminder that you had made the two of you lunch. Allowing yourself to break down the walls of your delusion once more at the reminder that he hadn’t just come here to fuck you, he had sat down on your couch and shared a meal and laughter at whatever you had thrown on the tv with you beforehand. It all felt rather domestic. Something you would do with someone you were in a relationship with, not just a casual thing. You were always quick to bury the thoughts as soon as they entered your mind, you refused to fall for the mechanic anymore than you already had. But that was proving to be quite difficult when Matty was walking around the edge of the couch to place a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You whispered, still breathless from your orgasm and the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You watched as Matty picked up his car keys from your coffee table, shooting you a smile over his shoulder before making his way to the front door of your apartment. Your eyes catching a glimpse of his leather jacket thrown over on the coat rack next to it. “Oh, wait!” Matty’s hands lingered on the knob of your front door, having already pulled it open to reveal the fresh air from outside. He looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, waiting on you to speak. “You forgot your jacket.”

“Oh, did I?” Matty’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion that didn’t meet his eyes, a smug smile fighting his lips as he clicked his tongue. “Damn, guess I have a reason to come back then.”

You didn’t even have time to laugh before Matty was shooting you a wink and walking out of your apartment, the sound of your front door softly clicking closed had your delusions running like wildfire, being faced with the fact that Matty purposely had left his leather jacket on your coat rack so that he had an excuse to come back to your apartment. That he was already planning the next time, that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, igniting the glimmer of hope that maybe this could be something deeper.

Matty’s leather jacket hung on your coat rack for days on end - making home for itself amongst your own, the sight of it burning as a gentle reminder of the mechanic everytime you walked out of your apartment.

It had been over two weeks since Matty had you falling apart in his lap on your couch, the two of you had both been far too busy to make time to meet up. It seemed like every single car in town decided to have issues at once, slamming Matty and causing him to work through his lunch breaks and after hours - too drained when his work day was finally over to come and see you. You didn’t have too much time to miss him though, nose deep in assignments and studying for tests that you were anxious to fail, you only had time to miss him when you were laying in bed after a shower - wishing he was laying next to you. Or when you were getting ready to walk out your front door and head to class, catching sight of that damn leather jacket that had infiltrated your home, the sight of it so domestic - like it was just waiting for Matty to come home to it, to you.

You sat in your calculus class absolutely bored out of your mind, one of your legs crossed over the other as you aimlessly scrolled through various websites on your laptop - adding random items to a cart that you knew you’d never purchase. Anything to distract you from whatever was happening on the board up front. You blew a bubble with the gum you had in your mouth, blushing when it popped a little too loud and caused the people around you to turn their heads. You smiled sheepishly and shifted in your seat, hiding your face behind the screen of your laptop and opening a new web browser in hopes of finding something new to entertain yourself for the remainder of class.

You were three paragraphs deep in an article posted by TMZ about a celebrity you didn’t even care about when your phone buzzed from its place on top of the binder that you hadn’t even bothered to open and take notes inside of, already knowing they would be useless to you. You picked your phone up with curious eyes, wondering who could be texting you, already blushing when you saw Matty’s name across your screen. You felt your eyebrows scrunch together slightly at the sight of Attachment: 1 Image, unlocking your phone quickly to kill the curiosity.

this sight is eerily familiar

You opened the image Matty had sent along with the text, hiding your face behind the screen of your laptop further as you blushed to your roots at the image on your screen. That damn black bandana thrown on top of his work counter. The memories were quick to rush through your mind, swiping out of the picture to see that Matty had already sent three more messages.

all it’s missing is a pretty girl and i’d be having deja vu

i need to see you

please tell me you aren’t busy right now

You glanced up at the time in the top left corner of your screen, sighing when you realized that you still had half an hour left in class. You sighed to yourself, manicured nails flying over the keyboard respond to the mechanic.

you’re making me blush

i’m in class :(

Matty’s reply was almost instant.

boring

You were about to type out a response but the three dots in a bubble at the bottom of your screen, signaling that he was typing again, stopped you from doing so.

you learning anything important?

You looked up at the board and responded back with what was written on the top of it.

parametric equations apparently

really super important indeed

You stared down at the screen awaiting a response, your shopping cart long forgotten now that you had Matty to entertain you.

parametric equations? fuck, i love when you talk dirty to me

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop your laughter from disrupting the lesson. The three dots already flashing at the bottom of your screen again.

tomorrow?

You had to glance at your laptop to remind yourself what day of the week it was, sighing once more when you realized that tomorrow was Friday and you were in fact busy, feeling guilty as you started to type.

i have a party to go to :/

my friends will kill me if i skip another one

You stared down at your phone screen for so long that it was starting to burn your eyes, your leg had started to bounce anxiously as the sound of the clock in the corner ticking seemed to be growing louder and louder with each passing minute that your text had been left on read by Matty. You knew he would be disappointed by you being busy, but you were at least expecting a response from him? You swallowed thickly, manicured nails hovering above the keyboard as you desperately tried to think of something you could text him, heart racing at the sight of a typing bubble appearing quickly and a text appearing just as quick.

a frat party?

You felt your eyebrows furrow, it took him that long to come up with this response?

yes

i am in college after all

Matty was already typing before you could even send the second message, causing you to receive his reply instantly.

you gonna behave and not flirt with any boys?

You smiled to yourself, the butterflies heating your stomach as the jealous tone came across through the phone screen. You loved when Matty got jealous, it gave you hope that maybe he liked you. If he didn’t, then there would be nothing for him to be jealous over. Right? You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you typed out a teasing response.

maybe ;)

You could almost hear Matty’s voice as you read his response.

i think you’re bright enough to know that wouldn’t end well for you

The underlying promise had you clenching your thighs together.

you could just come with me so i won’t be tempted <3

You had typed out the heart and deleted it so many times that Matty probably thought you were typing a paragraph. Unsure of yourself, wondering if it was too forward of you or not. When you recalled how many times he had finished inside of you, you figured the heart would be harmless. Still, your heart raced as you awaited a response.

i partied enough in college, i don’t need to go back and relive it

You felt your shoulders deflate in disappointment, you knew the chances of him tagging along were slim, but you couldn't help it. You hadn’t seen him in days, it felt like ages. You perked up when another message came through.

besides, the only person in college i have any desire to be around is you

There goes those damn butterflies again, making your stomach ache as they fluttered with fever as you read his text. A third one came through shortly after.

you shouldn’t be tempted regardless

You find your thighs clenching together once more, feeling his authoritativeness even through the screen of your phone. You were staring at the screen, trying to determine a response and thankful to see the typing bubble at the bottom of your screen, signifying that Matty was in control of the conversation.

have fun at your party. i’ll see you soon.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of reading the text as anything but ominous, opting out of typing out a response in favor of heart reacting to the message and locking your phone. You occupied the remainder of class with thoughts of Matty, no different than how you had spent any other moment since you’ve met him.

By the time the class was over, you had gotten yourself in quite a sticky situation, more literal than figuratively - standing up on legs that felt weak as your core throbbed the entire walk back to your apartment. Once you were finally in the comfort of your own home, you found yourself tossing your binder and textbook onto the couch and rubbing your face out of frustration. You needed to get a grip.

You thought that maybe a hot shower would help you scrub the thoughts of the mechanic away, already proving to be pointless when you found yourself biting your lip as you checked the time, wondering if it was too late for him to come over or not. Fuck it, you found yourself thinking as you turned the shower on to let it warm up, the worst thing he could say is that he’s busy. You were desperate to see him, even more so now that you knew he was just as desperate to see you. You found yourself unlocking your phone and opening up your text thread with the mechanic before you could talk yourself out of it.

i’m home now if you’re still free

You had deleted and reworded the text more times than you could count, cursing at yourself for overthinking everything when it came to him. You set your phone back down on the counter as you pulled your shirt over your head, surprised to see your phone screen already lit up by the time you were pulling the cloth over your head. You were quick to pick the device up, the excitement quick to deflate from your shoulders as you read his response.

stuck at work, love. sorry. x

You were embarrassed to admit how long you stared at the x on your screen, butterflies mixing with the burning desire already in your stomach. You sighed, sending back a sad face before locking your phone and setting it back down on the bathroom counter. You were quick to undress the rest of the way before sliding into the shower - sighing in relief almost immediately as the hot water pelted against your already heated skin.

You hummed along to a song you were sure you’d heard on the radio before as you scrubbed your body to rid the thoughts of the older man that couldn’t seem to leave your mind as hard as you tried. You couldn’t help but think about his own hands running along your body as you washed the suds down the drain or his fingers running through your hair as you shampooed it. Halfway through your shower you realized that it was putting you into an even worse position than you were in before you had gotten in, your core throbbing and begging for attention as you let the hot water run down your spine. You tried to shake away the desire, but the longer you stayed in, the more lightheaded you felt. You couldn’t decipher if it was from the thoughts clouding your brain or the steam clouding the mirrors. Either way, you felt desperate to leave the space, doing a final rinse of your body before turning the water off and stepping out into the slightly less steamy air in the bathroom, the cool tile underneath your feet grounding you.

You took a deep breath, wrapping a towel around you and wiping away some of the steam off the mirror so you could look at yourself. Stray droplets of water ran down your flushed face, you couldn’t quite pinpoint if your red cheeks were due to the burning water against your skin or the burning desire between your thighs. You picked your phone up to move it, realizing that you had placed it a little too close to the edge of the counter and you didn’t want to risk knocking it off, the screen lighting up when you moved it to reveal that Matty had responded to you while you were showering.

i know, i’m sorry. i promise i will see you soon. miss you

You felt your face flush further, this time you knew it wasn’t from the heat of the shower. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, a faint smirk pulling at your lips as an idea popped into your head. You leaned over the counter to wipe at the same spot you had before, the steam in the bathroom already starting to cloud it again. You smiled to yourself as you wrote ‘miss you’ with a small heart through the steam on the mirror, dropping your towel and opening up the camera on your phone. The spot on the mirror that you had wiped clear was only big enough for Matty to clearly see your face, the rest of your wet and naked body was blurry behind the steam of the mirror. You took a few shots, posing differently with each one until you got the perfect picture to send to him. You laughed at yourself as you sent the picture to him, thinking about how just earlier you were scared to add a <3 to the end of your message and now you were sending him this. The shower seemingly had washed away your nerves.

You locked your phone as soon as it was marked delivered, ignoring the device as you finished up your routine of lotioning your body and brushing through your now freshly washed hair. You opted out of getting dressed when you were finished, you had always preferred to sleep naked.

By the time you had carried yourself to bed and got under the covers, finally grabbing your phone to see the end of Matty’s phone call flashing across your screen, your lockscreen coming back into view as the call ended - showing that you already had four missed calls from him. You smiled to yourself with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, thighs clenched involuntarily as the desire that had slightly subsided had fully reignited at the sight of his name. You clicked on the missed call notification and put the device up to your ear. Your core seemed to throb in sync with each ring of the phone. Only ringing three times before Matty’s gruff voice was speaking into your ear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was deep, raspier than normal. The sound had heat rolling in your stomach, your thighs clenching together once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to keep your voice innocent, accomplishing your goal if Matty’s scoff on the other end signified anything to you. “I thought you were at work.”

“I am.” Matty emphasized, his tone underlying with annoyance yet still filled with desire, it had a new wave of arousal rolling through your veins. “I had to come to the bathroom after opening up that little picture of yours. What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing.” You sighed dramatically, shifting against the mattress. You haven’t seen him in so long, haven’t heard his voice in so long, that just the sound of it already had you dripping with desire. The sound of Matty scoffing in your ear had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your free hand that wasn’t holding your phone was already trailing down your stomach, stopping at the dip of your hips and swirling against the soft skin there. “I just took a shower.”

Matty hummed. The silence that followed was deafening, making you shift against the mattress once more as you swallowed thickly. The throbbing between your legs was becoming too intense to be ignored. “You just wanted to hear my voice, didn’t you? You miss me that bad?”

You should have been ashamed by how you were already this flustered when nothing had even happened yet, of how Matty seemed to already had you all figured out - and you would have been if his voice hadn’t already taken on a more dominant tone that he only possessed when he was fucking you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when your cunt was aching to be touched. “Yes.”

“Poor baby.” Matty cooed with faux sympathy, the sound had your fingers twitching against your stomach, desperate to travel lower but you already knew you weren’t allowed to without his permission. “So needy and desperate for me that you had to call me to get you off? Can’t do it on your own?”

The whine that tumbled from your lips was pitiful, squirming against the mattress and clenching around nothing at the fact that Matty knew you so well. “Don’t want to do it on my own.” You admitted with a breathy tone. “Want you.”

“I know, baby. You’ll have me soon.” His promising words had your heart clenching alongside your cunt, anticipation coursing through your veins as arousal dripped from you and spread against your thighs. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No.” You were quick to answer. “N-Not yet, wanted your permission.”

“Baby.” Matty groaned, you could hear him shuffling through the phone. “Good fucking girl, always so good for me. My best girl, yeah?”

You preened at his words, another pitiful whine tumbling through the speaker of your phone and into his ear. Butterflies fluttering alongside your core at the fact that he had called you his best girl. His. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Matty agreed, his tone had grown breathier now, you could only assume that was due to the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down echoing into your ear. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me hear you.” Your hand was sliding down the remainder of the way before he could even finish the sentence, having been itching for it for far too long now. You ran two of your fingers through the wetness of your folds before swirling around your already swollen bundle of nerves, moaning into the mechanic’s ear already - having been too long since you had been touched that it was already too much for you. “That’s it, baby. So good for me, slow down for me, yeah?”

“Matty.” You whined in disagreement yet your fingers had immediately followed his instructions, drawing slow circles around your bundle of nerves now. “Please, I’m so desperate for it.”

“I know you are, baby. You haven’t had my cock splitting you open in so long, I know you’re gagging for it.” Matty’s words had your fingers involuntarily speeding up, clenching your empty core that was begging to be filled. “I told you to slow down.” You whined, the one time you were cursing Matty for knowing you so well, slowing your fingers once more. “It won’t be as good if you aren’t begging for it.”

“It won’t be as good regardless because you’re not here.” You countered, speaking truthfully and hoping it’d get you rewarded. “Please, Matty. I need it.” You begged, making your voice extra breathy, hopeful that it would get you your way. You knew if he could see your face all you’d have to do was bat your eyes at him and you’d have it any way you wanted, but he couldn’t so you had to get creative. “You need to get back to work anyways. C’mon, let me have it.”

Matty groaned into your ear, you could have sworn that you heard the faint sound of him pumping himself through the speaker, the thought made you that much more desperate - clenching your thighs around your hand between them. “Fuck yourself, baby. Two fingers. Nice and slow, alright?”

You whine as you drop the phone on the pillow next to you, quick to put it on speaker phone as you slide your fingers down from your bundle of nerves, swirling them around your entrance before sliding them in as slowly as you know Matty would have if they were his own. Your walls immediately clenched around your own digits, having been empty for so long that you were already so desperate for more - skin on fire. “Matty.”

“Nice and slow, baby.” Matty reminded you through breathy moans, your fingers involuntarily matched the pace that you could hear him pumping himself with. “Be good for me.”

You tried to be, you did, it just wasn’t enough. Your fingers weren’t as long as Matty’s and not nearly as thick, you couldn’t make yourself feel like he could, it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “I want to be.” You admitted through a moan. “I need more, it’s not enough. I need more, Matty, please.”

“Fuck.” Matty groaned, you could hear the sound of his own hand pumping himself faster before he was instructing you. “You know I can’t deny you of anything when you talk to me like that.” You preened at his words, happy to know that your tactics were finally working. “Go faster, baby. Use your other hand to rub your clit for me. Hard and fast, sweetheart, just how you like me.” You could hear the smugness in his voice but you were too drunk on the feeling of pleasure as you picked up the pace of your fingers, gasping when your other fingers found home against your bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles against them - your toes curling as your moans mixed through the speaker with Matty’s. “I wish I could see you right now, fuck, I know you look so pretty falling apart to the sound of my voice.”

You whined, thrashing against the mattress as his words had heat coiling in your stomach, bringing you closer and closer to the edge as you tried to touch yourself as he would. “I’m close.”

“Yeah, me too, fuck.” Matty admitted through a broken moan, that had your fingers moving impossibly quicker - chasing your high. “You wanna cum for me, princess? Wanna cum to the sound of my voice? Dirty fucking girl, sending me that picture while I’m at work because you knew it would get you exactly what you wanted.”

His mouth grew dirtier the closer he brought himself to a close. “Please.” You whined, knowing you couldn’t bring yourself over the edge that you were teetering without his permission. “I need it so bad. Please.”

“Cum for me, baby. All over your fucking fingers, let me hear you.” And really, that was all you were waiting for. The words had barely left Matty’s mouth before you felt as though you were snapping in two, your orgasm crashing into you and giving you the sweet release that you had been searching for all day long. Matty followed not too far after, groaning through the speaker phone as he came down from his high. You slowly pulled your fingers out of yourself, not wincing as bad as when Matty pulled out, grabbing your phone to open your camera once again - sticking your tongue out and placing the two coated fingers against it and snapping a pic, immediately sending it to him. You knew that he had received the picture when you heard him say through the phone. “Oh, fuck me.”

You giggle to yourself at the sound of his reaction, keeping the phone on speaker phone as you carried it into the bathroom with you so you could wash your hands and clean yourself up. “Are you feeling proud of yourself?”

You laughed softly at his question, shrugging despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. “A little bit, yeah.” You dried your hands off on the hand towel that hung beside your light switch, turning that off as you carried yourself back into bed, nuzzling under the covers. “I am sorry for interrupting you at work though, I hope I didn’t get you too far behind.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Matty brushed it off, you could hear him shuffling through the phone, you could only assume he was cleaning up his mess as well. “I don’t know why we haven’t been doing this every night, to be honest. That was hot.”

You snorted through the phone, taking it off speaker in favor of putting it back up to your ear, needing his voice closer to your ear - it made it easier to pretend like he was in the bed with you this way. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand, swallowing the lump in your throat when you noticed the time and realized that you should probably hang up soon so he could get back to work. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” You spoke softly, sighing deeply. “I don’t even want to go to that stupid frat party tomorrow, but my friends will have my head on a platter if I dont show.”

“We’ll find time.” Matty spoke with confidence that made you feel more at ease but you still had the creeping reminder that this was nothing more than just a casual thing. “Listen, I should probably get back to work, but I’ll see you soon, okay? I promise.”

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to disguise the sadness that filled your voice. “Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright.” Matty spoke softly. “You’ll be safe tomorrow night, right? This isn’t some field party that happens in the beginning of horror movies?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his words. “No, it’s not a field party. It’s at a fraternity.”

“Don’t know if that makes me feel much better, to be honest.” His words awakening those god forsaken butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll be safe.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I promise.”

“Okay.” Matty spoke back in the same volume. “Have fun, okay?” Soft tone turned teasing. “But not too much fun or I might get a little jealous.”

You found yourself giggling once again, shaking your head at him despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. “I’ll try.”

“Alright.” Matty spoke through a soft laugh. “Okay, I’ve gotta go before George comes looking for me. I’ll text you, okay?”

And there it was, that domestic feeling creeping into your veins, threatening to break down your wall of delusion. You had never been in a friends with benefits situation with someone before, but you were fairly sure they didn’t work like this. But it was too late for you to spiral about this, instead you chose to nod your head and agree. “Okay.” You hoped he didn’t hear the sadness in your voice. “Goodbye, Matty.”

“Bye, baby.” And then the line went dead. You kept the phone held up against your ear for a beat too long, stunned by the term of endearment. Sure he had called you the name more times than you could count. Hell, he had just moaned it in your ear for the better half of the past thirty minutes, but he had never used it outside of sex before. It felt - different. Almost as if it held more meaning behind it when it was said without a moan following behind it.

After minutes that felt like hours had passed, you finally pulled the phone away from your ear, tossing it to the pillow next to you as you continued to stare up at the ceiling until you eventually fell asleep to the thought of what you had gotten yourself into.

—

Friday afternoon had flown by with a breeze, you had aced your economics quiz, you actually took notes during calculus class and now you were standing in front of your mirror as you turned yourself every which angle to make sure you like the dress that clung to your body. It was a simple dress, really, nothing to write home about. Your friend had texted you that the theme for the frat party was a blackout, you rolled your eyes at how little effort had been put into that idea. Men. You were quick to find a short black dress that clung to your body and fell just past the curve of your ass. It was a dress that you had worn a million times, but for some reason you felt as though you needed a second opinion to make sure that you looked okay. You were quick to throw on your platform docs to complete the look before standing back in front of your mirror to take a picture to send to Matty.

are you sure you don’t want to come with me?

you could be my arm candy

It didn’t take long for you to get a response.

you look so fucking good

are you sure you don’t just want to come over to my house instead? i think that dress might look even better on my bedroom floor

You blushed down to your roots at his message, smiling to yourself as you shook your head, typing out a response.

you’re insufferable

i can’t miss this, but please know i’d much rather be at your house than this frat house tonight

Matty’s reply was almost instant.

good girl

good answer

You felt your blush deepen.

you sure you don’t want to wear a jacket? think it might be too cold outside for just that

You snorted at the text on your screen, rolling your eyes.

you sure that’s the only reason?

You glanced back at yourself in the mirror as you awaited Matty’s response, checking yourself out with a smug smile on your face. You knew exactly why Matty wanted you to wear a jacket.

yes, i’m sure

You rolled your eyes once more. You knew Matty would be too stubborn to admit it.

okay

whatever you say, old man.

You already knew what Matty was typing before it came across your screen, giggling to yourself as you read it and confirmed your suspicions.

watch it

my leather jacket is still at your apartment

it fits the theme after all

Your stomach fluttered as your eyes scanned over his texts, he wanted you to wear his jacket to the party tonight. You couldn’t help but feel as though this was his way of marking his territory against all the frat boys who would inevitably approach you tonight. The thought had heat coiling in your stomach.

You decided to indulge him, quick to carry your doc clad feet through your apartment and over to the coat rack where his leather jacket had been sitting ever since he had placed it there over a week ago. You were quick to slip your arms through it only to be immediately surrounded by the smell of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes, surprised that the smell still lingered in the leather.

You felt a little weak in the knees at the way his leather jacket seemed to swallow you, the jacket going further down your thighs than your dress did. You basked in the cloud of his scent for a beat longer before carrying yourself back into your room and sending Matty another picture.

much better

now you won’t be cold

although now that i see you wearing something of mine i really think you should just skip out on this stupid party and come over. i have better alcohol and hands that have been dying to touch you

You rolled your eyes at the mechanic, shaking your head slightly as you glanced at yourself one last time in the mirror, quite liking the sight of his jacket on you. You liked wearing something that was his, it made you feel like you belonged to him. Maybe that was his goal.

you know i can’t

but maybe if you’re nice i’ll come over after with your leather jacket on and nothing underneath ;)

You typed out your response as you made your way out of the bedroom, grabbing your purse and car keys off of your coffee table before Matty responded.

fuck. okay

have fun. be safe. x

You smiled to yourself as you read his message, a warm and fuzzy feeling seeping through your veins and down to your toes. Your heart reacted to his message before walking out your front door, walking towards your friend's car that was parked in your apartment lot waiting on you.

The frat party was just as moronic as you expected it to be. Sticky floors, cheap alcohol, bodies pressed against each other as the most overplayed top 40 radio hit blared through the speakers - vibrating your skull and giving you a searing headache. You had lost your friends almost immediately - the group dispersing as soon as their feet passed through the threshold, making you more upset that you were even there in the first place. They were the only reason you came, you could have been with Matty but instead you chose to appease your friends who had left you all alone in the middle of Alpha Phi with a red solo cup full of vodka mixed with sprite in your hand.

You didn’t quite like the taste of what you were drinking, but you were in no mood to fight for a new one in the kitchen full of people who were far more drunk than you were, trying to take the drink down in gulps to get it over with faster - your face drawing up in disgust with each drink.

“You don’t look like you’re having a very good time.” You turned to face the voice that seemed to be directed at you, tilting your head up slightly so you could get a good look at his face. “You here alone?”

You brought the red solo cup back up to your lips to take a sip, trying your hardest to keep your face neutral as the alcohol mixed with bubbly soda burned down your throat. “My friends ditched me.”

“Ah!” The boy sporting a shirt that matched the name of the fraternity you were standing in the middle of nodded. “Dick move.” You laughed softly and nodded along in agreement. “I’m Kyle. Kyle Blake.”

Your eyebrows shot up at him holding his hand out, awaiting for you to shake it. You weren’t expecting him to be so - formal. You repeated your name back to him, laughing as his face drew up in confusion and pointed at his ears, signaling to you that he couldn’t hear you over the loud music. You repeated your name louder this time, more slowly so that he could understand it. “Oh! Well, it’s nice to meet you.” You returned the soft smile he was giving you, bringing your cup back up to your lips to busy yourself under the stare of Kyle’s blue eyes. “Can I get you a different drink? I don’t think you like that one very much.”

You laughed into your cup, cheeks rosy from being caught as you brought the red solo cup back down at your sides. “Yeah, I’d like that. This is not very good.” Kyle’s head tossed back in a laugh, grabbing the cup from your hands and bringing it up to his own mouth to try a taste. You couldn’t help but stare at him in bewilderment as he drank from your cup, he didn’t even know you.

“Oh, yeah, this is gross.” Kyle’s nose scrunched at your cup in his hand, looking around for a clear space to set it down on, finding home for it on the banister of the stairs next to you. “Follow me, I’ll get you all fixed up.”

You followed Kyle into the kitchen, watching as he poured you a mix of several different juices and various alcohols, staring at him through furrowed brows as he told you to just trust him before you tasted the concoction. You were upset to admit that he was right, you weren’t quite sure what drink he had made but it was delicious. So you downed the first one and allowed him to pour you another and another and another and soon you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter having much more fun than you had been an hour ago. Kyle leaned against the kitchen island across from you, sipping on his own drink and laughing at whatever you had just said to him.

You felt good. You were having fun. You actually felt like your age for the first time in weeks - out at a college party instead of holed up in your apartment or a car garage. You were flirting with a boy your own age, it was nice - refreshing. This was the first time in weeks your brain wasn’t consumed with the man over a decade older than you, your thoughts weren’t swimming with the memories of his hands on you or feeling sad that you had almost forgotten what they had felt like. For the first time since you had met the mechanic, your brain was Matty free. That is until Kyle took a step closer to you, his hip brushing your knee cap and making you feel a little more sober than you did a minute ago.

“So, do you want to get out of here?” You could smell the vodka on Kyle’s breath, the smell mixed with the feeling of one of his fingers tracing shapes on your thigh made you feel like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on you, taking you out of your head and back into reality.

“Oh.” You whispered, sitting up more straight on the counter, sitting your cup down on the counter next to your hip. “Uh-”

“What?” Kyle’s eyes narrowed, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. “You got a boyfriend or something?”

All thoughts you had forgotten about Matty came rushing back to you all at once, making your stomach churn and you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the thought of what Matty would think if he saw the position you were in right now. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? The control he had over you when you weren’t even his. Every single time you found yourself tangled in his bed sheets, Matty made it a point to tell you that you were his, that you belonged to him, but the stone cold truth of the matter was that you didn’t.

It wasn’t fair. None of this was. I mean, here you sat - on top of a counter, engulfed in Matty’s leather jacket and about to turn down a man in fear of upsetting the mechanic. And for what? So he would keep driving to your campus on his lunch break so he could fuck you hard and fast, leaving you as soon as he pulled out? So you could keep canceling plans so that you were free to go over to his place and writhe against his sheets until you were seeing stars, driving home with his cum dripping down your thighs. So you could keep feeding into your delusionals, grasping onto that small bit of hope that maybe someday he would feel even an ounce for you what you felt for him.

But it was pointless.

You and Matty had been seeing each other for months at this point and he has never made a move to progress the relationship any further than what it was - a booty call. The thought had your stomach churning again. You were nothing to Matty except a young, fresh piece of meat that boosted his confidence because you were always there awaiting his beck and call. Matty said jump, you asked how high. It was pitiful, really. How hard you had fallen for the man when he only thought of you as his little fucktoy.

The realization had made you quite sad, the feeling not a good mix with the alcohol coursing through your veins, the liquor heightened the feeling. You were wasting your youth on a man who would never see you as anything past a good fuck.

“I don’t guess so, no.” You hated how depressed your voice sounded, shoulders slumped. You were sure that your eyes had portrayed the sadness coursing through your veins as Kyle stared down at you with knowing eyes.

“It’s complicated?” He offered for you, smiling softly when you glanced up at him through your lashes, encouraging you.

“Very.” Your laugh didn’t quite meet your eyes. “I’m sorry, I just-” You cut yourself off to release a hefty sigh. “I can’t. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

Kyle laughed softly, taking a step back from you as he scratched the back of his neck. “Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” You smiled softly in appreciation at that frat boy, thankful that out of all the men that could have approached you tonight, that it was someone as kind as him. “I would still like to get to know you. You know, as a friend.” You watched as Kyle reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, handing it to you with a blank contact on the screen. “Or you know, if you ever get tired of dealing with the complications.”

You laughed wetly, not even noticing the single stray tear that had fallen from your eyes until it dripped down onto the frat boys phone. If you weren't so drunk, you would have been embarrassed. You blamed the tear on the alcohol instead of the mechanic. You typed your phone number into his phone, giving the device back to him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry for crying, this is so embarrassing.” You laughed at yourself, sniffling as you patted your eyes dry softly as to try and not ruin your mascara. “God, I’m a wreck. Okay, this is my cue to go home. I’m cut off for the night.”

Kyle’s laughter mixed with your own as you hopped off of the kitchen counter, smoothing down the skirt of your dress and ignoring the reminder that you were still wrapped up in Matty’s leather jacket. “You need a ride home?”

“No, no.” You were quick to wave him off. “My apartment is just a few blocks away, I’ll be okay.”

“Alright.” Kyle hesitated. “I’ll text you now so that you have my number in case you need anything.” You nodded along, not really registering what he was saying, just ready to get out of this fraternity and into some fresh air. “Be safe.”

The words stung your chest, the reminder of Matty saying the same thing to you mere hours ago was like the final nail in the coffin of your spiral. You turned on your heels and were quick to leave the fraternity, not even bothering to find your friends and inform them of your departure.

You were honestly surprised with how quickly you had made your way back home, thankful for knowing the route like the back of your hand so your hazy mind didn’t have to try and fight to figure it out. It felt as though you had just walked out of the fraternity when you were stumbling up the stairs to your apartment, missing the key three times before finally sliding it home and unlocking the front door.

You trudged your way through the living room, already removing the god forsaken leather jacket from your arms, tossing it onto the couch before throwing your body down next to it. You threw your head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling as your mind raced.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had been staring up at the ceiling when the sound of your phone buzzing inside of Matty’s leather jacket had pulled you out of your daze. You sighed as you dug the device out, surprised to see three text messages awaiting your response. One from Sam, one from Kyle and a fresh one from Matty. You swallowed thickly as you unlocked your phone, choosing to open your brother's message first since his was the oldest.

Sam’s text read,

hey, don’t forget about my birthday party tomorrow. or my present lol

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself, releasing a hefty sigh. You had in fact forgotten about his birthday party this weekend, already cursing yourself for the amount of drinks you had tonight, knowing you’d be sporting a hangover at his house tomorrow. You liked his message, not bothering to fully respond since he had sent the text hours ago, you were sure he was asleep by now.

You swiped out of the text thread with your brother in favor of opening the text from an unsaved number, already knowing who it belonged to.

Kyle’s text read,

hey, this is kyle. :) hope ur not passed out in some ditch lol

You couldn’t help but snort at his message, manicured nails already typing out a response.

you’ll be happy to know that i avoided the ditch at all costs!

You hesitated to swipe out of the message thread with Kyle, already knowing who’s text was waiting on a response. You took a deep breath before opening up Matty’s text, a fresh wave of sadness rolling through you as you opened it.

Matty’s text read,

i’m sure you’re having a blast right now, but i can guarantee you’d be having more fun with me. what time do you think i should head that way? i don’t want you driving to me since you’ve been drinking. i can’t wait to see you. xx

You threw your head back against the couch once more, dropping your phone in your lap to rub your face out of frustration. You had completely forgotten that you had told Matty you might come over after the party tonight.

Despite how every inch of you was screaming to tell him to come over right now, you couldn’t help but think that maybe it was time to put some distance between the two of you. Maybe it was time to put yourself and your feelings first, that it was time to start protecting your own heart and stop allowing Matty to walk all over it.

You were young, you had your whole life ahead of you. You shouldn’t be in turmoil over a man who was over a decade older than you that only wanted you for your body. You picked up your phone and typed out a response before you could talk yourself out of it.

sorry, i can't tonight.

This was good. You were setting boundaries. You were protecting your feelings. You knew that if you kept allowing this situationship to go further that it would only end in heartache for you. Well, more heartache, that is. Matty’s reply was almost instant.

oh. okay.

You felt your eyes start to swell with a fresh set of tears at the text on your screen. Fighting off the urge to text him nevermind, come over now. This needed to be done. You couldn’t keep allowing him to have such power over you. Another text came in.

is everything okay?

You laughed wetly, shaking your head at yourself at how pathetic you were acting, crying over boy in theory - hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault that you had taken a casual thing and made it so deep. It wasn’t his fault that you had fallen so hard for him.

yeah.

You sent back with a sigh, you didn’t have the energy to reply back with more effort right now. Not when the alcohol coursing through your veins had you feeling like you were swimming against the couch. You saw a notification banner come down at the top of your screen, signaling that Kyle had responded to you.

You read his text at the top, smiling to yourself.

so you made it home okay?

You clicked on the notification, too drunk to notice that it hadn’t sent you into your text thread with Kyle and that you were still in your messages with Matty as you typed out your response.

yeah, i made it home just fine. it was nice meeting you tonight, thanks for turning my night around :)

And then you were locking your phone and tossing it to the couch next to you, the pounding in your head made you feel like you needed to lay down, toeing your shoes off so you could curl up on the couch. You eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the mechanic who was staring at the text on his phone that was meant to be sent to another guy.

—

By some act of god himself, you had managed to wake up and drag yourself to your brother’s birthday party - but not before popping two extra strength tylenols and chugging a glass of water. The pounding in your head had subsided to a dull ache by the time you were walking through the front door to his house, surprised to see the space already full with so many people. You had no idea your brother was this popular.

You found Sam quickly, engulfing him in a hug and wishing him a happy birthday despite the fact that it was actually a few days away. You understood him throwing the party on a Saturday though, you didn’t think many people would show up on a Wednesday.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” Sam smiled, squeezing your shoulder as he pulled away from the hug. “Thought you might have forgotten or something.”

“Yeah, sorry, I overslept a little.” You explained with a sheepish smile. “I’m a bit hungover.”

Sam laughed, your statement clearing up a few questions that he had on the tip of his tongue. “Well, if you need a little hair of the dog, it’s in the kitchen.”

“Wonderful.” You beamed. “I think I’ll go check that out right now, actually.”

Sam shook his head through a laugh, saluting you as you turned on your heels and b-lined for the all too familiar kitchen, smiling and waving at people you recognized along the way and ignoring the stares of the few you didn’t. You were quick to grab a red solo cup from the stack on the island, grabbing the bottle of vodka and pouring what you deemed two shots worth into the cup. You tried to ignore the roll in your stomach at the smell of the alcohol, your body didn’t seem too keen on consuming more of it so soon, but you didn’t care. You grabbed the bottle of cranberry juice from the line of options, filling your cup the rest of the way with the maroon liquid. You swirled the concoction around in the cup twice before bringing it up to your lips, licking the remainder from them and smiling to yourself as you had perfectly masked the taste of vodka.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” You tensed at the sound of the all too familiar voice from behind you, not even needing to turn around to know who had just crowded your space. If the memory of his voice hadn’t already been etched into your brain, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne would have given him away. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You brought the red solo cup up to your lips to take a massive gulp of your drink, wincing slightly as you swallowed, before you turned around and faced the mechanic that you hadn’t seen in two weeks - you kicked yourself at the fact that the sight of him already had you feeling weak in the knees. But you couldn’t help yourself, he looked good. This was one of the very few times you had seen him all cleaned up, so used to only seeing him covered in oil and grease and he looked damn good. The way his freshly washed curls were slightly pushed back - a few strands falling over onto his forehead, the way the cuffs of the black shirt that he was wearing fit so snug against the muscles of his tattooed arms, the way he was looking you up and down with a smug smile and hungry, possessive eyes. You could already feel your resolve weakening. When you had made the decision to distance yourself from him, you didn’t think you’d be seeing him so soon - or really, ever again. You didn’t think about how much harder it’d be from falling back into his trap when he was looking at you like he could eat you alive right in the middle of the kitchen in front of everyone.

“I didn’t know Sam invited you.” You finally found your voice to speak, heart racing as Matty took another step closer to you, the primal look in his already dark eyes had your stomach churning. You gripped the drink in your hand tighter as you brought it back up to your lips.

“Yeah.” Matty nodded along, a few more strands of curls falling over onto his forehead in the process. “We’ve grown a lot closer these past couple of weeks, it feels like we're back in college again.” The mechanic smiled softly, taking another step closer to you - crowding you against the kitchen island. “I guess we have you to thank for that.”

You nodded, taking another large gulp of your drink as your heart raced against your chest, glancing over Matty’s shoulder to make sure that Sam wasn’t anywhere around - thankful to see him occupied by a group of people you didn’t know the names of. You turned your eyes back to Matty, staring up at him through your lashes as he towered over you, dark eyes pinning you in place. “I guess so.”

Matty nodded as his eyes broke away from your own to travel along the expanse of your body once more, causing you to bring the drink back up to your mouth once more, wishing that you had added more alcohol to it. The tension in the limited space between the two of you was thick, it made you feel like you were suffocating. “You don’t seem too happy to see me.”

You swallowed thickly. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You explained, fighting to keep your eyes locked with his dark ones as his tattooed arms crossed over his chest, making the muscles in them more prominent. Your tongue felt as though it was made of sandpaper. “That’s all.”

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here either.” Matty retorted, your head tilting to the side out of confusion at his words.

“Why wouldn’t I be at my own brother’s birthday party?” Narrowing your eyes at the mechanic as you could feel the shift in the air between the two of you, taking another sip of your drink.

“I thought you might be a little too hungover from last night.” His patronizing tone didn’t go unnoticed. Your heart pounded against your chest at the mention of the frat party you had attended the night before, your mind immediately filled with thoughts of Kyle and the fact that if Matty knew that you had occupied most of the party flirting with the boy that he would be pulling you into the nearest room to remind you who you belonged to. But you didn’t belong to him and that was the entire issue here, that is why you needed to put some distance between the two of you, ironic now that he had you crowded against the kitchen island. You felt nervous as Matty’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, looking at you as if he already had you all figured out, like he knew what you had been up to the night before. But he couldn’t have known, right? “So, how was the party then?”

Matty asked the question like he already knew the answer, heat gathered behind his expecting eyes that had you nervous to answer, feeling as though you were being interrogated and he was just waiting for you to slip up. “It was okay, I guess.”

“Just okay?” Matty’s eyebrows scrunched, his head tilting to the side, his voice dripping in sarcasm that had you feeling so small under his stare. “Surely you have more to say than that. C’mon love, tell me about it.”

You swallowed thickly, taking a beat of silence just to stare at the mechanic before you, eyes flickering to the way his nostrils flared ever so slightly as he awaited your response. “There’s not much to say, it was just a dumb college party. I drank, I danced, I left. You don’t want to hear about that.”

“Oh yes, I do.” Matty shot you a smile that didn’t quite reach his heated eyes that narrowed in on you, patronizing tone back in full force. “You drank, you danced, you left. That’s it, then?”

You narrowed your own eyes back at him, suspicious of the way he was talking to you, getting the feeling once again that he was just waiting for you to slip up. You couldn’t help but feel like he had gotten his wish granted when a wicked smile spread across his face as you replied. “Yeah, it was a pretty boring party, to be honest.”

“Hm.” Matty hummed, nodding once or twice before opening his mouth to speak again. “You didn’t meet anyone, then?” Your mind immediately flashed with the memory of Kyle approaching you, your heart hammering at this point as Matty took another faint step closer to you - the tip of his shoes touching your own. You glanced around the room to make sure nobody was watching the two of you and to confirm that Sam was still preoccupied. “You didn’t talk to any boys?”

You thought about telling him the truth about Kyle, the idea of making him feel inferior was all too tempting, you wanted to make him feel threatened - but you couldn’t. The thought of disappointing him, of making him upset with you had you lying through your teeth and putting the final nail in your coffin. “Nope.”

Matty hummed, tongue in cheek. “And you’re sure about that?”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, swallowing thickly before muttering, “Yes.”

Matty chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he shifted his weight between his feet, uncrossing his arms from his chest in favor of reaching around to his back pocket to pull out his phone. You felt uneasy as you watched his long fingers unlock the device and swipe across the screen. “I didn’t take you for a liar but I guess I misjudged you.”

You felt your eyebrows scrunch in confusion at Matty’s words, turning your head to the side when he tossed his unlocked phone onto the kitchen island he had you crowded against. You glanced back over at him, gulping when his head tilted towards his phone, signaling to you that he wanted you to read whatever was on his screen. You hesitated before picking it up, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of your name at the top of the screen, a picture of you that you had no memory of him ever taking had been set as the contact picture. Your eyes flew over the all too familiar texts, the scrunch of your brows deepening as you filtered through them, confused as to why Matty wanted you to read through these until you made it to the last messaged you had sent him - you felt as though your feet had been kicked out from under you as you read what was written on the screen.

yeah, i made it home just fine. it was nice meeting you tonight, thanks for turning my night around :)

You kept your eyes on Matty’s phone in your hand in lieu of looking at him, his burning stare against your skin was already enough to have you wishing that the ground below you would open up and swallow you whole. You closed your eyes tightly as Matty snatched the phone out of your hands, tucking it back into the pocket on his jeans. You sighed, your voice meek. “I didn’t know I sent that to you.”

Matty scoffed. “Clearly.”

You finally willed yourself to look up at him, your stomach churning at the dangerous look in his dark eyes, gulping down what remained in your red solo cup and placing the empty vessel on the island behind you. “It’s not what it looks like, okay?” You spoke through a huff, crossing your arms over your chest and tightening them. “Nothing happened.”

“Of course not.” Matty laughed through a scoff, shaking his head softly - the strands of curls that had fallen on his forehead moved with it. “I guess I’m just confused as to why some guy got your number in the first place.”

“I don’t know.” You exasperated, rubbing at your temples, quickly growing irritated at the interrogation. “I was lonely, my friends ditched me and he kept me company.”

“Lonely?” Matty laughed through astonishment as he brought his hand up to his mouth to rub at his chin. “You could have called me.” He emphasized. “You’re telling me that I sat around all night waiting for you to text me to come over meanwhile you were handing out your number to frat boys?”

Matty’s voice grew in anger the more he spoke, making you feel smaller and smaller as hit words hit you. The way he was speaking to you had anger of your own start to simmer in your veins, he had no right to be this upset. “It was nice to talk to someone closer to my own age group.” You bit back at him, refusing to allow him to make you feel guilty. You weren’t dating, you had done nothing wrong. “I was at a college party, forgive me for acting my age.”

“Yeah, well you’re sure doing a good fucking job at that now.” Matty scoffed, condescending as ever. His words crawl under your skin and make the simmering anger inside of you start to boil.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You shot back with narrowed eyes that threatened him to say what he really meant, that you were being childish.

“It means that you’re acting like a fucking child right now.” Matty’s voice grew in volume, you were grateful for the music that played throughout the house that drowned him out, glad that nobody had seemed to notice the argument happening between the two of you. “I’m trying to have a proper conversation with you about all of this and you’re dead set on making it difficult. I don’t understand what happened, we were perfectly fine before you went to that party, what gives?”

You tried to hear what Matty was saying but all your brain could focus on was repeating child, child, child on a constant loop. You knew he was thinking it but to hear him actually voice it had all the insecurities about your age hit you at full force, feeling angry that one single word had the power to make you feel so small. “Maybe when I got there I realized that I shouldn’t be wasting my time on someone who only wants anything to do with me when his own hand isn’t good enough to get him off.” Dark eyes squinted at you as you spoke. “Maybe I realized how naive I was being to believe that I was anything more than a fucktoy to you.”

Matty was staring at you as if you had grown two heads, voice dripping in confusion. “What are you going on about right now?”

“That I was too childish to realize how you were using me.” You spoke with venom, throwing the word back at him and making his face fall in realization. “But girls your age know better, right?”

“I wasn’t making a jab at your age,” Matty spoke softer now, eyes full of regret for his poor choice in wording, knowing all too well how insecure you were about your age when you were with him. “I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I-”

Matty was cut off by a strong arm being thrown over his shoulder, causing him to jump and face the person who was infiltrating the bubble the two of you had created. You felt sick to your stomach at the sight of your brother’s tipsy smile, having chosen the perfectly wrong time to interrupt the conversation. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were here.” Squeezing Matty’s shoulder as the mechanic looked like a deer caught in headlights, his face a shade paler than normal. You already knew that he was thinking the same thing that you had been, that Sam had overheard your conversation and knew what was going on between the two of you. But you knew your older brother well enough to know that if he had, he wouldn’t be hugging Matty with a smile. “What are you two talking about over here?”

Matty glanced over at you, begging you for help that you didn’t offer. You wished you had made yourself another drink earlier, it felt like an ill time to do it now. “I was just making sure her car hadn't been giving her anymore trouble lately. I haven’t seen her in awhile so I figured everything must be running smoothly, but I just wanted to make sure.” You suppressed an eye roll as Matty fell back on a reliable excuse that you’d think would have been exhausted by now. In the heat of the moment you almost wished that Sam had overheard your conversation so that he could punch Matty for you. “Happy birthday, mate.”

Sam smiled brightly, thanking Matty and squeezing his shoulder one last time before releasing him, tilting his head to the side and making a confused face at the mechanic. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket? It’s fucking cold outside?”

You felt your heart drop at Sam’s question, curious as to how he was so observant with the alcohol coursing through his veins. “Oh, uh.” Matty’s eyes slid over to meet your own. “I left it at some girl's house.”

“Ah, I should have known.” Sam laughed, knocking Matty’s shoulder. “I think half your closet is scattered around town at this point.”

You felt sick to your stomach. Stomach churning at the thought of Matty leaving an article of clothing behind as an excuse to come back wasn’t just reserved for you, at the fact that your brother was completely clueless to the fact that Matty’s leather jacket was currently laying on your couch in your apartment - discarded after being engulfed by you last night.

Matty forced a laugh, keeping his dark eyes on you to try and somewhat read what was going on inside your mind. You turned your attention to the floor, growing a sudden interest in the tile beneath your shoes. “Speaking of that, there’s a girl here I want to introduce you to.” Another roll of nausea rolled through you as your brother pointed out a girl that was standing across the room. You couldn’t help but glance over at her, quick to notice that Matty seemed to have a type, some of her features strikingly similar to your own. The main difference being that she looked to be more mature, closer to his age. You could feel the insecurity seeping through your veins as you watched Matty stare at her as Sam spoke in his ear. You couldn’t make out what he was saying to him, your ears were too busy ringing, but you were sure that it was for the better. “Should I bring her over here?”

You glared at Matty’s side profile until his eyes slid back over to meet your own, rolling your eyes as you turned around to make yourself another drink. If she was coming over here, you needed another drink. Fast. You were far too sober for this. You poured double the amount of alcohol and less juice in the red solo cup than you had before, downing a big gulp immediately. “Oh, well, uh.” Matty stumbled through his words, searching for a way to avoid Sam bringing another girl over here without making him suspicious. “I actually wasn’t finished talking to your sister.”

Sam looked between the two of you with furrowed brows that had your heart rate picking up in pace. “I mean, how much is there to say about the state of her car?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling the need to speak up, not wanting to give Sam the chance to grow suspicious of the two of you. “My car’s fine, perfectly fine. Don’t let me keep you from enjoying yourself.”

Your voice was sickeningly sweet, shooting Matty an overly bright smile. His dark eyes narrowed as Sam patted his shoulder before walking away and in the direction of the girl.

“What are you doing?” Matty’s face scrunched in confusion, trying to understand what game you were playing here. “I don’t want to talk to this girl, I want to talk to you.”

If you weren’t so upset with him, you might have blushed at his words. But you were angry and hurt. You were aware that you were being immature, but you didn’t really care, your insecurity had clouded any rational thoughts that entered your head. “Oh, but I wouldn’t want to get in the way of two adults.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” Matty mumbled through a deep sigh, rolling his dark eyes.

You didn’t have time to come up with a response, Sam was already back with the girl - introducing her to the two of you. “This is Matty, we met in college.” Matty pried his dark eyes away from you so he could smile at the girl, a wave of jealousy rolled through you as he held his hand out for her to shake, your own eyes burned a hole through their hands - almost counting the seconds that their hands held onto one another. “And this is my sister who is actually in college right now.”

You forced a smile onto your face, waving at the girl in front of you, accepting her hand shake despite the fact that you had no desire to. You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to slide over to Matty as you pulled your hand away from her, your heart unprepared for the words about to leave his mouth. “Yeah, this is Sam’s baby sister.”

You felt your stomach drop down to your toes, taking your heart alongside it. It was one thing for Matty to call you a child, you didn’t actually believe that he had any ill intent behind it when he said it, you were just using it to push his buttons. But this? This had you feeling as though your feet had just been kicked out from underneath you. You knew that you had made Matty angry, but he knew how insecure you were about your age. This was personal. You glared at him, watching as his dark eyes slowly fill with regret at the sight of your eyes fighting to fill with tears as you nodded slowly, blinking once before bringing the red solo cup up to your lips and downing the rest of your drink.

“Will you excuse me? I have to go to the bathroom.” You tossed the now empty cup on the island behind you before pushing yourself off the granite and walking away, nudging your shoulder with Matty’s own as you walked past him, eyes filling with more tears with every step that you took.

You held them in until you were safely locked away in the guest bathroom down the hall, once again you found yourself thankful for the music playing throughout the house to drown out the sound of your sniffling as you held onto the counter for support - letting all the piled up emotions wash through you at once, not able to hold them back any longer. You were hurt. You were upset. You were angry. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make Matty feel the way you did right now. You wanted to hurt him just like he had you.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as the idea immediately popped into your head, you knew exactly how to make him hurt, you just weren't sure if you had it in you to go through with it. But as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks you decided that you could. You wiped your eyes, sniffling one last time before opening the bathroom door and making your way back down the hallway and out of your brother's house, unlocking your phone and dialing the frat boys number as soon as you made it into your car.

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You drove home from the fraternity in silence, reflecting on how you had spent the past hour. A kiss that had too much tongue, a blowjob where he had pushed your head down one too many times, exaggerated fake moans when he offered to return the favor that ultimately ended in you faking an orgasm just so you could get out of there.

It wasn’t even that he was that bad, he just wasn’t Matty.

You had gone there with the mission of getting back at the mechanic, but ultimately left unsatisfied - feeling ashamed of yourself for using the frat boy to get back at Matty. You pulled into your apartment complex, parking in your designated slot and sighing as you put the car in park. You stared at your steering wheel for a beat before dropping your head down on top of it.

You stayed like that for a while, finally reaching up to pull your keys from the ignition and forcing your head up, grabbing your phone from the cup holder and seeing a text from Sam on your screen that had been sent half an hour ago. You unlocked it to read.

power went out at my house. a blown fuse. i need to crash at your place tonight. no need to rush home though, i still have my spare key.

You huffed at the realization that you couldn’t even wallow in peace when you got inside, you’d have to keep it together for the sake of your brother figuring you out. You rubbed at your temples before finally opening your car door and sliding out. You closed the door and winced as you locked it, hopeful that the sound of your car beeping didn’t wake anyone up. You made it three steps from your car before stopping dead in your tracks at the sight of an all too familiar car across the parking lot.

You released a sigh that felt as though it came down from your toes as you made your way over to Matty’s parked car, wondering how long he had been sitting there waiting on you to come home. It didn’t take long before you were grabbing the handle to the passenger side door, opening it and sliding it, closing the door softly behind you. You immediately felt suffocated by the faint smell of his cologne and the overbearing smell of smoke, signaling that he had burned through several cigarettes as he waited on you, one burning from his lips now.

The two of you sat in silence. Matty rested his head against the headrest and blew smoke into the air as you picked as a loose thread on your skirt, waiting for him to break the ice. A few more puffs of his cigarette and you finally got your wish. “Where have you been?”

You pulled on the loose thread at the question, making it more noticeable than before. You shrugged. “Out.” Matty sighed as he took another drag of his cigarette, leaning his head against the palm of his hand as his elbow rested against the car window. “What are you doing here?”

Matty sighed. “I feel like we need to talk.” Blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth. “I think I deserve an explanation for the sudden switch up.” Matty rolled his head against the headrest so he could face you, dark eyes scanning your face. “And I think you deserve an apology for the things I said to you.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding in agreement to both of his statements. Matty waited for a beat, giving you the opportunity to explain your side, deciding to speak up himself when you didn’t take the bait.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong for me to exploit something that I know you’re insecure about. I hope you know that your age doesn’t bother me and that I don’t feel that way about you. In fact, you’re one of the most mature people I’ve met, far more advanced in that department than me. I was just-” Matty cut himself off with a huff, taking another drag of the cigarette that was burning low. “I just felt so frustrated and confused about the way that your feelings for me seemed to change overnight.” You felt guilty as Matty poured his heart out to you, realizing now that maybe you had made a big, major mistake. “I mean one second I’m expecting you to text me to come over and the next I’m getting a text that you meant to send to another guy.” Matty laughed pitifully. “I acted out of anger and I shouldn’t have.”

The guilt consumed you, you shifted in the passenger seat under his gaze, you debated rolling down the window for some fresh air - you felt as though you were suffocating. You twirled the end of your hair, eyes glued to the strands in favor of looking at the mechanic. Matty finished off the remainder of his cigarette, rolling down his window enough to toss the butt out onto the concrete before rolling it back up and shifting nervously in his seat, clearing his throat of the nerves before opening his mouth to speak again.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I was just using you for sex.” Your heart raced as you pulled all your hair to one side of your neck, giving yourself more strands to busy yourself with as Matty poured his heart out in the dimly lit parking lot. “I didn’t mean to make it seem that way, I just-” Matty cut himself off to clear his throat of nerves again. “I think I got scared of my feelings and-” Matty cut himself off for a third time, but not out of nerves this time. His eyes glued to the side of your neck. “What is that?”

You turned to face Matty with furrowed eyebrows, searching his face as his dark eyes remained glued to the same spot, his jaw clenching. “What?”

“What the fuck is on your neck?” The question had barely left Matty’s tense jaw before he was reaching over to grab your jaw and forcing it to the side, forcing a wince to tumble from your lips as his finger gripped your jaw tightly as he leaned over the console to get a better look at your neck. “Is that a fucking hickey?”

Your hand was flying up to the side of your neck before he could even fully finish the last word. Matty released your jaw with a push, almost like he was dropping it with disgust. “You went and fucked that guy, didn’t you?” You held onto your neck through it all, as if covering the hickey would make him forget that it was there. Matty laughed in astonishment, shaking his head. “You did.”

“Matty-”

“I can’t believe you right now.” Matty scoffed through a laugh, eyes dark and full of anger. “That’s where you’ve been this entire time?” Shaking his head. “The entire time I’ve been waiting on you so we could talk through this you were fucking someone else.”

White hot shame burned through you as you whispered. “I didn’t let him fuck me.”

“Yeah? Because that makes me feel better.” Matty scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “What did you do, then?” You shifted under Matty’s heated gaze. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now, love. Tell me all about it.”

“Just-” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oral. I don’t know.” You sighed, rubbing at your temples. “I was angry at you for what you said, I wanted to make you feel how I felt. I knew you’d be upset if I called him, so I did.”

Matty hummed, nodding. “Push your seat back.”

You felt your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, frozen in place. “What?”

Matty huffed out of frustration, quick to reach over your lap and between your legs to pull at the lever under the passenger seat, pushing it as far back as it would go and shocking you by the suddenness of it all. You watched with wide eyes as Matty climbed over the middle console and squeezed between the glove box and the passenger seat. You swallowed thickly as you watched him settle against the floor board, warm hands finding your knees and spreading them apart. “Tell me how he did it.”

“Matty-”

“Tell me.” Matty's voice was deep, authoritative. The sound already had a wave of arousal pooling in your stomach. Matty’s hands ran up the expanse of your thighs, pushing your skirt up with them, taking a hold of your hips and scooting you forward - maneuvering you exactly how he wanted you. The feeling of being manhandled had the arousal that simmered in your stomach already pooling into your underwear. Matty’s fingers hooked into the band, pulling them down the long expanse of your legs and tossing them into the backseat, spreading your legs wider now. You shifted your hips as Matty blew against your core. “Did you suck him off first? Or was he a gentleman and took care of you first?”

“Matty.” You whined, embarrassed by how quickly you were dripping in desire and desperation for him.

“Did you?” Matty asked again, blowing against your core once more before pinching your clit between two of his fingers. “Did you let him fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Yes.” You whined, shifting your hips, desperate for Matty to touch you.

Matty hummed, “Bet it didn’t take long for him to cum down your throat, guys your age have little to no stamina.” You squirmed against the leather of the passenger seat. “You spit or swallow?”

“Neither.” You shook your head slightly, staring down at the mechanic between your thighs, biting your bottom lip as he maneuvered your legs to hook over his shoulders so he’d have more room down on the floor board. The anticipation was killing you, you were quick to speak, giving him what he wanted. “He didn’t finish in my mouth, he finished in my hand. I wiped it off on his comforter after. Please, Matty. Please, touch me.”

“How did it feel?” Matty questioned, his fingers tracing mindless shapes across your inner thigh, driving you crazy. You tried to pull him in closer to you but it only earned you a pinch. “To have another man’s cock down your throat, how did it feel?”

“Matty-”

“Tell me.” His voice was tense, deep. “Was it worth it?”

You squirmed against the passenger seat, desperate for something, anything. “No.”

A broken moan tumbled from your lips as Matty finally dove into you, your head falling back against the seat as Matty’s sure tongue ran through your folds, swirling around with confidence that Kyle had lacked, already making you feel more in a few seconds than the frat boy had the entire time he was between your thighs. “Did he do it like this?” Matty mumbled against your cunt, tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth, releasing it only to attack it with persistent licks that already had knots pulling in your stomach. “Did he make you feel like this?”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by how quickly you were teetering on the edge of falling apart. In your defense, you hadn’t seen Matty in over two weeks, to say you were desperate for him was an understatement. That mixed with the fact that you were already on the edge from being worked up to an orgasm with a man who couldn’t finish the job had you feeling dizzy as Matty’s tongue fucked into you, his thumb coming around to rub at your clit, making your eyes roll back at how quickly you were melting against the leather of the passenger seat. “No, he didn’t.” You admitted, rolling your hips against his face, sure that your wetness was covering his chin as well as the leather seat below you. “I thought about you the whole time.”

Matty hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you jolt, tightening your legs around his shoulders. Matty’s tongue was back to swirling at your bundle of nerves, smiling as he watched you writhe against the passenger seat of his car. “You wanna cum?”

The whine pulled from your throat was pitiful, so desperate for release that your legs were growing numb. You nodded against the seat, squeezing his head between your thighs slightly as he sucked your bundle of nerves back between his lips “Please.”

“Did he make you cum?” Matty mumbled against you, the vibrations had your eyes falling like before.

“No.” You writhed. “I had to fake it.”

Matty doubled his efforts on you, making you arch off the seat as heat coiled in your stomach and spread throughout your veins. You were so fucking close that you could taste it, mouth dropped open in pleasure as you felt your orgasm approaching. Matty watched you closely, waiting until the rise and fall of your stomach quickened, a tell tale sign that you were about to cum, before he was pulling off of you - dark eyes glaring up at you.

“Good.” His voice was deep and rough, chin covered in your wetness. “You don’t deserve to.”

“Matty.” You whined, squirming against the leather seat, desperately trying to pull him back into you - but it was no use. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“Aw.” Matty cooed, tilting his head with a pout that wasn’t genuine, the pout turned into a smile as he chuckled as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders. “Did you really think I was going to give you what you wanted? After the stunt you pulled? No ma’am.” You whined pitifully at his words, deflating against the passenger seat. “You have to earn it.” The smile on Matty’s face was smug, “Prove to me that you deserve it.”

“Please.” You begged. “I’ll do anything.”

Matty wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, nodding his head in the direction of the backseat. “Get in the backseat.” You were pinned to the passenger seat, your skin seemed to be glued to the leather as Matty watched you with expecting eyes. “Did I fucking stutter? Get in the back.”

You were quick to crawl over the console between the two front seats, finding home against the much more spacious leather backseat as Matty maneuvered the passenger seat to be where it had been before he pushed it all the way back earlier, trying to optimize all the space in the vehicle as he could.

Matty was soon tumbling into the backseat with you, quick to grab you by the hips and place you on his lap with your thighs on either side of him, the sudden movements made you dizzy. Matty didn’t even give you time to settle in his lap before he was pulling you into a bruising kiss that already had your hips rolling down on him. Matty’s hands gripped your hips tighter to stop you at first, but ultimately smirked into the heated kiss as he forced your hips to move against him, encouraging you to drag your bare cunt across the denim of his jeans. You whined into his mouth as you tried to keep up with the frantic kiss, pleasure striking through with each roll of your hips.

Matty broke away from the kiss in favor of leaving a hot trail down the side of your neck, continuing the drag against denim as he licked up and down the expanse of your throat, fingers squeezing into your hips so strongly that it was sure to leave a bruise tomorrow as he pulled away. “Take your top off.”

You were quick to listen, not hesitating to grab the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, debating for a beat before deciding to take your bra off with it. Matty squeezed your hip, signaling to you that it was indeed the right choice, heat rising up to your cheeks as Matty’s eyes roamed across the now free skin. Matty rolled his hips up to meet you with every drag now, making you gasp at the feeling of the rough denim against you. Matty’s eyes trailed up your body, stopping on your neck with a snarl, his fingers digging into your hips once more as he halted your movements - a pitiful whine pulled from your throat at the sudden loss of pleasure.

You stared down at Matty, watching the way his dark eyes burned into the side of your neck, jaw clenched and nostrils flared. Matty took one of his hands off of your hip in favor of bringing it up to rest where your neck and shoulder meet, gasping as his thumb pressed meanly into the hickey that bruised there. You winced at the feeling, the popped blood vessel ached under his thumb, brimming your eyes with tears. “You were bad tonight.” Matty spoke through a tight jaw, pressing his thumb further into the hickey on your neck. “Letting other men mark what doesn’t belong to them.”

You whine, the dull ache behind his thumb shot through to your core. But even in the heat of the backseat, you couldn’t help but allow yourself to remind him what got you here in the first place. You didn’t belong to him either. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

The rise and fall of your stomach was quick as Matty’s hand slid over enough to fully wrap around your throat, squeezing once and looking you dead in the eyes with a snarl. “You belong to me.”

The words no sooner tumbled from his lips before they were back on your neck, sucking the bruise where his thumb had just been. You moaned at the feeling of Matty rolling one of your nipples between the pads of his finger as he dug his canine teeth in the side of your neck, biting the hickey that the frat boy had left - making it his mission to take ownership of the bruise.

“I can smell him on you.” Matty all but growled against your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin as he pinched your nipple meanly, digging his teeth back into your neck and causing your head to roll back with a moan - giving him more room to work with.

The feeling of his fingers running through your wet folds for the first time in two weeks had your eyes rolling to the back of your head already, fire igniting inside your stomach. Matty coated his fingers in your wetness before swirling them around your entrance, biting rather harshly at the hickey on your neck before sliding two of his long fingers inside, teeth digging into you once more at the feeling of your walls already clenching around them.

It had been so long since you felt the pleasure of Matty’s fingers slowly pumping into you that you had forgotten what they felt like, had forgotten how long and thick they were, already hitting the spot you had been so desperately trying to reach for weeks - the stretch of them burning. Matty licked and sucked at Kyle’s hickey for a few more pumps of his fingers inside of you, giving one final harsh bite to the bruise before pulling off with raw lips. The smile on Matty’s face grew the longer he stared at the hickey on your neck, bigger and deeper in color than it was before, you didn’t even need to see it to know you’d be sporting it for days. Matty pushed his fingers as deeply inside of you as they would go, pushing your hips down to meet him, causing your body to jolt at the feeling. “There we go.” Matty smirked, bringing his thumb back to press against the freshly bitten bruise, making you hiss. “Much better.”

You whined at the feeling of his now still fingers inside of you, clenching around them to try and coax him into fucking you again. “Matty, please. I need you to fuck me.” You rolled your hips down on his fingers, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as faint pleasure bloomed with each roll. It didn’t feel as good as Matty doing it himself, but you would take what you could get at this point, so desperate for a release that you would do anything. “Please.” swallowing thickly as you searched for an angle that had him hitting the spot he had earlier. “Matty, I need it.” Pitiful whines pulled from your throat as you couldn’t quite seem to find it. “I’ll do anything.”

Matty curved his fingers ever so slightly inside of you, smirk pulled at his lips at the sight of your body jolting at the feeling. “Anything, huh?” He mumbled, the deepness of his voice had you swallowing thickly. “Why don’t you get on your knees and fill that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” You clenched around him at his words. “Show me how you made him feel. You do it well enough and I might let you sit on my cock.”

Matty curled his fingers inside of you one last time before slipping out of you, a desperate whine tumbling from your bitten raw lips. You found yourself scrambling off his lap at the promise that you were so close to getting everything that you wanted, managing to get down on your knees in the cramped space of the floor board with little to no discomfort. Matty's hand that wasn’t coated in your wetness came out to hold your cheek gently, you nuzzled against it as you stared up at Matty through your lashes, blinking through a gulp as you realized he had no desire in helping you take him out.

With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you trailed your hands up the expanse of his denim clad thighs, blushing to your roots at the sight of a wet patch near the zipper. The buckle of Matty’s belt clinking echoed throughout the vehicle as you worked on freeing him from confinement, clenching at the sight of him in your hand - pumping him twice before moving to take him in your mouth, wincing at the feeling of Matty pulling you back by your hair. His fingers fisted your hair, tugging on the strands and causing tears to brim your eyes.

“Someone’s feeling greedy.” Matty’s words shot down to your core. “You’re a proper cockslut aren’t you, princess?” You moaned at the all too familiar pet name. “Gagging to have another cock down your throat so soon.” Fingers tightening their hold on your hair. “Your frat boy wasn’t good enough for you? You still need more?” You moan, shifting on your knees against the floorboard of his car, desperate and dripping. “Dirty girl, you’d do anything to have a cock in that pretty mouth, huh?”

“Only yours.” You whined, wincing as Matty pulled at your hair roughly.

“Doesn’t seem that way.” You were regretting Kyle more than ever now, knees aching against the floorboard of Matty’s car as you clenched around nothing. So desperate for anything at this point as long as he was touching you. “Ask politely.”

“Please.” You were quick to beg. “Please let me suck you off, Matty, it’s been so long. I need it.”

You whined at the feeling of his fingers pulling your hair to maneuver you how he wanted you, the feeling of him pushing your head down didn’t make you angry like it had with Kyle. In fact, it had you clenching in anticipation. You eagerly take as much of Matty into your mouth as possible, moaning at the heavy weight on your tongue. You were quick to bob your head along his length, desperate to please.

You stared up at Matty, watching the way his jaw ticked as he tried to contain his moans as you swirl your tongue around his tip, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing how good you were making him feel. Your eyebrows scrunched, squeezing his thigh as you doubled your efforts on him, desperate to hear him - closing your eyes so you could focus on the feeling of swallowing his length down your throat. Matty was strong, holding himself back as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, desperate to find a way to make his resolve weaken.

You moaned around his length as an idea popped into your head, slowly sliding him out of your mouth with a swirl to his tip, tongue out wide as you licked along his length as his dark eyes watched you intently, his jaw tight with a fist clenching your hair - placing a kiss to his tip before resting your head against his knee, pumping him slowly as you made your voice as breathy as possible. “Fuck my mouth.”

Matty’s jaw ticked, his eyebrow twitching before he finally released the breath he had been holding since you got your mouth around him. “Fuck.” You smiled to yourself, rolling your head so you could place a kiss to his denim clad thigh before wrapping your already swollen lips back around him. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” You moaned around his length, nodding softly and bracing your hands against his thighs in preparation, Matty was quick to swat them away. “Nuh uh, hands behind your back.” You moan around him again, the feeling caused a curse tumble from the mechanic. “I’d tie you up, but I don’t have my bandana handy. You’ll just have to be a good girl and keep them there.”

You shiver at the mention of the all too familiar bandana that you had been wrapped up in more ways than you could count, shifting on your knees to try and relieve some of the throbbing between your thighs as you wrapped your arms behind your back, Matty tugged on your hair as a reward. You breathe deeply through your nose, relaxing your throat as you slide back down on his length until your nose is pressed against his abdomen. You breathe hard through your nose, ignoring the tears that brimmed your eyes as in favor of focusing on Matty’s wrecked moans echoing through the air of the car. You pull off of him slowly, swirling his tip with your tongue before placing another kiss to it, winking at the mechanic before sticking your tongue out - signaling to him that you were ready.

Gripping your hair tighter, Matty pulls your head down on him, thrusting shallowly to meet your mouth - both of you moaning in unison at the feeling. It takes Matty a moment to work up to a rhythm, but when he does, he’s relentless. His head thrown back against the backseat as he fucked into you at a pace that had tears flowing freely from your eyes, both of his hands now gripped into your hair to hold your head in place as he fucked your mouth. “You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.” Matty groaned, you preened, swallowing around him. You clenched around nothing at the all too familiar pet name finally tumbling from his lips, a sure sign that his resolve was weakening and that you were close to getting what you wanted. “So fucking pretty with my cock down your throat. You were made for this, made for me.” You nodded as best as you could with his tight hold in your hair. “I don’t know why you got so upset that I called you my little fucktoy.” Matty slammed into you, his mouth grew dirtier the closer to release he got. “That’s what you are, aren't you?” Matty mocked. You moaned around him, tears streaming down your face with each thrust, you were sure you were dripping on the floor mats. “My little fucktoy.” Matty delivered with a particularly hard thrust. “Just laying around, waiting on my cock to fill you up however you can get it, right?”

You moaned around him once more, Matty hissed at the feeling. You lost your concentration for one second, focusing on the aching throb between your thighs, and gag. Immediately, Matty was pulling you off of him, staring down at you with wide, concerned eyes - twitching at the sight of the line of spit that connected you to his dick. Your throat burned, you found it difficult to find your voice, it came out hoarse and breathless when you finally did. “I’m fine.”

Your mixed pants was the only sound that echoed in the space of the vehicle, Matty clenching your hair when you made a move to put your mouth back around him, stopping you from doing so before releasing the hold all together. “Come here.”

You scrambled on wobbly legs, so weak and desperate with desire and neglect that Matty had to end up grabbing you and helping you back onto his lap, your head already falling on against his shoulder at the feeling of the tip of his cock bumping against your clit in the process. You were so desperate for it, for him. You hadn’t felt the burn of the stretch of him entering you in weeks - anticipation coursing through your veins as Matty took hold of his base, rubbing his tip through your dripping cunt, coating himself in preparation. “He’ll never have you like this, no one will.” Matty’s jealousy still burned, evident as ever. “I’m not surprised that he couldn’t make you cum, I already told you that I ruined all other men for you.” You were biting your bottom lip so hard that your chin had grown numb, desperate for Matty to stop teasing and fuck you already. “Shouldn’t have let a grown man fuck you if you wanted to experiment with inexperienced college boys.”

“Matty.” You whined, rolling your hips down on him, desperate for the feeling of the burning stretch. You hadn’t had it in so long. You felt like you were mere minutes from dying from desperation. “I don’t, I only want you. Please.”

Matty took pity on you for the first time tonight, finally pushing into you, hands at your hips to lower you down on his cock. He wasn’t even fully bottomed out inside of you yet and your eyes were already rolling back into your skull. You couldn’t help but clench your walls around him, his head falling back against the backseat with a moan. You held onto Matty’s shoulder for support, squeezing at the full feeling. A shiver ran down your spine as he rolled his hips up into yours, allowing you a minute to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, having not had it in so long. “M’ ready, please.”

The grip Matty had on your hips was tight and bruising as he planted his feet firmly against the floorboard of the car and finally started to fuck into you. You moaned his name like you needed it to breathe, gripping his shoulder tightly as pleasure bloomed through you.

It didn’t take long for Matty to set a brutal pace, fucking into you with fever, both of you so desperate for the other after not having it for so long. You both were wound up, so close to the edge before he even entered you that you knew this wouldn’t last long, trying to savor the feeling for as long as it lasted. Matty stared at the way he disappeared inside of you, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his cock slid in and out of you in a pace that you found difficult to catch your breath in.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.” You clenched around him, earning you a hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing your throat and heightening the feeling of his cock slamming against the spot inside of you that had you drooling. Matty squeezed your throat once more with a tense jaw, slamming into you. He dropped your throat like it had burned him, deeming his hand not good enough. You watched through hazy eyes as Matty reached over to grab the seat belt next to his shoulder, the sound of him pulling it out so quickly echoed through the car over the sound of skin slapping. Matty’s thrust slowed down as looked up at you with dark eyes as he wrapped the black polyester strap around your neck, watching you closely as he slowly tightened it. His hand had been choking you harder than this a minute ago, but the knowledge that it was a seatbelt wrapped around your neck and not his hand had you throbbing around him, swallowing thickly as you watched Matty’s careful eyes. A warm feeling spread through you at how gentle he was treating such a dirty, kinky act - not wanting to hurt you. You nodded your head at him, encouraging him to make the seat belt tighter around your neck. Your eyes rolled back as he obliged, rolling his hips up into you as he tightened the polyester strap ever so slightly, restricting your air flow a little this time and making your head spin.

“More.” You mumbled, pleading, thankful for how gentle he was being but desperate for him to choke you. “Harder. Please.”

“Fuck.” Matty all but whimpered, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he tightened the seat belt around your neck, cutting off your air supply for a few seconds before releasing your throat all together. It was euphoric. You gasped for air, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the feeling of Matty’s thrust picking up speed once again.

“Such a good girl.” Matty cooed, you clenched around him as he continued to drill into you. “My best girl. My only girl.” You preened at his words, whining and dripping. The butterflies storming through the sea of desire in your stomach had you feeling dizzy. Matty took one of your hands in his own, cradling the back of it as he placed your joined hands on your stomach, pushing down on it and allowing you to feel the way he fucked into you. “You feel that? Feel me splitting you open?” You whined, nodding. Your hands pushing into your stomach heightened the pressure, you were addicted to the feeling. “You take me so well. Fucking made for each other.”

You moaned Matty’s name like a mantra, walls throbbing around him as he drove into you impossibly deeper than before. “I’m so close, Matty, please. Please let me cum.”

You were scared that he was going to leave you on the edge like he had in the passenger seat earlier, you didn’t know if you would survive the feeling again. “Yeah?” Matty mumbled through a pant, quick to bring two of his fingers down to rub tight circles on your swollen, neglected clit. The sudden attention to such a sensitive area had a shiver running down your spine, the heat coiling in your stomach at such a rapid pace that you knew you would be falling apart soon. Matty’s thrust became more erratic, messier, signaling that he was just as close. “I bet you’re so desperate for it, two ruined orgasms already.” You whined as Matty reminded you of how the frat boy couldn’t make you finish and how Matty refused to earlier.

“I am.” You whined.

Matty twitched inside of you, doubling his efforts on your clit and sending a numbing, burning heat throughout your core. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. Give me everything you’ve got, fucking drench me.” Matty’s words broke the damn inside of you, body convulsing as your orgasm crashed into you so intently that your eyes were brimming with tears for the third time that night. “That’s it, baby. My fucking girl. So fucking good for me, fuck.” Matty had one last thrust left in him before he was spilling inside of you, both of you moaned at the feeling. “Ah.”

You fell against his chest out of exhaustion, letting the aftershocks roll through you, wincing as he slowly pulled out of you. Maybe it was the aftershocks, maybe it was the hazy feeling in your head that hadn’t left since the seatbelt had been wrapped around your neck earlier or maybe it was the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly where the confidence had come from, but whatever it was had you mumbling against his chest. “I really like you.”

You felt Matty shifting from underneath you, rolling his head along the backseat as he chuckled through a smile.

“What?” You mumbled, forcing your head off of his chest so you could face him, a smile of your own spread at the way he was looking at you. His dark eyes gleamed up at you as he shook his head softly.

“Nothing.” Matty laughed. “I’m just thinking about how fucking stupid we’ve been.”

“W’dya mean?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

Matty stared at you for a beat, searching your face with soft eyes, bringing his hand out to hold the side of your face - rubbing his thumb against your cheek. Your heart hammered against your chest as Matty pulled you into a soft kiss that had your heart spinning, butterflies swarming and you melting against him.

By the time Matty pulled away from the kiss, both of you were breathless, foreheads rested against one another as you panted into the other's mouth. You could feel the energy in the car shift with the spoken knowledge that you were about to cross the line you both had been teetering on for weeks now. “I really like you too.” Matty mumbled, fighting a small off. “If that wasn’t already painfully obvious.”

You felt as though your face might split into two from how big you were smiling as he finally, finally told you what you so desperately wanted him to say to you for weeks now. The two of you shared a giggle, falling back into each other.

The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other in the backseat of his car for what felt like hours, sharing whispered feelings and soft kisses that had you feeling like you were floating. That floating feeling remained as you finally said goodbye to the mechanic, leaning into his rolled down window to give him one last kiss and a promise that he would see you soon.

You felt like you were on cloud nine the entire walk back to your apartment, smiling to yourself with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you unlocked the front door to your apartment and walked inside ready to geek out about the events that had unfolded tonight. You turned, ready to make your way through your apartment and to a nice hot shower, feeling as though your legs had been kicked out from underneath you as your eyes landed on Sam sitting on your couch.

You had completely forgotten that he had told you he was staying over tonight. “H-Hey.”

You stared at your brother sitting on your couch, his jaw tight and eyes zeroed in on you. Your heart hammered against your chest as you watched the wheels start to churn in his head. It’s like you could see him piecing it all together; the jokes he felt like he was missing out on that day in the shop, the fact that the two of you were huddled in the kitchen at his party, Matty’s comment about where his leather jacket had been - the fact that he was holding the jacket in his hands now.

Your brother's eyes wandered over the state you were in, your heart hammered as you felt his eyes narrow at the forgotten hickey on your neck, you tried to subtly move your hair in front of it to cover but it was already too late. “You wanna tell me why I found Matty’s jacket on your couch?”

You gulped, heart hammering against your chest so intensely that you feared it might burst through. Fuck.

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