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❝𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣❞

Pairing:

Matthew Joy x Chase!Reader

Summary:

When he moved to a house next to Owen Chase and his wife after Essex journey; he was not expecting to see Owen’s sister -who he liked very much- as she thundered towards him in a mess of wild hair and a dress men like him would die to see her in.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader is in her early 20s and Matthew is in his late 20s/early 30s). Voyeuristic themes (???). Fingering. P in V. Flashbacks in italics. Minors, DNI! Note: This happened after the events of the movie, but Matthew is still alive. Some scenes are inspired by Reign.

Word Count: 4.9k

Nantucket, 1820

The water splattered when the rocks that Y/N had previously chosen were thrown in the water with a vicious intent exposing her frustration at her brother, Owen.

Standing at the water’s edge, she wrapped her arms around her frame to guard herself from a slight chill that held over the country.

Archie, her dog was suddenly barking, and the noise drew her attention to the side to see the golden-brown animal running towards the edge of the woods.

"Archie," she scolded him, her voice raised slightly. Gripping onto her skirts in reaction of concern once she saw him disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees. "No, come back!" She called out frantically, lifting her skirts slightly to run after her dog. "Archie!"

Her feet pounded into the ground as she ran towards the edge of the woods. "Archie, come back!" She called out again with a desperate twinge in her voice.

Before she could enter the woods, she felt large hands gripping her arm, swinging her around to face a man who appeared out of nowhere, except his strength overwhelmed her that she barreled into his firm chest instead.

She gasped inaudibly as she stumbled back with his hands gripping her arms to steady her. Her eyes peering out under her lashes, to see the man with medium dark brown hair curling at the base of his neck, and her eyes flickered down to his chest to see it was covered with white collared work billow shirt.

Although she could see the little gold earring on his left ear in her peripheral vision.

She had never seen him before, granted she lived here for a long while; However, the way he was dressed, he might have been in the same circle as her brother.

"Are you alright? People like you do not leave the land unattended." He said firmly, gripping her upper arms with gentle icy eyes.

She turned her gaze away to the woods, hoping her dog would show up, "but my dog..." she trailed off, meeting his eyes once again.

She felt his hands loosened before letting her arms go, "let him go." His eyes softened at what she was sure, concern on her face, in her eyes. "You cannot go into those woods alone." He said softly while his eyes conveyed seriousness that she couldn't help but to ask.

"Why not?" She asked, "what's in those woods?" Looking aside to observe the darkness that gripped the woods, "besides my dog who I might've caught if you hadn't stopped me." She then narrowed her eyes at him after turning her face to his.

"He'll find his way back." He said it with a mere smirk, "there's dinner." His eyes trailed off to behind her, indicating the house. "Who wouldn't want to be at the house where there’s food?" She then looked down at his statement, "except, perhaps, you." He said almost incredulously, "rather be running in the woods, would you?" His eyes flickered with amusement, "trudging through mud?"

Her eyes flashed with fire, "I quite like the way mud feels under my feet." Her voice was made of steel, defending her reasoning to be outside.

"Maybe you'll be sent to a covenant.” He said lightly, with a gentle hint of teasing in his depths. "For being a wild woman.” Shooting for an insult but missing the mark with the wide smile that colored his tone.

She looked at him in shock, "you're cheeky." She murmured.

"And you're upset about more than your dog taking a little jaunt into the wild." He took a step back, "what is it, darling?" He asked.

Her breathing hitched slightly, clearing her throat. "You should ask my brother," she scoffed, her tone expressed irritation as she narrowed her eyes once again.

"Ask him what?"

"Why he's such a moody arrogant ass." She said boldly, looking at the wood structure that was built as a home.

He smiled with amusement in his depths when she looked back to him.

"I find myself not inclined to ask him. Maybe you'll find my presence who would be interested in sharing your discontent with your brother after knowing why." He offered, a mask of indifference slipped on his face, looking at her before looking towards the woods.

"You know him?" She sounded surprised.

“Aye,” His mask of indifference faded away, “we have been on ships together, hunting for whale oils. I will be his ship second mate for Essex. Spending that much time would of course cause fission between us and we would have minor disputes because of it.”

"My apologies, but what I would like to know is..." she trailed off, looking over him and his clothing. "Who are you?" She asked softly, clasping her fingers together.

"I am Matthew." He introduced himself, "and I'll find your dog. I have an inkling of knowing where he might be at." He said with seriousness that outranked her brother's seriousness. “What is your name?”

“Y/N.” She said softly while the blood filled her cheeks as a sign of timidity, and he murmured her name which was spun sugar melting on his tongue.

It tasted like flowers; like the dandelions children would find in the vast fields when they would use their tiny hands and pull the stem away from the soil. They eventually would get curious by the bright color and would wonder about what they taste like.

Only her name was more sweeter than the flavor children would get in their mouths from the dandelions.

“I will find your dog if you go inside,” he said, raising his eyebrows, knowing it would prompt her to listen.

A smile tugged his lips as he stared at Y/N before looking down to the dirt ground when she opened the back door of the house.

She was untouchable in the vast wasteland out of Nantucket.

1821

Her brother had made it home last week after a long journey and had informed her to set up a room at the guest house for his friend who was coming this week for the duration of his stay. She did not question him, just relieved that he was alive albeit with a haunted look in his eyes.

Today had been a pleasant day, although not without a slight argument between her and Owen about her betrothal.

She was humming a soft tune her sister-in-law had used on her niece whenever she needed a nap.

Archie barked; the tone was filled with excitement. She was startled as he began to run out of the door of the guest house, and down the stairs, before she can even think to stop him.

Squinting, she peered out of the window to make out the lone figure sitting on the tree stump by the water’s edge, feeling her heart almost skipped a beat when realizing who it was.

Matthew.

She found herself following Archie, bare feet thumping against the floor as she bolted out of the guest house, the door creaked loudly, hearing the dirt shuffling as her feet hit the pathway after running down the stairs the same way Archie had.

She could tell the sounds of her footsteps pounding on the ground and Archie’s barking had caught his attention due to the tilting of his head before turning his head towards her until he realized she was running towards him.

He disembarked himself from the tree stump, squinting at her through the sunlight that was soon to set below the horizons.

She could tell he recognized her as he spread his arms apart, and she ran into his familiar arms. He hoisted her, holding her close, as her arms wrap around his neck and his chuckle sounded breathless in her ear.

“I didn’t know you would be here, Matthew,” she said his name breathlessly, looking into bright blue eyes before bringing her face to his neck, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She missed him more than she could ever admit, but the way he held her to him gave his inner thoughts away just the same as he burrowed his face in the juncture of her neck.

“I know, darling,” he murmured against her skin, squeezing her waist hard before placing her onto the tree stump next to him as he sat down.

“How long are you going to stay for?” Her tone sounded eager. The first time he was here was before they boarded Essex journey and he only stayed for about a week. She was secretly praying that he was going to stay longer than that.

His eyes shined with unbridled softness reserved for her. “However long you want me to stay for,” his lips curled into a soft smile.

She giggled, “that is a dangerous statement.” Her eyes landed on the scar etched in his skin around the scalp, and she frowned. “How did you get that?”

“A nasty wound from the battle with the whale,” he said shortly, giving her a small smile.

She looked at him while he bent over to the side slightly, and she noticed his satchel propped against the wood when he reached down for it. Unbinding it with his hand to take out an object, and she saw him holding a flask that was bound with leather.

"I could use some of that." Offering her hand out for the leather flask, she looked at him expectantly. She could tell he didn’t want the liquid that was in his hand.

Looking at her with an unreadable expression, "is everything alright?" He handed her the flask before putting his hands on his knees.

"No, it isn't." She said softly, feeling the thick leather, and raised it to her lips. She tilted the flask, and the liquid poured into her mouth; she then swallowed it and winced at the burn as it inflicted on her throat. "I don't know how you can tolerate this."

He looked at her with a hint of amusement in his depths, "I haven’t drunk a single drop of alcohol since I almost died outside of the pub in the town many moons ago.” He gestured towards the flask. “I found a bottle of it on the ship before Essex sunk into the ocean and took it with me. Almost drank it.”

“Then why do you carry it with you?”

He hesitated, clearly it was a story he rarely told especially to someone like her. “To serve me as a reminder, I suppose. Of how far I have come.” He gave her a soft bitter smile. “Still doesn't make the temptation any less painful. Although I should probably tell you to slow down." He chuckled, a baritone sound that rolled down her spine.

"But you won't." She said, knowingly before handing him back the flask. “I hope you wouldn’t give into temptation of it.” Referring to the flask, her eyes implored into his.

He looked at her, “well drink all of it since that is my gift to you and I’ll just keep the flask.” His eyes shined in slight mirth.

She giggled, knowing it was not a gift. Her smile fading, “May I ask what happened before arriving back to here?” She asked softly, hesitant.

He swallowed; his eyes dimmed at the memories that haunted him as he stared out to the sea before turning his head towards her. “Perhaps when I am ready to talk about it. I do have all the time in the world now, not going anywhere.”

She did not want to push it, so she nodded.

"May I indulge in what has happened?" He asked after handing the flask back to her, and she took it before she turned around to face him, her skirt clad knees barely touching his.

"It was so foolish of me to think that Owen would let me end the betrothal." She heaved a sigh, moving the flask in her hand.

“How long have you been betrothed to another?” His tone was sharp as he inquired, almost as if he was against the idea of her being betrothed to someone. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of him being on her side.

She cared for the man she was betrothed to, but she could not trust him. She could not love him but would have loved him if he had fit all in the expectations she had; not if he could take another woman so eagerly into his bed and share such intimacy with her, but she did tell Peggy, her sister-in-law after she found out the news that a man was required to marry someone did not mean he had to love her. It was a marriage of convenience. Some were fortunate in that department, like Owen and Peggy.

She sighed, “right before you and Owen left for the journey.”

His jaw tightened in response, and she looked away, ignoring the little fluttering in her abdomen.

"I mean, Owen implied that one is not free to leave if one is unhappy. And while I am stuck with this man of my brother’s choosing with no recourse, he's free to do whatever he wants." Her eyes were downcast to the grass under her feet, "with whoever he wants, and I can’t do anything. I was fortunate enough that Owen left before he could push the betrothal along, I was able to stall and now I can’t." She took a sip of the alcohol before returning her gaze to his, "do you think I'm overreacting?" Ignoring the burn, she asked, "am I boring you?"

Moving his head from side to side, "no. No, it's unfathomable." Matthew said quietly, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"What is?"

He parted his lips to let his tongue swipe his bottom lip before speaking. "Well, he has you. Why would he ever look elsewhere?" He murmured, with a gaze that somehow increased the intensity in his orbs.

She closed her mouth slightly, looking at him, and she trailed her eyes over his face. Seeing the details, she hadn't thought of before; his eyes were icy blue, but it had specks of gray in them; his nose was shaped impeccably that seemed soft and yet defined; he had a sharp jawline that could just brush against glass, and it would've shattered under slight pressure; and lips that were soft looking and the desire to kiss him increased within her.

She leaned towards his face, hovering over his lips with hers momentarily before capturing his soft lips. His lips parted slightly, allowing her to mold her lips between. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her.

Leaning back in shock, startled at her own action. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She stammered, apologizing profusely as she flushed in embarrassment.

"You're right. I should have." He reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her forward to his face. She flushed deeper at the sight of the emotion in his eyes, more so on his face.

She gasped when his lips were pressing against hers, an urgent feeling as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring. His hands tugged at her hair, before cupping her jaw briefly. The air was shared between them as they continued to move their lips to one another.

"I should go." She breathed after withdrawing from his lips.

Y/N muttered to herself after successfully avoiding Matthew for a few days, almost got caught at the wrong time. Fortunately, she was able to divert the possibility of having to deal with him. She lightly tiptoed behind the house, looking at softly lit window, she frowned. It was unusually late for Owen and Peggy to be awake.

Her eyes widened once she walked up to the window, wishing her curiosity did not get the best of her as she saw the shadows of two figures on the bed through opaque layers of fabric. She moved away from the window, resting against the building’s structure.

She was curious enough, or else she wouldn't have followed the sounds to the narrowed area outside of the house that could get her into trouble, a situation that would never let her out unpunished if she were ever caught.

Once the sounds of the high and the low-pitched moans reached her again, she closed her eyes momentarily before opening them and she found herself hairbreadth away from the glass panes of the window.

She peered in, to see her sister-in-law lying on her back on the bed and the man she married to was hovering over her behind the curtain. It was a good thing the curtains were opaque because she could not stomach the idea of seeing her brother in his nude form or her sister-in-law for that matter.

Their shadows illuminated their lovemaking, and she leaned away from the window once the man thrusted into his wife.

She was enthralled by the emotions, the passion and lust that seemed to radiate the entire room casted by a mere couple who were doing what everyone had been doing for centuries. It did not stop her from feeling intrigued by the raw scene before her.

Her mind then wandered as she turned back to the scene, to the man with dark hair who shared the stories of his travels with her, with eyes that lit up when he talked about anything he was passionate about, and a smile. Oh, that smile.

She wanted that with the man who she met a year ago.

"What on earth are you doing?" A low timbre voice whispered into her ear, not wanting to break the spell. She yelped taking a step back, accidentally pressing into him. Her eyes widened as he inhaled sharply, she could feel him…his cock pressing into her hip. His hands gripping her waist as he murmured throatily into her ear. “Careful.”

“What are you doing here?” She questioned before turning to face him, to see him backing away slowly to give her space.

He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No, I have not. I was simply busy.” A little white lie.

His blue eyes glittered, knowingly. “Avoiding me for too long.”

Turning to the window, she stared at the glass as she pondered. Something clicked inside of her. She wanted him wholly, betrothed be damned. “Go before they catch us," she told the him after she removed her gaze from it, turning to him, sighing quietly before she ran away, scattering the connection between him and her. She knew what she was going to do once she reached her destination in mind.

And she was secretly hoping he would know where she went.

Grasping the wooden ledge, far away from the house, she rested her left hand onto the roughened surface, and she peered out to the water.

The moon was at its apex, and it casted over the sea making the water glow shimmeringly.

Her other hand had its mind of its own, tracing across her waist, trailing down to her skirt before lowering towards her knees so she could scrunch up the material away from her legs.

A heat was simmering low in her abdomen once she grabbed the material in her hand, and she closed her eyes once she dragged her hand back up, lifting the material little by little.

She was supposed to be loyal to her soon-to-be husband; arranged by marriage that was decided the moment before her brother left for Essex journey. However, she could just have that with Matthew if he would allow it to go far between them, she knew there was something implicit growing in between him and her.

All she could think about was his blue eyes that were a shade of water with ice crusting on surface in the winter, how it darkened when she leaned in, lips inches away from his, and how handsome he looked.

A touch made her gasp once she had reached for her clit, a sound that faded into the air. The sound that people were too far from the grounds to hear, then she had a smile growing on her lips out of pleasure when she stroked herself with her fingers.

Another gasp was made, and the sound disappeared once again.

She then stilled her fingers when she heard footsteps brushing against the dirt pathway.

Her smile only grew deeper, though, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat in the moonlight.

She felt his presence behind her, his arm was the first part of him that touched her around her waist; then his hand on his other arm found her hand lightly touching herself, he then gripped his fingers on her hand that was somewhat coated with her wetness.

He was pressing against her like he was the cloak that she wore so frequent in the winter.

"Out in the open? My darling’s bold and daring." He breathed against her ear, pushing his fingers onto hers to stroke herself together. She made another noise in the back of her throat. He then rolled his hips experimentally against her side and suddenly she was aware of just how hard, and large he was through his breeches. She bit down her bottom lip to prevent a gasp coming out of her lungs. “Did you know you wore the same clothing when we first met? Thought you were the prettiest thing in it. Rebellious against society’s proprietary of showing ankles.” His voice held a teasing lilt.

Her hand that was previously gripping her skirt had found its way to gripping the stone ledge as the passion began to build in her abdomen.

"Please," she pleaded quietly. Unashamed by how needy she sounded.

His palm sliding up her side to cup her breast through her dress as his other hand withdrew from her hand to skim along her inner thigh.

"A woman, betrothed to another, is begging for a man's hand to touch her." He whispered, "but a woman begging for a man who feels something for her is something that some people will never experience, wouldn't understand it." He breathed against her skin, lightly biting her neck with his teeth.

A thrill shot through her, from the top of her neck to the base of her spine, headily with lust, she turned around; allowing their hands to fall before she faced him.

They were out in the open. Even if it was dark and even if it was nighttime, there was a chance of them being seen.

And yet, she did not care.

She took his face in her hands and hungrily kissed him with a desire far stronger than any she had known before.

She then sighed when she withdrew from him, only to kneel down onto the ground, and she then put her hand on the side of her to lay down on her back.

He knelt as well to lean over her form, his eyes positively burning into her soul as he hovered over her.

Then he was pushing her dress up her thighs. His hands skimmed over the bare skin of her thighs like she was made of glass, like he might break her if he grabbed too hard, and the contrast from the quickness of touches was startlingly glaring as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. His fingers found the juncture of her thighs almost immediately, skimming over her undergarments and making her shiver, her hips jerking involuntarily towards him. He continued to finger the edge of her underwear for a moment, before he looked back up at her and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, then he grazed his lips down over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts.

His lips lingered there as he slipped his fingers inside of her underwear, and she inhaled sharply, a slight keen noise rose in her throat when he lightly grazed her clit.

Before she could breathe his name, she felt him sliding his index finger into her.

He then slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her, drawing a deep shudder out of her body.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips, eyes fluttering closed as she rolled her hips along with the movement of his finger.

"Oh," she moaned aloud, her chest heaving as she fell onto her elbows on the ground covered by the grass, dragging his head along with her.

Using the other hand, he grasped the back of her head and kissed her hard, thrusting another finger inside of her. A surprised noise left her mouth, but she was pleased.

She spread her legs further, and Matthew moved on top of her. He withdrew his fingers to rub them in a circle against her clit, adding enough pressure to produce another shiver out of her.

She was shaking, her hands grasping at the back of his head. He pressed his thumb down hard on her clit, and she made her loudest noise yet, a deep tremble reaching through her nerves.

"So wet..." he breathed. "You may be untouched, but you're a little bundle of fire. So passionate. So intense." He let his mouth lingered against the hollow of her neck.

Withdrawing his fingers from her, she moaned in a near protest, but her hips had a mind of its own by rolling up against his.

He buckled, almost collapsing entirely upon her at the unexpected sensation. Matthew buried his head into the side of her neck, muffling his own moan as he pushed himself fully against her in response. She sighed, tightening the grip of her legs around his waist, the feeling of him straining, so solid, beneath his breeches. He hissed and without warning bit her at the curve of her neck to dampen his loud groan that reverberated on her skin.

She felt him undoing his breeches, and she shivered in anticipation.

Then she felt him sliding into her so powerful, and so passionate that had her arching her back in slight pain but more out of pleasure.

She moaned wantonly as he stilled for a moment, her walls were stretching deliciously around his cock; she was so tight, and he was so big, and she had never felt so full in her very short life.

His head dropping to her shoulder, his body quivering at his display of control.

"Matthew." She said his name quietly in his ear. "I will not break, lose yourself in me like you want to."

He exhaled warm air against the column of her throat, "Y/N."

She then grabbed his jaw gently to bring his face to hers, his eyes were dark blue as he stared at her in the moonlight.

She said almost defiantly, "you approached me with the intention to claim me, so make the statement true." She breathed; desperation twinged in her tone.

There was a long moment as he withdrew slightly, and he looked at her, she gazed back at him then her whole body shook with the impact when he surged forward.

Gasping, she closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.

He withdrew almost all the way, and then slammed himself back to her, and her back arched as his name left her lips. Before she could gather her bearings, he had rammed himself inside her again, and she shouted, fingers clawing into his shoulders at the intense sensation. How full she was when he was inside her, how empty she felt when he withdrew.

Inflaming a reckless abandon that consumed her, had her writhing beneath him, gasping his name, the pleasure he stirred inside her still not enough; she wanted more, impossibly more.

She then gripped at his arms, a deep sound reverberating in her throat. She couldn't moan aloud with his mouth against hers.

Matthew grasped the bottom of tree stump with his right hand, using it as leverage as he drove into her, and she gripped onto him for her life, biting on her lip to hold back her cries.

"I have had lovers, but none of them compared to you. Never," he said fiercely, rasping against her cheek as he thrusted into her. Their eyes fixed to one another, their breaths coming out raggedly as he continued his excruciatingly thorough pace. "Say you are mine." he murmured, his words firm but his eyes betraying so much more. "Say you will only ever be mine."

He rolled his hips in such a way her eyes momentarily fluttered and closed. "Yours." She breathed. "Forever yours."

"You are mine as much as I am yours," he breathed against her mouth. His hands moved hastily to shove her hair from her face, gathering it to the back of her head and gripped it there with a force that made her cry out in pleasure with a twinge of slight pain that only heightened the pleasure. His mouth found her pulse, kissed her there, her shoulders, her throat, as if he was a man possessed. “I will talk to your brother and end the betrothal myself.” He growled into her skin.

She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, raking down his back as she sucked in a breath as her walls clenched around his cock. There was an inaudible curse against her neck, and he slid into her again, their hips moving against one another over and over as she finished chasing the high.

He then groaned, grunting her name in her ear as he buried himself in her one last time. She felt his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.

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