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bratzforchris · 1 month

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Inked Daisies (Chapter 2)

A series

Summary: For the past year, you've been running the flower shop that's next door to your friend, Matt's, tattoo studio. But what happens when the feelings start to get more than friendly?

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Matt x floristfem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking (reader and the triplets are 22 here), characters walking in on each other showering, nsfw content (no actual sex), a few uses of y/n (sometimes it's inevitable, y'all :P)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Y'all are about to kill me for this cliffhanger 🤗

“You’re here!” Chris smiled, throwing open the door. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It was yesterday, Chris,” You giggled. “Now let us in so we don’t drop your dinner.”

“Us?” the youngest triplet asked you, cocking his head to the side.

Chris opened the front door wider to reveal Matt standing behind you, clearly annoyed at the fact that he hadn’t been let into his own home yet. You were holding a box of breadsticks and drinks from your favorite local pizza place while Matt carried the four boxes of pizza. Despite your protests that you could carry the pizza, the boy had refused, saying that he could do it because it was him and his brothers that could easily slam a whole pizza each by themselves. Secretly, you just thought it was cute that Matt wanted to help you, despite his “tough guy” façade.

“You guys came together?” a look of what could have been confusion, but also something else flashed across Chris’ face.

“You’re wack if you think I’m leaving her downtown alone at night. She’s too trusting; it’s like a puppy.” Matt murmured, shoving past you and Chris and into the house.

“Uh oh, Mattitude’s out now.” whatever expression had been on your best friend’s face was gone now, leaving you with the happy, sunny Chris you had always known.

“Out now? It’s always out.” You laughed, making your way into the kitchen you were all too familiar with.

“I heard that.”

You giggled to yourself, sitting the boxes down on the island. Breathing in the familiar scent of the boys’ home, any trace of the unease you had felt at Matt’s earlier demeanor disappeared. The triplets had been your best friends since high school, and not much had changed now that you were all adults, other than the fact that your hangouts were less frequent. Just like old times, you all piled onto the couch with your plates of pizza and drinks, scrolling through Netflix for a movie to watch.

You had sandwiched yourself between Nick and Chris, while Matt sat at the other end of the couch, silently eating his pizza and scrolling through his phone. You didn’t take the silence personally, though. After the conversation at the shop about the man who was making his job more difficult, you couldn’t blame the brunette for wanting a break. Though you weren’t as close with Matt as with the other two brothers, you still cared deeply for him. If that meant him being a little more quiet in order to rest, you didn’t mind it.

You turned towards Nick, snatching the leftover crust off his plate. “The stickers are selling well.” You stated, taking a sip of your Fanta.

Being close friends with a graphic designer as a business owner definitely had its perks; for example, the small, cartoon-style flower stickers that read “One Trick Peony” had sold out within three hours of your shop being open for the past week since you’d started stocking them. Despite his busy job as one of the most reputable graphic designers in Los Angeles, Nick still found time to prioritize your business. The stickers had been just one of the hit merchandise pieces he’d supplied you with.

“Do you know what you should sell?” Chris added, poking your cheek and then smiling when you looked at him fondly. “Alcohol. Lavender martinis would sell like crazy in a flower shop.”

“I’m not getting a liquor license,” You snorted. “Besides, I don’t even think the store has enough room for a bar.”

“Who said anything about a bar? All you need is a bartender.” Chris hummed, pulling you into his lap.

It was true. Chris had become quite skilled in his ability to make drinks any and everywhere over the past year since he’d gotten his bartender certification. In your opinion, the job was perfect for him. The fast-paced, fun environment and the amount of money you could make if you were entertaining and talkative was right up the brunette’s alley. His good nature made it pretty normal for him to come home on any given Friday night with about 600 dollars in cash.

You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, breathing in his boyish scent happily. “Maybe one day we can open a flower and brunch place with a bar.” You told him.

“You guys hear that? I’m the one Y/N wants to run a business with.” Chris chuckled, sticking his tongue out at the other two triplets.

“Just wait til she figures out how you actually act,” Nick grumbled, pressing play on the movie you all had decided on. “Now be quiet.”

Before looking over at the movie, you turned your eyes towards Matt. He was still withdrawn into himself, curled into the L-shaped corner of the couch now. He had put his phone down, though, and in a feat of chance, turned to look at you at the exact same moment. Matt cocked his head like he wanted to ask you a question, but then shook his head, averting his eyes. You shrugged, figuring it still had to do with the exhaustion and stress from earlier in the day, but you couldn’t help but notice the feeling growing in your tummy at the thought that Matt had been looking at you first.

One terrible, low-budget movie later, you sat up out of Chris’ hold and looked around the living room. Nick had abandoned the movie in favor of his laptop, seemingly editing some sort of advertisement. That was just his personality. If something recreational didn’t immediately capture his attention, he was back to working his ass off. Maybe that was what made him such a successful entrepreneur, but either way, you admired him for helping people bring their dreams for their designs to fruition. Chris was scrolling through his phone, every now and then migrating into his work group chat to chuckle at the stories his fellow bartenders had to share about cutting someone off for the night. Matt, on the other, had fallen asleep, chin resting in his hand. You felt rather bad for him; January was always a stressful month for tattoo artists and piercers because people had Christmas money and gift cards, and they wanted their modifications to be healed by summer time.

“I’m gonna shower,” You told your two (awake) best friends, standing up and stretching. “Do you guys mind?”

“You know that’s like asking to shower in your own home, right?” Chris stood up behind you, tickling your sides.

“It’s…still…the polite thing to do!” You laughed, gasping for breath at the tickling.

“But yes, we don’t care. Go ahead.” Chris placed a friendly kiss on the back of your head.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you and your best friends to share platonic cheek kisses, cuddles, and hugs, but it didn’t make your heart any less happy. You smiled, making your way to Matt’s bathroom. You had kept shower stuff at the triplets’ home ever since the four of you had moved to LA. After all, you were at their house almost more than you were at your apartment. You trekked towards Matt’s bathroom since it was the closest to the living room. You knew he wouldn’t mind, especially because A) he was asleep and B) you’d done it before.

You warmed the water up, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day, and stepping into the steamy heaven. You didn’t bother locking the door, knowing that on the off chance Matt did wake up, Chris and Nick would inform him that you were using his bathroom. You began to wash your hair, letting the rose scent of your shampoo fill the bathroom as you massaged your scalp, washing away the worries of both a busy day at your business, and the odd encounters you’d been having with the middle triplet all evening. You were so caught up in thinking that you didn’t even hear the doorknob to the bathroom turn as Matt stepped into the bathroom.

Matt knew he shouldn’t have. You were one of his closest friends. There was no way he should be watching you showering. It was weird and wrong on so many levels, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from your body. You looked peaceful, head thrown back under the water and eyes closed, soft moans escaping your lips as you relaxed. The way the warm water and soap suds caressed your body and curves as they cascaded into the drain made him think about what other white substances would look like dripping down your body in the shower.

What the fuck? Why was he thinking about railing you? You two weren’t even that close and he didn’t like you like that. Still, Matt couldn’t deny the tightening in his cock at the image of you in front of him, and the image of you in his mind. He told himself that it was just because he hadn’t been laid in so long, but the brunette couldn’t help the soft groan that made its way out of his mouth.

At the sound, your eyes flew open, head turning towards the door. “Matt?” You futilely tried to cover yourself, knowing it was useless. Matt had already seen it all.

“Fuck, I…uh, fuck–Y/N, I’m sorry,” he grumbled, clearing his throat. “I was just coming to brush my teeth and Nick and Chris didn’t tell me you were…in here.”

You shut the water off quickly, grabbing the towel you’d thrown over the side of the glass door and wrapping it around your body. “Shit, I’m sorry, Matt. I should’ve locked the door.”

“It’s um, it’s fine,” Matt coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as his face turned red. “I’m just gonna…grab my toothbrush and use Chris’ bathroom tonight. ‘S all yours in here.”

You watched as Matt grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and scrambled out of the bathroom. You were still standing in the draining shower, dripping wet and shivering. Part of you couldn’t believe that one of your best male friends had seen you showering, but for some reason, another part of you wasn’t mad about it. Unbeknownst to you, though, Matt was feeling the same way in his cold shower downstairs.

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majestyjun · 1 year

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# txt + baby trapping !!

tw. f!reader, toxic/yandere behavior, heavy dark content, dubcon, breeding kink/baby trapping, gaslighting/manipulation, pills (birth control), light choking, bulge kink, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected, fantasizing, pervert. nsfw + minors dni !!

w.c. ~2.6k+

a/n. thank uuu to moon for proofreading this train wreck, it took forever to finally publish but hope u enjoy it <3 lowkey cannot believe i finished this after so long w a headache but hmhmm for my toxic txt lovers~~

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# yeonjun

“fuck,” yeonjun growls, “so fucking tight.” “nngh– y-yeonjun, too– hard!” you cry, nails scratching down his back as he roughly thrusts into your swollen cunt, so full of his cum from orgasms you’ve lost count of. hot breath against your skin as he bites down on the soft skin of your collarbones, primal haze of desire as teeth sink down, bruising blossoms as he pulls back, a wet, saliva covered kiss mark staining your skin, fresh and old bites splattered across your chest and neck in an apparent mess of possessive greed. “all fucking mine,” he pants, snapping his hips harder into yours, loud sounds of skin on skin as his cock kisses your cervix, diving in for more marks between breaths, sucking aggressive claims into your bare skin. “hnng– c-can’t!” you wail, high crashing down as you tremble in his grip, sobs wracking your body as your cunt clenches down on his cock, wet arousal slick as his cock rams into your pussy, swears profusely escaping his lips as he roughly slams them down on yours, possessive, wet kiss as his tongue slips against yours, teeth grazing against your swollen lips. “so… fuck… going to breed you, doll,” yeonjun pants, gripping your hips tightly and painfully as his high hits, slamming his cock deep as hot cum fills you to the brim, warmth spreading as you wail with the overstimulation, so full already of his seed. with a groan of restraint, he pulls out, examining his work.

drool dripping from your lips, marks splotchy across your chest from his possessive frenzy, bruises staining your waist with darkening blooms, god, he devours the sight with a sickening love. “fuck,” yeonjun growls, voice deep as he slowly spreads open your legs once more, abused cunt seeping his cum, swollen folds slick with his semen, “all mine, doll.” his possessive love, slipping down profusely in a mess of arousal and cum, slowly dripping down into the pool beneath the curve of your pretty ass, a darkening wet spot of slick. whimpering pitifully, fat tears staining your cheeks as yeonjun drags a finger up your folds, slight throbbing pain traveling with the sensation of his touch, wet slick on his finger. his gaze transfixed upon the sight of your abused pussy, blood rushing to his cock, a storm of possessive, covetous desire, lust flowing through his bloodstream like a drug. “y-yeonjun, c-can’t take anymore!” you whimper, unable to resist his forceful grasp as he spreads open your thighs, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as he smirks, gaze dark with lust and greed. “doesn’t matter,” his voice whispers, heavy with desire, “you’re mine, after all.” licking his lips, smirk only growing as your beautiful tears spill down your face, cock thrusting into your swollen pussy, rough sensation of his veiny shaft, delicious cries of overstimulation as his cock kisses your cervix. he’ll make you his, watching the conscious coherence fading from your eyes, replaced with sweet submission, cute body like a doll as he fucks his semen deeper into your cervix, cum seeping out around his cock, sugary kisses against your swollen lips. load after load tonight, you’ll take it all, darling, because he has no intention of ever letting you escape him. sweet darling of his, you’ll be forever his, carrying the products of your shared love.

# soobin

soobin’s lips latching to your perky nipple, eliciting whimpers as he slowly tugs your panties down your thighs, wet fabric in his fingers as he suckles softly, fantasizing. imagining how you’d look so pretty all swollen with his baby, how sweet and reliant you’d be, needing him every moment, the desperate whisper of his name, nestled in his sheets and his shirts, needing to be taken care of. by him. and god, what he would do to make you even more reliant on him, make you his forever. cock twitching against your soft thigh as you whimper, soobin’s sucks on your tit sensitive, sensual and arousing. “soo…bin– want y-your cock,” you shyly mumble, a warmth in your abdomen, so sweetly unaware of his toxic thoughts, of his lustful desires. “anything,” soobin sighs, tip of his length rubbing against your sensitive folds, sounds of slick as his cock pushes into your tight pussy. “s-soobin!” you whimper, tears instantly welling in your eyes at the painful stretch, clinging to his shoulders as his cock inches into your tight cunt. “god, so tight, darling,” soobin moans, hands tightening around your hips, every last thought resisting thrusting in without care, his lips crashing on yours in a sensual, messy kiss, hand roaming to find your soft tummy… and the tip of his cock bulging through when you haven’t even taken all of him yet. “s-soobin, too big–!” you gasp into the kiss, tears spilling down your cheeks as soobin bottoms out, cock deep in your tummy as his big hand feels his length beneath your skin, fuck, you’re so full of him… imagining how you’d struggle even more to take his cum, how much of his seed would he have to fill you up with to keep it inside your tight, small pussy?

“mmph– too much!” pretty, desperate wails escaping your lips as soobin’s hard cock stretches your folds, pain of pleasure as your pussy clenches down, his heavy pants in your ear with the effort of restraining himself, hand on your tummy as he feels his cock penetrate your pussy with every thrust. and god, your soft tits against his chest, teary whimpers at the overwhelming pleasure, he’s never felt more in love. “so, so good,” soobin moans, your smaller body trembling beneath his, “all mine.” heart shaped lips parted with pants, gazing down at your teary eyes, tight pussy squelching with the tightness of your folds struggling to take him, how pretty. how sweet if he were to make you his forever, all obedient and needy, swollen with his love for you. breasts heavy, tummy full, glowing with his care… lovesick toxic clouding his mind as you cry into his shoulder, sobbing for release… and he’ll give his. hard cock slamming into you, hot spurts of cum filling up your pretty pussy as you wail with shock, hands pressed against his chest… until your eyes grow cloudier with loss of coherence, hands falling as soobin sighs, pressing kisses to your face so lovingly, his hips flush to yours, so much hot seed spilling into your cunny. “so good, sweetheart,” soobin moans, “gonna to keep you all full… okay?” slight pants laced with his voice, his pretty doll so dazed on his cock… surely it’s okay to make sure his seed stays, fill you up even more?

# beomgyu

“p-promise to pull o-out?” cute words you’re whimpering, aren’t they? but maybe he’ll entertain you… you’ll believe him anyways, so dumb once his cock fills you up, reduced to a crying mess of begging for him, but beomgyu really fucking hates having to pull out. dark desires of his, it took so long to even dumb you out enough to fuck you raw without protection, shouldn’t he reap the rewards of his manipulation? maybe he made promises he’ll never keep… as if he wasn’t planning to make you his, eradicate thoughts of you ever leaving. deliciously sweet thoughts of desire, your pretty body like a forbidden fruit, just waiting for his semen to knock you up into a ripe possession of his, all his once you’re full of his seed.

legs thrown over his shoulders, beomgyu’s calloused hand pressing into your tummy, feeling the bulge of his hard cock deep throbbing deep inside, pressure heightening his sensations of pleasure. “fuck it,” beomgyu groans under his breath, just the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well has him forgetting any so called promises… hand reaching for your cute neck, clenching down with just enough force to see your pretty lips part with gasps for air, slight asphyxia causing your orgasm to crash down, tearily crying his name in wispy sobs, eyes clenched shut as waves of heat wash over your body. “shit– so tight–!” beomgyu pants, licking his lips, hands briefly tightening around your throat as he climaxes, a rush of cum spurting into your swollen pussy… and a flash of sick pleasure at the sight of your eyes fluttering open in confused shock. letting go of your throat as he leans over, cock sheathed in your cunt as he thrusts, fucking himself through his high, hot gasps of your warm breath on his lips as his big, brown eyes meet yours in a smirk of satisfaction. “b-beomgyu–!” your weak voice begins, only for his lips to claim yours, firm and hard, shutting you up. leaning over, his husky voice in your ear as his hand takes yours, placing your smaller palm down against your tummy, the bulge hard beneath your fingers, his cock twitching at the slight pressure. “bred you all full, didn’t i? tell me you want it, honey,” beomgyu grins lazily, watching your pretty face slip into submission, unsure but listening so well… and the rush of his ego as you whimper, “w-wanna be b-bred, gyu–“ licking his lips of your mixed saliva, his dark gaze possessive with satisfaction, his whisper barely audible. “fuck, that’s my good, dumb girl…“

# taehyun

“mm–!” taehyun’s lips crash against yours possessively, his hands roaming over your curves, all hidden under the his dress shirt you’re wearing. lifting one hand to caress your soft ass, the other holding your jaw, making you accept his rough, breathless kisses… can’t break away until he releases. pretty lips swollen, a string of saliva hanging between as taehyun pulls away, a slight smirk on his lips as he reaches over on the bedside table, a fresh, sealed package in his hand as he pops a white tablet out. “you’re so useless,” taehyun sighs, “taking the wrong ones this whole time?” your eyes widen with confusion… so sure you’d been using birth control this time… as taehyun examines the white pill between his fingers. “i’ll do it for you, then,” taehyun sighs. “t-taehy—nnngh!” pill on his tongue, his lips claiming yours as he pushes the little tablet into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss, wet saliva coating your lips as he leans back, tapping your throat. “swallow, sugar.” oh, little did you know, the warmth of satisfaction when you obediently do so, confused and dazed… pretty girl can’t tell it was sweeter than usual~? god, so arousing when he gives it to you, sugar pill replacement. “good girl,” taehyun murmurs, pressing your cute clothed panties to his hard crotch, smirking at your whimper of need.

“hnng–! t-taehyun, too f-fast!” your pretty wails escaping your lips as you cling to his solid shoulders, reduced to a crying, whimpering mess as taehyun roughly thrusts into your tight pussy, bouncing you on his cock without a second of hesitation. incoherent cries filling the air, sounds of skin on skin as he grips your hips over the white dress shirt, your arms wrapping around his neck as you sob into his shoulder, pussy all abused. soft, sensitive skin feeling every vein down his hard shaft, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every rough thrust. “god, look at you,” taehyun whispers into your ear, “so fucking dumb, just want to be fucked on my cock, can’t do anything,” a smirk drawn on his lips. god, he loves how you desperate, needy you are… even better for him. make you even more reliant when he breeds you, making you cling to him every moment, all swollen and needing him even more, you’d never leave him. lovesick thoughts racing through his mind, harder thrusts as you scream his name, cute pussy can’t take anymore~? “better take it,” taehyun hisses in your ear, hips snapping into yours, “or i’ll fucking leave you, slut.” your eyes widening, tears staining your cheeks, “n-no, don’t leave,” you beg, “w-want your c-cum!” saccharine rush of satisfaction stroking his ego, hot seed filling you up in a hard thrust, taehyun restraining your hands as your tears wet his shoulder… you’re so dumb, aren’t you~? to think he’d really leave… as his cum paints ropes of white in your cunt, no… you’ll never leave him now.

# huening kai

“k-kai, wearing a condom, right?” you mumble, darkness around you impossible to tell, kai’s broad body pressed to yours, hot skin against yours. “mhmm,” and without another thought, his lips press to yours, soft kisses claiming control, dizzying… and distracting. dripping rip of his cock pushing against your wet pussy, can’t tell a thing, can you? a whisper in his mind of guilt, maybe he shouldn’t… but you’d stay with him forever. even though you’ve said you’re not ready, kai knows you are, all ready to be full of his love, all ready to have his baby, without a doubt in his mind. condom discarded on the floor without your knowledge, kai’s grip on your hip tightening as his cock pushes into your soaked cunt. “nngh… feels so… good,” kai groans, his breaths heavy with pleasure, raw skin on skin, no millimeters thin barrier. dizzying warmth, feeling connected more than ever, when your tight pussy clenches around his thick shaft. “hnng–kai!” you gasp, clinging to him closer… feels a little different, feels better than always… but his lips crashing on yours, rough, hard thrusts erasing your mind of any thoughts except of him. “mmph– so fucking good,” kai moans, heartbeat spiraling into rapid beats, strong against your soft breasts, wet, saliva coated kisses as his tongue pushes past your lips, tangling in a wet mess of slick love, his raw cock thrusting into your sweet spot, god, he’s addicted to the soft warmth, your cunt clinging to his cock, not some rubber barrier… fuck, can’t go back now. as if he would.

“k-kai, w-wanna cum!” pretty gasps and cries in his ear, his affirmation heavy with pants, lost between breaths as kai’s lips lick to your sweet spot, teeth sinking lightly into the column of your neck, sucking a dark mark of possession. one gripping tight enough on your hip to leave lasting bruises, the other slipping up your curves, finding the bulge in your tummy, feeling his cock twitch beneath your skin, deep inside. moans slipping from his lips as he fantasizes, imagine how pretty you’d look all knocked up and swollen, round with his baby, a glow of his love on your precious body… to caress your full, softer breasts. to nestle your vulnerable body in his arms, knowing you’re all his, only his, and full of his love for you… raw desire clouding his mind. “k-kai–!” cunt clenching down on his cock, warm release rushing around his cock, clinging to his broad frame, nails digging into his skin as you writhe under his firm hold… and he’s sold. roughly thrusting into your pussy, his hips forcibly held flush to yours as hot cum spurts into your cunt, ropes of seed painting your inside with his love, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “nngh– k-kai, n-no–!” panicked cries escaping your lips, as kai’s hands clench down on your hips, preventing you from moving as he presses kisses to your face, panting his love, “can take it all, baby, gonna fill you up so full,” kai mumbles, feeling your body writhe under his,,, no other choice but to take his hot cum, all the way. “k-kai… w-why?” you tearily whimper, dizzy from both pleasure and confusion, wasn’t he wearing a condom? didn’t he know you weren’t ready…? “love you so much,” kai murmurs, eyes full of love as he gazes upon your pretty face, slowly losing coherent thought as pleasure warms your skin and heart, “know you’re ready, wanna make you mine.” cock nestled in your full pussy… his cum seeping out of your stretched folds, sugar saccharine kisses on your lips and face, hand finding the bulge in your tummy once more. “don’t worry… gonna take care of you and our baby, okay?”

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abouttofillhisshoes · 22 days

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Caught up in Fashion - Matty Healy

A/N: something that isnt smut???? applaud me. Also #unedited if there are any errors no there arent

wc: 3.5k

content warnings: bit suggestive, mpind typical cursing, drugs (weed), kissing, matty gets handsy?, he's done way worse

The British public transport system has been an ongoing source of disappointment since the day you learned how to spell the word. Busses that acted like they didn't have places to be, coming too late or just not coming at all, leaving you stranded on the highway in the middle of some city you didn't know the name of, Matty at your side, whining and complaining and being totally unhelpful in general.

This time, however, you had struck gold. Both your buses had arrived on time, making you actually catch the next one and not forcing you to wait around for another, or god forbid, try your luck hitchhiking.

It was a bit loud, the sounds of families on their way to day trips or lunches filling the bus with noise, the occasional baby crying out for its parents. You were sitting at the window seat, your back to the glass as your legs draped across Matty’s, the soles of your shoes slightly blocking the way for other people, but seeing as the two of you were in the second to last row, it didn't actually bother anyone.

It was nearing summertime, the blazing sun making clothes stick to your skin and makeup melt off, no brand of setting spray managing to set it. Matty, instead of being a normal fucking person and wearing short, was clad in his signature black skinny jeans, the only flow of air coming from the giant hole on his left knee.

The two of you had finally found the time (and finances) to go shopping at a mall that had recently opened across the city. You were determined to get there, even if it did take you an hour and two bus connections, Matty insisted that he needed new clothes.

“I need some tops, seeing as you steal all of mine.” you comment, earning yourself a piercing look from Matty, an insult forming behind his lips.

“Fuck off, give me my joggers back and then we’ll talk” he gestures to the pants you were wearing which were, in fact, his. They sat perfectly on your hips, hanging low enough so even your longest tops looked cropped.

“I dare you to try and take them, fucking watch what happens” you threaten him, clutching your pants like he was going to rip them off your legs right then and there out of pure spite. “I look better in them anyway” adding that little comment only made him huff in reply, deliberately turning his head away when you try to give him an apology kiss.

“Fuck you do! I rock everything, especially when it's mine.” you roll your eyes at him, successfully planting a kiss onto his lips. The smile that spreads onto his face is impossible to hide, even if he denies it.

The bus finally comes to a screeching halt, the breaks to sound it makes you cover your ears at the high pitched noise. Matty giggles, his eyes creasing up as he laughs at your misfortune.

“At least I haven't gone deaf from having my music at 100 you knobhead.” he holds his hands up in defeat, pushing your legs off of him to get up, exiting the bus. You latch onto him from behind, letting him lead you over the gap between the door and the floor, catching you in his arms when you pretend to trip, performatively falling in slow motion. His hands grip onto your waist, setting you down onto the hot pavement.

“Smoke?” you nod, walking over to the bench under the bus stop’s roof, the plastic of the seat warm against the back of your thighs as you sit down, leaning against the Fanta advertisement behind you.

Matty pulls out his packet of cigarettes, taking out two and handing one of them to you. A smile spreads onto your face when you see him lighter, your initials decorating the side. He catches your look, running his fingertips over the slightly faded rhinestones and lighting your cigarette first.

You take out your ipod and headphones, gesturing for Matty to take one. Without asking, you put on ‘The Masterplan’ by oasis, quietly singing along to the lyrics as he nudges you in the arm.

“Your music taste is not a shit as it used to be.” he comments, looking almost proud of you. You click your tongue, leaning your head against his shoulder and taking a drag of the cigarette between your fingers. “Seems like you’ve terrorized me so much I finally gave in.” The smoke leaves your mouth as you speak, cheekily smiling up at his deadpan expression, obviously hoping for a different answer.

“Dramatic much?” you kiss his shoulder, playfully biting his arm making him jump at the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin.

“Ow??” you just laugh, collecting your hair and brushing it over your right shoulder, making your position a bit more comfortable.

The inside of the mall is air conditioned, a groan of relief leaving Matty’s lips as the cool air kisses his skin. You take a look around, eyes landing on a store down the giant hallway. Hollister. Matty turns to you and nods, booking it down the corridor in its direction. You hurry after him, his hand dragging you faster than you could keep up.

“It’s fucking massive.” he breaths, stopping right infront of the entrance. Racks filled with piles upon piles of clothes makes the little shopping addict in Matty twirl, completely forgetting the amount of money he had left the house with.

The two of you part ways, going into different sections and rifling through clothes, groaning when your eyes fall on the price tag. You see Matty coming towards you in the corner of your eye, holding something in his hands.

“You like?” he asks, holding a black, floor length floral skirt to his lower half, spinning around in a small circle. It flows around him, the multicolored flowers standing out against the jet black fabric nicely.

“It's cute, it makes you look a bit taller.” you admire him, obviously giddy from finding something he really liked that didn't have a two digit price tag. And it's true, it did make him look taller.

“Not that I need it.” he states, gesturing at his body, standing at a totally average 5’11 (6’ in boots). You decide to tease him a bit, loving watching his grin disappear as you speak.

“Oh you definitely do, you're like an oompa loompa who's managed to escape the chocolate factory.” his jaw drops in disbelief, almost looking genuinely offended.

“Fucking oompa loompa, maybe fix your contour before you come at me.” he shoots back, making a point to wipe at you face, some of the product coming off.

Your hands go to cover your face and you rush to a mirror, absolutely mortified. Upon taking a look at your reflection, you realize he was taking the piss out of you, and that your makeup looked perfectly fine, apart from your eyeliner being a tad smudged. It looked good, nonetheless

“I fucking hate you.” you spit at him, attempting to shove past him, his hands gripping your shoulders stopping you.

“But you believed me, didnt you?”

“Fuck off and die, I hope your scrote falls off.” you can't help but giggle at your own words, biting your lip between your teeth.

“Awwee, but who would keep you happy and satisfied then? Can't make you cum without my precious little friend.” he winks, wrangling his eyebrows at you. You cringe, your nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Don't ever refer to your dick as ‘precious little friend’ again, or I will leave you for George.” George would at least have the decency to not name his dick.

“He’d be a shite shag.” Matty says, matter of factly, like it helped his case. Deciding to try and rile him up in retaliation, you twirl your hair around your fingers, speaking in a dreamy voice.

“But look at the size of him, you know he’s packing at least twelve-” Matty cuts you off with a harsh kiss, both his hands cupping your cheeks. You let out a surprised noise, it getting swallowed up as he slips his tongue into your mouth, running it across your bottom lip.

“I do not want to speculate on the size of my best mate's cock, thanks.” you nod, slightly breathless from the kiss, too dazed to debate him further. You go back to the rack of clothes behind you and Matty walks over to a display of skimpy going-out tops.

“D'you like this on me?” you press a black and pink tube top to your chest, getting Matty’s attention. He takes his eyes over you, smirking as he notices the bottom of the shirt is completely sheer, only a black strip of fabric keeping you from flashing everyone.

“It's hot. You should try it on, give me a preview.” his fingers touch the bottom of the top, running his fingers over the pink mesh. It looks tight, too tight for a bra seeing as it could cling to your body if you decided to wear it.

“You’re such a boy.” you snigger, adding the top to your pile of yes’s.

“Can you blame me?” his arm wraps around your waist, fingers hovering over the curve of your arse, giving it a quick squeeze. You smack his hands away, cursing at him for basically groping you in a Hollister.

He smirks against your ear, attemüting to whisper into it before you shove him off, changing the subject by asking what he had decided to buy.

Matty holds up the skirt from earlier, bragging about how it was “Only nine quid, can you believe that??”

The second item he had picked out was a thin, long sleeved top in none other than leopard print. You giggle at him as he proudly shows it off to you, boasting about how sexy and delicious he would look in it, deliberately having taken a size or two too small.

You pay at the till, and Matty legs it to the changing stall, peeling off this shirt and putting on his new top, letting it ride up to show the low rise of his jeans. He actually looks quite good, even if he gives off ‘old hollywood hooker’ vibes with the top.

His hand intertwined with yours as you walk into a children's store for shits and giggles, looking through the vast catalog of toys and fake makeup.

Your eyes land on a matching pair of kids friendship bracelets, one pink, one blue. Matty asks you what you have, and you show it to him, begging him to wear them with you

“Its cute!” you argue, trusting the cheap pieces of plastic into his hands.

“Its tacky, does not fit my vibe at all.'' He tries to deny you, but the look on your face is too endearing to say no.

“You are the embodiment of the word, look at what you're wearing!” you point at his top, bursting out into a fit of laughter when he pops out a hip, standing with one hand resting on his waist.

“It's fashion.”

“That's one word for it.” you snigger as he reluctantly pays the 1.99 the bracelets cost. He slips his on first, the pink a stark contrast to the otherwise sandy and dark colors of his outfit. The blue bracelet fits perfectly around your own wrist, half of a heart connecting with the half on Matty’s via a cheap magnet.

“Look at us, defying gender roles.” Matty smirks at you, admiring both of your pieces of jewelry.

“Fighting the patriarchy! You did pay for me though, so not completely feminist." His laughter makes a fuzzy feeling spread through the body, an intense feeling of adoration making your heart pound in your chest. Fucking idiot.

The two of you wander around, stopping to window shop in a store you could dream of actually going in, knowing you’d be thrown out in under a minute. His eyes gleam as he sees a proper jewelry store, acting like a child on christmas morning as he flips through the piles of discount earrings at the back of the shop.

“You don't even have pierced ears mate, how’re you gonna wear them?” you snap him out of his little adventure, reminding him of his inability to actually wear the hoops he so desperately wanted to buy.

“I'll go get them pierced then, have Rome do it for me.” Rome was now working on opening an actual shop, finally graduating from piercing people on the beat up sofa in his living room.

“There's a piercing parlor literally there, and it's like five quid.” you gesture to the neon sign next to the till, pointing to a back room labeled ‘Sasha’s piercings’, which was a really shit name if she wanted to attract actual customers.

“Will you hold my hand?” he juts out his lip, pouting at you in a childish manner. Sasha, the only employee (surprise surprise), greets you with a warm smile, asking what you wanted to get done. Matty tells her he wants to get his ears pierced and coughs up the five quid, sitting down onto a red leather chair. It was when she pulled out a piercing gun that he started to look a bit nervous.

“Fuck no, that is not touching my ear.” he squirms away from the lady, a confused look on her face. Matty was a grown man, after all, even if he did act like a behaviorally stunted 8-year old.

“You're so pathetic it's actually quite sad.” you say, urging him to just get it over with, and that he was being a wanker making the employee wait.

“Usually I'd appreciate you calling me that, but genuine degradation isn't really my kink.”

The piercer looks mortified, asking you if you needed a bit of time before the piercing, and you nod, watching her step to the side.

“Its fucking gun.” he mutters under his breath, eyeing the device that set onto a steriel tray on the table next to where he was sitting

“A piercing gun.”

“It has the word gun in it.'' Obviously normal, adult reasoning isn't cutting it, so you went with the next best thing.

“Do it and I'll give you a blowjob.” Matty’s eyes light up at your proposition, a filthy smirk spreading onto his face.

“Fucking sold, go on then.” you're surprised it actually worked, scoffing in disbelief.

“Men are so simple.”

“Says the one who let me finger her in the bathroom of a club.” he shoots back, watching the blush creep onto your face as that night flashes behind your eyes. The smell of that bathroom is ingrained into your mind, no amount of wishing letting it leave your memory.

“Don’t fucking speak about that,” you huff, fucked off that he brought it up. It was genuinely embarrassing, the way you humped him on the dance floor and then dragged him off into a stall. “We were both so off our tits, I died for about 72 hours after.” you shudder at the monster hangover that left you immobile for the days following, having to get Matty to bring you all three meals for a concerning period of time.

“Sureee, just deny deny deny you loved it.” you finally call the poor girl over, hoping she didn't accidentally overhear your crude conversation. Matty whimpers slightly as she brings the gun to his ear, pressing down. Squeezing your hand so hard you were sure your blood flow was cut off, he winced before relaxing, realizing that he was, in fact, losing his mind over absolutely nothing.

The second ear takes a fraction of the amount of time the first ear did, Matty grinning like a maniac at the lack of pain apart from a small sting in his earlobe. You shake your head apologetically at the lady, knowing she was probably rethinking her place of employment.

“And you call me dramatic.” you snigger as she puts in two silver hoops, matty blatantly ignoring her recommendation to start with studs, saying they looked boring. He admires his new accessory in a small hand held mirror, flicking the earring back and forth before answering you. “It did actually hurt! Of course, I took it like the legend I am.” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

“Tosser, more like.” he smacks the side of your arm, laughing right along with you.

You had spent almost the entire day there, running around stores, trying on piles of clothes just for the fun of it, feeling like teenagers in an American film. But even you had your limits, and your stomach started to growl as the sky began welcoming traces of night, the sun slowly setting over the horizon.

Matty had spotted a chippy right across the road from the mall, draggin you there to get you something to eat. Both your wallets are almost empty, but you manage to find an old, crumple up fiver behind your expired school I.D. It was just enough to get one large portion of chips, the guy behind the counter generously adding a little extra when he noticed you’d be sharing it.

Your hand clasps his as you trudge up a small hill off the side of the highway, hoping there would be a nice spot to sit down somewhere, away from all the noise. Matty’s inner compass somehow always knew where to go, his intuition sensing it or something. It was weird, but you’d learned to just follow him, knowing it your be worth it in the end

And fuck, was it worth it this time. The hill slowly ended, the top of it nearing as you saw a pile of giant rocks, covered in graffiti. The sun was beautiful, hues of orange and purple painting the sky, clouds looking unreal in the light. He plopped down onto one of the rocks, facing west as you sat next to him, the box of chips on the ground between you.

Matty feels around in his pockets and you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what he was doing. He grins as he pulls out a spliff from his jean pocket, presenting it proudly like it wasn't the most beat up joint you've ever seen in your life. Still, you were thankful, plucking it from between his fingers and lighting it for him.

“I think I might actually love you, mate.” you place the lit spliff between his lips, thanking his past self for remembering to bring weed, knowing you'll be craving it at the end of the day.

“Of course you do, and for the love of god, stop calling me mate. You’ve quite literally fucked me multiple times, maybe its time to drop it?” he huffs, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. His expression changes when he hands it back to you, visibly more relaxed.

“What else would I call you?” Matty scoffs at your question, listing weird, couple pet names off the top of his head.

“Baby, darling, the love of my life. Fucking anything that doesn’t make me feel like im talking to Ross.”

you take a drag, listening to his little rant, nodding along as he rambles. You cough a bit when the smoke hits your lungs the wrong way, your eyes watering.

“Fine, love it is.” you choose at random, only to make Matty stop ruining your high. Groaning, he pushes you, almost making you lose your balance on the rock you were sitting on.

“Love of my life.” he insists, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sure Matty, whatever shuts you up.”

“I know plenty of ways you can shut me up.” he coos, grinning wildly as his fingers trail up your bare arm.

“God, I forgot you have the sex drive of a fucking bonobo.” you roll your eyes, putting on a display of faux annoyance. Matty giggles at your response, smacking his knee as his laughter grows louder.

“I meant kiss me, but if you wanna-” oh god, he knew you would interpret it as something inherently sexual, especially if it came out of his mouth. You had fallen right into his little trap, his infectious laughter making it hard to even oretend to be fucked off at him.

“Fuck off, giz a kiss.” you mutter, crashing your lips against his. His tongue licks into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Matty moans into the kiss, his hand gripping the base of your neck as you make out in the orange glow of the sunset, only pulling away to take drags of the spliff, even attempting to shotgun one.

You fail miserably, too high to think straight, let alone get your mouths that close together without one of you kissing the other out of pure instinct. At some point, you move to the ground, laying flat on your back as the warm summer air kisses your skin.

Matty’s shoulder is against yours, your fingers interlocked between your bodies. Neither of you speaks, silently admiring the stars that littered the night sky, glimmering against the darkness of it. Crickets chirp in the distance as the cars become less and less noticeable, a veil of calm draping over the two of you.

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