Summary: Matt carries you out of the bar on Nate’s birthday when your feet hurt, making sure you’re covered and cared for every step of the way.
Inspired by: this post by @serenitysturn
The bar was buzzing, music pulsing through the floorboards, lights flashing with every beat. You were wrapped in a tight red dress that hugged your curves just right, the material catching the light every time you spun around. Your hair was curled to perfection, lips glossed, heels high. You felt good tonight. Confident. Sexy. And from the way Matt’s eyes hadn’t left you since you walked out of the bathroom earlier that evening, he definitely noticed.
You were out with the boys, Matt, Chris, Nick, and Nate, celebrating Nate’s birthday. The five of you had taken over a VIP booth in the back of the bar, sipping drinks, laughing way too loud, and dancing like there wasn’t a single person watching. But Matt? Matt couldn’t stop watching you.
Every time you moved on the dance floor, his eyes trailed your body like it was his favorite song.
“Jesus,” he muttered to Nick at one point, eyes glued to you as you laughed and threw your arms around Chris’s shoulders during a fast paced track. “She’s gonna kill me in that dress.”
Nick chuckled, clinking his glass to Matt’s. “You’re so whipped, bro.”
The night stretched on with more dancing, more drinks, and more moments where Matt’s hand would settle on the small of your back, lips brushing against your ear to ask if you were okay. And every time, you’d nod, eyes sparkling, because how could you not be okay when he looked at you like that?
By the end of the night, your cheeks were flushed, your lip gloss was long gone, and your feet were killing you.
As the five of you finally spilled out onto the sidewalk, the chill of the night hitting your skin, you leaned into Matt with a little pout. “Babe,” you whined softly, gripping his forearm. “My feet hurt so bad.”
Matt turned to look at you, eyebrows pinched in instant concern as he looked down at your heels. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“I didn’t want to ruin the night,” you murmured, giving him a tired smile.
He looked at you for all of two seconds before he handed his drink cup to Nick. “Hold this.”
“Why? what are you..” But before you could finish the question, Matt bent down and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing. You squealed, legs dangling, hair falling over your face, your dress riding up slightly from the movement.
“Matt!” you giggled, smacking his back.
But Matt was already on it, his free hand reached down, tugging your dress back down over your thighs so you didn’t flash anyone, while the other settled protectively over your ass, keeping your dress in place as he carried you.
“You said your feet hurt,” he said casually, holding you securely. “So I’m carrying you to the car. You wanna argue, or let me be your hero right now?”
Chris and Nate were howling with laughter, Nick just shaking his head with a smirk as he recorded the whole thing for his Snapchat story.
“Matt is in his boyfriend of the year era,” Chris joked.
“You’re not wrong,” Matt shot back over his shoulder, still walking with you like a sack of sugar. “She’s my girl. I take care of what’s mine.”
By the time he reached the car, Matt gently set you down and opened the back door for you. You slid in with a soft sigh of relief, leaning back against the seat.
Before you could even speak, Matt crouched down, reached for your ankles, and started carefully unbuckling your heels. One by one, he slipped them off, rubbing his thumbs lightly against your sore arches.
You looked down at him, your heart absolutely melting.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” you whispered.
He looked up at you, grin soft. “I wanted to.”
You leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet.
From the front seat, Chris groaned. “Ugh, we get it. You’re in love. Can we get McDonald’s now?”
You and Matt just laughed, your heels now forgotten, your feet finally free, and your heart full of love for the boy who always made sure you were taken care of.
@sturniolo-szn2 @sturnsmols @outersbanksgirly @conspiracy-ash @ch3rrysturns @matthewsangel @demisthings05 @ivysturnss @mattstromboli @chrissiren @mattspillowprincess @heartsonlyforchris @tezzzzzzzz @courta13 @bluesundaylover @wrizzslayqueen00 @chrisfavgirl @emely9274 @lavande3 @wrizzslayqueen00 @matthewsbasement @pepsipoet @bre4sturn @jadestxrnzz @carlweise777 @moond0llie @angel-sturn1 @riggysworld @uhh-idk-man @stvvrn1olo @applepie573 @lycheeolo @sturniolobananas10 @urfavvbilliemunch @chrislova @crjsss @perscriptionlove @urinternetfairygf @sophsturns @matts1989 @ilovesamgoldencoch @devotedlyteenagemusic @rollingintheglitter @partyn3xtwh0r3 @urfaveprettypsycho @vunhun @jrikimsturniolo
areudirty
tangentwithtanner
romaincrisis
gummygunk
titsay
kianamaiart
dailybridgerton
