Moiety (Mats Hummels Imagine) Ch. 2 Repercussions
Disclaimer: This chapter is R-Rated for those who are uncomfortable please do not read. However, part one can be found here.
You gazed up at the digital clock and glanced back down at your phone anxiously, reading the words Mats had sent to you over an hour ago. ‘I’ll be over by eleven, we need to talk about some things.’ You bit your lip in nervous anticipation as the door handle began to turn clockwise. “Hey you,” he interjected while dropping his keys carelessly on the coffee table and peeling off his black hugo boss overcoat. “Did you record Modern Family for us?” he asked earnestly, as his brown-eyed gaze locked onto yours.
“Yeah, it’s right on the DVR,” you conceded, while hastily looking for the television remote underneath the navy couch cushions. Two seconds later you felt a sinewy frame that you had grown accustomed to, press up against your waist from behind you.
“Looking for this?” he mused with a smirk etched upon his face, as he placed the remote on the palm of your outstretched hand. As the two of you sat side-by-side on the upholstery, you felt an arm gradually begin to outstretch, and engulf your lissome frame into Mats’s warmth. You sighed heavily, resting your head upon the edge of Mats’s shoulder, as you let your body rhythmically rise and fall with each inhale and subsequent exhale he took. As the episode concluded you felt his eyes watch you in annoyance.
“Are we going to talk about what the fuck you were doing with that bartender I specifically warned you against talking to?” he inquired angrily, still maintaining his position with his arm wrapped protectively against your shoulder blade.
“You mean, Andrew?” you questioned indifferently causing Mats to abruptly stand up in front of the television.
“I could give less of a fuck about his name,” Mats spat while reaching over and turning off Modern Family. “I told you to keep your distance, and what did you do?” he questioned irritatedly. “You fucking continued to talk to him like it was your job,” he concluded crossly.
“He’s a co-worker, Mats,” you retorted, while standing up to rival his muscular stature. “I don’t know what you expect me to do? Would you have rather I not talk to him the entire night?” you inquired with a hint of sarcasm.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Mats adamantly argued. “Or maybe- I don’t know-” he began cruelly, “keep your interactions with him to a minimum instead of being all over him.”
“This is so rich coming from you,” you interrupted, as sentiments of astringent jealousy began to seep through your skin pores. “You’re the one who goes home to a wife every night,” you indignantly reminded him, “and now you’re expecting me to practice restraint when talking to other men.”
“Yeah, well if I’m remembering correctly, I pointedly told you he had a bad reputation,” he retorted while stepping closer to you, causing your skin to absorb his hot breath. “So I don’t think it was a matter of me being jealous,” he boasted arrogantly placing a hand firmly on your shoulder blade, “I think it was more of a fucking safety matter,” he scoffed while rolling his eyes.
Instinctively you swapped at his hand, engendering him to back off. “I’m a big girl, Mats,” you confidently rationed, attempting to drown any aspect of guilt from your intonation. “I can handle myself,” you unwaveringly asserted, while turning your back to him, and promptly walking towards you bedroom, knowing that Mats was trailing your every footstep.
“Yeah, you sure fucking proved that tonight,” he spat angrily, as you reluctantly felt the corner of your eyes become increasingly soaked with salty water. You gazed up at with teary-eyed frustration, as his hickory eyes began to reflect something different than impassioned rage- guilt. “Babe,” he began quietly, sitting down on the bed next to you, “I just wish you cared about yourself and your safety as much as I do,” he surmised sincerely while placing a hand firmly on the warmth of your thigh.
“Please, all you give a shit about is whether or not I’m available for a quick fuck,” you pushed back, while smacking his hand, yet again, off of your thigh. “And you proved that tonight,” you croaked, shaking your head in resentment. “Now me and- I’m sorry what’s your name?” you mimicked, adding emphasis on the words ‘what’s your name.’
“It was wrong of me to say that,” Mats admitted while trying to apologetically grasp the palm of your hand. “But you know, what’s between me and you is a lot more than fucking,” he urged as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Before you could manage a response, you felt a slight pull of you arm, which ushered you to the bed next to him, as his hand moved to your waist. “I love our movie nights,” he whispered into your ear, while planting a delicate bite on the nape of your neck. “I love the way you wake me up in the morning,” he added while moving his head to work on the opposite portion of your neck. “And I love how happy you make me and everyone else around you,” he concluded as you felt the flesh of his lips press up against yours possessively. His hand supported your neck, while his tongue aggressively assaulted every corner of your mouth.
“Mats,” you began, trying helplessly to articulate each syllable of your words through the compulsion of wanting to fervently moan. With one swoop of his arm, he had you stationed dependently underneath the weight of his six foot stature, as he continued to trail kisses and bites down the length of your neck. He hastily peeled off your shirt and began focusing his attention onto the width of your chest. His fingers methodically kneaded and rubbed every nerve ending of your body, as his lips occasionally nipped at your sensitive skin. Mats hastily pulled his top off causing you to dig the edges of your fingernails deeper into the flesh on his back. He reached behind you and unclasped your bralette with one hand, as a coy smirk etched upon his face. “Smartass,” you mumbled through his kiss, engendering him to cough out laughter and playfully run the edge of his teeth against your neck. You felt Mats’s groin press up against yours, as he triumphantly claimed your mouth in yet another hot bruising assault, while his hands eagerly tugged away at your pants.
“Ficken” Mats groaned in German, as you felt his member press up against your entrance. He plunged deeply into you, as you felt him familiarly stretch you out. Despite the fact that Mats was the only person you had ever truly had sex with, his skills at fucking marginalized any preconceived fantasies you had once dared to imagine. As the quick movements of his hips formed a rhythmic imbrication with your body, you felt recognizable sensation of euphoria resonate from your pelvic area.
“Mats,” you stammered as he continued his assault against your G-spot, pushing you to the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm. Right before you could reach that feeling of ineffable bliss, Mats withdrew out of your tight glove of heat, ignoring your desperate pleas for more.
“You know what this is for, right?” he cautioned before placing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. To your relief, he then reinserted his member and sped up his thrusts, as you clamped your legs around his waist, urging him to bring you back to a euphoric climax. Your entire body was throbbing for a release as Mats, yet again, pulled out from what should have been your orgasm.
“Please,” you begged fervently, as Mats continued to lather your body with harsh kisses that consisted primarily of teeth. “Mats,” you practically whined, as you dug your fingernails harder into his back causing him to elicit a satisfactory groan.
“You’re doing so well babe,” Mats encouraged through sharp breaths. “But tonight’s behavior was an indication of your constant defiance,” he admonished coyly, before re-entering your body and thrusting his hips at a painfully slow pace.
“Mats,” you stammered while forcibly pushing your eyelids shut, as his pace elevated. “Please no, not a third time,” you pleaded, while your head leaned back towards the pillow.
“I won’t, I promise,” Mats whispered as you felt his hips continue to snap, causing you to outcry a litany of moans and to see visions of stars. Your walls went taut, causing the older man to come undone. “All fucking mine,” he growled into your ear, as you felt his warm release spill into you. Mats withdrew from you almost instantly and collapsed on the grey sheets next to you, tired and sweaty, he engulfed you protectively into his arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Mats questioned attentively, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You shook your head, and croaked a “Not really,” in response. Your limbs were about as stable as jelly, but somehow you mustered the strength to reach up and gradually kiss Mats.
“I love you y/n,” Mats whispered down to you, running his fingers through your hair.
“I love you too,” you whispered his neck, as you nestled your tired limbs into his embrace.