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NO racism. NO homophobia. NO questionable morals. NO hate. Fuck ICE.
Fic idea Chris and whoever but the person was sitting on Chris lap and Chris got lil too excited and she felt it and and Chris turn red and start to get so embarrassed and shit idk some how make so it end with Chris inside her liver
Summary: In which you and Matt are horny after a show, and Matt is scared of getting caught. But you convince him otherwise.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): protected sex, oral sex (m receiving), hand job, dry humping, riding, semi-public sex (tour bus), hair pulling, praise kink, if I forgot anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
The crowd had been something totally unreal tonight. Two thousand people screaming the boys' names, hoping they might look their way. But that was an hour ago. Now there was a level of mental exhaustion on the bus that usually comes after a show.
Chris and Nick had barely made it through the door before they were walking back off the bus.
“There’s a burger joint like six minutes from here,” Chris had announced, already pulling his hoodie over his head. “I’m literally going to pass out if I don’t eat something.”
Nick grabbed his wallet and a hoodie. “Do you guys want anything?”
You and Matt had exchanged a glance, the kind that said everything without saying anything at all.
“We’re good,” Matt said.
The door shut behind them, and just like that, the bus belonged to the two of you. You both smiled and sank onto the couch, wanting to enjoy this very rare time alone.
Matt dimmed the overhead lights, nothing too dark but not too bright either, just calming. A playlist that you had created while traveling on tour with the boys drifted softly through the room, something slow and soft, just something instrumental. The bus still smelled faintly like the venue mixed with the freshness of Matt’s cologne.
You were stretched across the couch, legs crossed at the ankles, still wearing the outfit you’d had on for the show. Matt sat at the other end, elbows on his knees, scrolling through his phone with a look on his face that you knew well. He was trying to look focused, but you knew he wasn’t even paying attention to the screen.
A sexual tension had been building between you two since early this morning. It had started with waking up in the bunk and Matt just lightly grazing your side before squeezing your ass lightly. Then, at soundcheck, when they had a break, you had pulled him into the dressing room and made out with him before he was summoned back to the stage. Now here you were, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
You weren’t imagining it. You knew you weren’t.
“They’re gonna be gone for at least forty-five minutes,” you said, keeping your voice light. “You know how Chris likes to sit down and eat his food.”
Matt set his phone face down on the cushion. He looked at you, and something passed through his eyes. Want, need, and hunger. But underneath it, the furrow between his brows meant his brain was running overtime.
“Nick usually rushes him,” he said.
“Nick’s also starving. I don’t think he’s rushing anyone tonight.”
Matt let out a slow breath, eyebrows furrowing like he was trying to think through everything. His gaze dropped for just a moment to your mouth, to the line of your collarbone, before he shook his head and met your eyes again.
“[Y/N], I don’t know. What if they come back earlier than we think?”
“Matt.”
“I’m serious.” The way he said it sounded like anything but seriousness. You smirked, you knew he was already caving, and soon you’d have your way. “This bus has, like, one door.”
You scooted closer. The playlist changed to a different song. Outside, the gravel lot was still and dark. A complete ghost town, not a soul in sight.
“Then we do what we do best in these times.” You smiled. “We do this quickly.”
He looked at you for a few seconds before a smile started to pull at his lips. His hand moved to your knee, warm and knowing, sliding up your leg.
“We are going to do this my way then,” he said quietly, commanding.
The last of the tension snapped. You nodded fast.
“Okay, talk to me.” Your eyes brightened. He was really going to do this.
He stared at you for a minute. Finally, he spoke firmly. “On your knees, pretty girl. Make me feel good first.”
Your mind went blank for a second. Matt could be demanding sometimes, but this — this was something completely new. You felt your breath catch, heat pooling low in your stomach.
You moved fast, not wanting him to change his mind. You slid down onto your knees in front of him, the floor of the bus hard beneath you. His cock was already straining against his jeans, and the sight of it made your mouth water. Your hand reached out and palmed him slowly. He pulled in a sharp breath, and his hand found your chin. “Look at me, [Y/N].”
“We are doing this my way, remember?” He stared at you as you slowly nodded. He smiled. “Good girl.” He let go of your chin and lifted his hips as he undid his jeans, pushing them down. His thick cock bounced as it was released from the pants, a bead of precum leaking from his tip. You instantly grabbed it, your thumb swiping across the swollen tip, smearing the precum over it. “Fuck.” Matt moaned as his hips arched up for more friction.
You stroked him slowly, dragging your hand all the way up to the tip with just enough pressure to pull a whimper out of him. A sound you’d never heard from him before and immediately wanted again. “Does that feel good, baby?” you asked softly, giving him the most innocent look you could manage. He glared, jaw tight. “Don’t play dirty. Suck my cock before I lose my mind. Please.”
You let out a soft laugh because even when he was overly demanding, he still found it in him to be respectful of you, always. You stuck out your tongue and guided it from the bottom of his cock to the tip, swirling it around the head, licking up the saltiness that had leaked out.
Matt gathered your hair in his hands, making it a makeshift ponytail. You looked at him one last time before you took him into your mouth as far as you could. “Oh fuck, baby.” Matt groaned as his hand tightened on your hair, gently pulling it. You moaned and started to bob your head, using your tongue to trace up his length as you went.
What didn’t fit in your mouth, you used your other hand to stroke, finding just the right pace that had Matt’s head tipping back, watching you with an expression like he couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening. He whispered, voice struggling, as you held his gaze, “Sweetheart, you have no idea what you do to me.” You took him deeper, and some spit slid down your chin and his length at the same time. He let out a low, broken moan at the sight, like the sound was pulled out of him against his will.
You taking him deep seemed to break whatever restraint he had left. He held your hair with one hand while the other rested on the back of your head. He was now fucking your mouth relentlessly, your eyes watering from how aggressive it was. You moaned, and the vibration went through his cock. “Oh fuck, [Y/N]. Right there.”
Your hands squeezed his upper thighs, indicating that you wanted him to stop. He pulled you off him. You stood up and pulled your pants down, a wet spot showing in the middle of your underwear. You straddled his lap, the wet spot landing directly on him. You smiled. “This okay, baby?” Matt was speechless and just nodded as his hands came to rest on your hips. His cock twitched at the sensation. “Y-yeah. Totally fine, honey. Fuck, I-I need you to do something though.” He gasped, his hips slightly moving to find some sort of contact.
You nodded and started to move your hips back and forth, your underwear rubbing gently against his length. You whimpered as you felt it fit right in between your folds, even with the barrier of underwear. It felt so fucking good. “Matty, oh fuck.”
Matt’s hands tightened around you. He could feel the wet spot growing as you ground against him. “That’s it, baby. Ride my dick like that. Fuck, this is so hot.” You smiled as you heard how into it he really was from his moans. You started to move faster. Every time you ground against him, you let out a soft gasp.
Matt groaned and stilled your hips with both hands, chest heaving. “I can’t do it anymore.” His voice dropped to almost nothing. “I fucking need you. Now.”
He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. You raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged, a little breathless. “I’m optimistic.” You let out a soft laugh as you eased off him, watching him tear the wrapper open and roll it on with slightly shaking hands. He reached for you, voice dropping low. “Come here, baby. Clock’s ticking.”
You tried to take off your underwear, but his hand caught yours. “They stay on, it’s hot.” You nodded and straddled him again, hovering right over him. He slid your underwear to the side and groaned as he saw how wet and ready you were for him. “This is all for me? I made you this fucking wet, and you didn’t have my fingers or my cock in you at all?” His pupils expanded.
You whined softly. “Matt. Please. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He held your underwear to the side and guided you down onto his length. The swollen head pressed against your slick folds, and you sank down inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open slowly. Once you were completely seated on him, you both went still — just breathing, adjusting, savoring. You felt impossibly full, and you loved every second of it.
He exhaled shakily against your temple. “Jesus Christ.” A pause, his hands pressing you down just slightly, like he couldn’t help himself. “You feel so good. I want to feel this forever.”
You kissed his jaw softly, moving your hips in a grinding motion like earlier. His pubic bone lightly grazed your clit, just enough to send a wave of sensation through you. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, his mouth attaching to yours, his tongue pushing its way in. You whined.
As you made out with him, your motion sped up. You were now gasping as you rode him. Matt took the opportunity to pull your tongue into his mouth and suck on it, causing you to clench around him tightly. “Oh! Fuck,” you said against his mouth.
He smiled and pulled away. “Yeah? Like that?” You nodded.
He grabbed your hips and lifted you slightly. “Stop being gentle. Ride my cock. Make me feel good, sweet girl.”
You started to bounce on his cock. Every time you came down, his hips snapped up to meet you. His hand still held the underwear to the side so it didn’t get in the way.
You could feel every inch of him, the drag of it as you rose, the fullness as you came back down, stretching you open all over again. It was almost too much. Almost.
“M-Matt.” Your voice broke on his name. “I’m not going to last. I can’t.” You whimpered as your pace increased, thighs burning, completely lost in the sensation. He nodded fast, jaw clenched like he was trying to hold himself together, and his mouth found your neck.
“Cum for me, baby.” He groaned. He nipped and sucked at your neck, and you already knew you’d find the marks tomorrow. The sensation expanded: him deep inside you, his mouth on your throat, his hands gripping your hips. Too much and exactly enough all at once.
Your pace started to get sloppy. You were so close. He knew it. “Baby, fuck, I’m close too.”
You grabbed his face gently and looked him in the eyes. “Together. Please.” He nodded.
You kissed him softly, and he whispered it against your mouth: “Cum for me, [Y/N].” The orgasm hit you all at once, a wave that started deep and rolled throughout you. You clenched tight around him, a broken moan falling from your lips. He followed seconds later, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he twitched and released, his whole body shuddering beneath you.
He helped you ride out the high, his hands staying on your hips until you stopped shaking, before finally helping you off him. He gently pulled your pants back up for you, careful and unhurried.
You sank back against the couch. Completely breathless. Neither of you spoke. You just looked at each other for a moment. The playlist was still going. Some slow, quiet song you barely registered. The bus hummed faintly around you.
Matt stood first, throwing away the condom and pulling his jeans back on. He disappeared into the small bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth. He knelt in front of you without a word. You watched him, something warm and loving settling in your chest.
“You don’t have to do that,” you whispered.
He looked up at you. “Yeah, I do.”
He helped you fix your clothes, his hands gentle now, completely different from ten minutes ago, and somehow that difference made your heart do something crazy. Once he was satisfied you were comfortable, he sat back down beside you and pulled you into his side, your head finding the curve of his shoulder like it was made to rest there.
His thumb traced slow circles on your arm. You could feel his heartbeat still coming down, steady and warm beneath your palm.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, lips pressing into your hair.
“More than okay,” you said. And you meant it.
He let out a slow breath. His arm tightened around you. “Good.” A pause, quieter. “Me too.”
You tilted your head up to look at him. He was already looking at you, soft-eyed, a little undone, the version of Matt that almost nobody else got to see. You reached up and stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he turned his face slightly into your hand, like it was instinct.
“I love you,” you said.
He caught your hand and held it there. “I love you, dork.”
There’s a knock on the tour bus door. You both freeze. Not even breathing. Then Chris’ voice cuts through, flat and unbothered: “Hey. We both love that you love each other, but it is genuinely freezing out here. Can we come in yet?” You both burst out laughing at the same time, foreheads nearly touching. Not caught, exactly. But close enough.
*This was an idea from this POST by @xmattsrightballx*
Word Count: 2.8K
Summary: In which Matt comes home pissed from a game of pickle ball, so you decide to help him with the tension.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): grinding, cowgirl position, loving dirty talk, dom!reader (loosely), unprotected sex, choking (light), if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
You were on the couch, a movie playing in the background as you were on your phone. Matt was out with Nick and Chris filming a pickle ball video. Suddenly, you hear the front door slam shut, making you jump. You look towards the sound and hear heavy footsteps approaching. Matt didn’t say anything, but he was alone, which meant either the other two had gone to eat or they had a small argument, and Matt walked away before it got worse. He silently kicked off his shoes by the walkway, the gym bag holding the equipment tossed into the storage closet. Matt was soaked with sweat— it clung to his skin. You can see how hunched his shoulders were. You kept watching him silently from the couch, but even from across the room, you could feel and see the tension inside him. Something really just set him off, and you could tell.
As he walked into the kitchen, you set your phone on the coffee table and followed him quietly. He moved stiffly but quietly to the fridge. Yanking the door open and grabbing a water, downing half of it in one go. As he drank, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and you watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched.
“I’m guessing it was a rough game?” you asked, your voice soft, not wanting to make it seem like you were teasing him.
Matt looked at you, wiped his mouth, and gave a short nod. “Chris was the biggest asshole the whole entire time. Telling me that I was trying too hard, overthinking it. We were literally there just to teach Nick how to play.” He didn’t mean to, but he slammed the water bottle on the counter. “It just really pissed me off- how the fuck do we teach our brother if one is being a dick, you know?”
You pause for a second: “Well, I guess the first lesson is ‘Don’t be a dick at pickle ball 101.’”
He smiles slightly at the joke, but then sighs and looks at the counter.
You step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his arm and rubbing it. “Baby, you do seem tense,” you said, sliding your hand up to his shoulder. “Can I help you?”
His eyes softened as he looked at you, the tension slightly easing. “[Y/N], you don’t have to—”
“That’s the thing, I want to,” you replied. “Go take a shower, and then lie on our bed. I’ll take care of my boy.”
He gives you a small, grateful smile and nods his head before heading to the bathroom. You hear the water turn on, him softly moving around the bathroom, so while he did that, you moved into the bedroom. You turned off the lights, lit soft candles around the room, and then grabbed the massage oil. When he finally came out of the bathroom, he was wearing just a pair of loose basketball shorts, his hair damp, his skin scrubbed clean of sweat, but that tense energy still lingered.
He stopped in the bathroom doorway and looked around. Unsure of what exactly was happening. You smiled softly and said, “Come here, lie on your stomach.”
Matt walks over quietly and lies on his stomach, letting out a heavy sigh. You climb onto his back, straddling his hips, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours. You put some oil into your hands and rub it around to warm it up. You softly place your hands on his back and start to rub it into him, in soft small circles. He groans in pleasure, a slight shiver running through him. You start to move up towards his shoulders, kneading into the tense muscles there.
Your hands moved in soft, smooth strokes. Traveling from his shoulders, to his neck, and down towards his shoulder blades. He moaned softly into the pillow. You keep rubbing all over his back, applying more oil periodically. You can slowly feel the tension ease from his muscles.
“You literally brought all the bad energy from the game back here,” you whispered, your thumbs pressing into a really tough spot in his shoulders.
Matt lets out a soft chuckle. “I think you might be right.”
You leaned over him, your body brushing against his as you kept working down his body. Your hands gliding over his back, you place a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. You go down, rubbing small circles around his spine. You get to his lower back and put more pressure right above his hips. He lets out a small gasp of pleasure, not pain. And you smile softly.
“Babe, just relax,” you say softly as you place another soft kiss on his shoulder. “I’m here to take care of you.”
Matt’s breathing slowed down; his aggressive attitude from earlier slowly melted into quiet surrender. His hands unclenched, his body relaxing, he was finally listening and letting the tension out. You quietly worked out the last few tense spots. Once he seemed calmer, you gently placed kisses all over his back as a quiet sign of affection.
After you finished, you leaned over him again and whispered in his ear, “I want you to turn over,” your voice filled with something more than just innocence. You gently get off his back so he can turn around.
He rolled onto his back, his eyes met yours, they were dark but no longer from tension. It was pure want now. You climb back on top of him, straddling his hips. Your hands tracing gentle lines up his chest and stomach, you can feel him getting harder the more you touch him. You move your hands towards his chest, rubbing soft circles. Your hands brush over his nipples, and they harden at the light touch. Matt lets out a soft, breathy moan. “Baby… fuck.”
You smile at his soft moan, and your fingertips go lower. They trace over his stomach. You run them down his happy trail. You run your fingertips across the space where his shorts rest on his hips. Light, stuttered breaths fall from his mouth as he watches you, his hands now gripping your thighs. You feel his cock press against you, and you smirk, knowing how turned on he is.
Matt’s breath increased slightly as you placed kisses along his collarbone and neck. You could feel his muscles tense, not from earlier but from trying to restrain himself from taking over. You slowly slipped your hand under the waistband of his shorts, smiling as you realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. You softly tease his hip bones and then his upper thighs. “[Y/N]. Please.” Matt begs softly.
“Want me to take them off? Really, let me take care of you?” You tease softly, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He nods fast and lifts his hips to help you. You laugh and gently pull his shorts down.
His cock sprang out, and it twitched as the air hit it. The tip was red, swollen with want. You put some of the oil on your hands and then grab his length and rub him slowly. Occasionally, squeezing him as your hand slides up and down it. Matt lets out a whine and bucks his hips as you brush your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum. Matt’s eyes shut closed as pleasure takes over, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into your thighs as you stroke him.
“Does this make my baby feel better?” you tease, placing another kiss on his neck.
Matt doesn’t answer. Instead, he moans and bucks his hips. Chasing more of the friction.
You pause for a second, and he looks at you. You slowly climb off him, taking off your clothes as you stare at him. Matt looks at you and groans. You are standing there bare. Whole body on display, his eyes fill with want. He strokes himself as he looks at you. Matt grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, kissing you softly. You climb back on top of him, his cock resting right against your wet core. You moan softly.
The kiss deepens, becoming almost desperate. Matt slides his tongue into your mouth, tracing it gently before sucking on it. One hand roams your body, starting at your thighs and then going up to your hips. His other hand finds your ass and squeezes it almost possessively. You feel goosebumps form on your body from the gentle touches, squeezes, and kisses. He gently guides you to grind against his cock, his thick length slides between your slick folds. You start to move, and the friction is amazing; every movement makes you clench and your clit throb. The room fills with wet, needy sounds, and you whimper as your hips roll back and forth over his cock. You can feel how wet you are getting just from grinding against him.
Matt lets out a breath and groans. “God, this feels so good. You’re soaking my cock, my girl is so wet.”
“Fuck, Matt.” You gasp as you keep gliding his cock between your folds.
Matt moans and lightly grips your throat. You whine. “Like that? Making me feel so good, baby. Keep grinding against me like that.”
You nod, your pace picking up slightly. His hand comes up to your throat and grabs it gently, lightly choking you. The other goes to your breast, gently pinching and rolling a nipple between his fingers. “Making me feel so good.”
You look at him. “Matt, I need you. Please. Let me just make you feel good.”
Matt nods, his hands coming back down to your hips. The dominance leaves his body, letting you have full control now. You kiss him one more time, playfully sliding your tongue inside his mouth before pulling away as he whines from the loss. You lift your body up, looking at his cock and how wet his shaft was from you grinding against it. You gently grab him and guide him to your entrance. He smiles softly, “Make me feel good, baby. Ride my cock like I know you want to.”
You smile and guide his cock to your entrance, the tip pressing against your soaked folds. As you slowly sink onto him, you feel the stretch, and you moan, pausing for a second. His hand gently squeezes your hips in a soft, reassuring manner as he whispers, “You can do it baby. I know it’s a lot. But you can take it all, I know you can.”
You nod and keep going, feeling him stretch you, inch by inch. You feel him stretch you out, your walls tightening around him as you adjust. “Oh. God Matt.” You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjust. “Come on, baby. Take it all. You’re almost there.” He rubs your thighs, his words reassuring you. You smile softly and slide down some more, his cock twitches as he goes further inside you. Once he is buried deep inside you, he lets out a low moan and smiles.
“There we go. Taking it all like the good girl I know you are. Fuck, feels so good to be inside you.” Matt moans softly, his hands moving to your ass and rubbing it gently.
You nod, “Yeah. Feels really good.” You whisper, a small blush covering your cheeks.
“Can I move now?” You whisper, pecking his lips quickly. He nods, hands staying on your ass, just in case you want him to help guide.
You place your hands on his chest and pull yourself up slowly. You shiver as you feel every inch of him dragging along your walls. You pause at just his tip, then sink back down, moaning as he fills you again. You repeat it, riding the feeling of pleasure that you get from doing it, just loving how his cock stretches you perfectly. Soon, you find a rhythm, gliding up and down, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Matt’s grip on your ass tightens, helping guide you as you ride him, his gaze locked onto your face, awe evident. “Feels so good, baby. Watching you ride my cock… will never get tired of this view.”
You moan softly, his words making you increase the pace. “Matt— Oh god, I love your cock.”
Suddenly, Matt sits up, and you sink deeper onto him. The angle provides a different feeling, more intimate. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, neck, and finally your lips. He pants against your mouth and whispers as you keep riding him, “Yeah. Just like that, baby. Making me feel so good, doing such a good job.”
You were rocking together, finding a steady rhythm that worked for both of you. It felt like your body was on fire every time Matt’s hips thrusted upwards as yours went down, meeting right in the middle. Matt’s hand slowly slid between your bodies, his mouth gently pulling in a nipple and sucking on it. You gasped and arched into his mouth as he sucked and lightly bit it. His fingers are resting right above where your clit is, teasing you.
“Oh— Matt,” You whine softly, your hands going to his hair to hold onto something. He chuckles softly, switching from one nipple to the other, giving it the same amount of love and attention. His fingers were lightly dancing across your stomach, sending slight shivers and causing you to clench hard around him.
“Fuck. Stop doing that. I won’t last.” He groans, kissing his way up from your chest, to your neck, then finally placing his lips on yours.
His hand finally slips lower, fingers finding your clit, and he starts to rub slow circles. Your breath catches. You look right into his eyes as he smirks. You moan softly and lean back slightly as you keep riding him.
He watches you in awe, able to see everything. The hand that isn’t rubbing you grips your hip tightly.”Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Love how well you’re taking care of me.” He moans softly, like it’s a prayer. He quickens the pace on your clit, soft whines falling from your mouth.
The tension he had brought home suddenly melted. A new feeling washing over him—one full of adoration, love,need, and a quiet promise of always being there. You sit back up and push him back gently onto the bed again. His hands shift back to your ass as you move faster. The orgasm was building, and Matt knew by the way you would gasp and grip his shoulders. His hands tightened on your ass, and he helped guide you up and down on him in an urgent manner.
“Cum for me, [Y/N]. Come on. I feel it,” he says. His voice was half commanding, half pleading.
You nod fast and let go. The orgasm washing over you, Matt lets out a low moan as he feels the wetness wash over his cock. He helps you ride it through, and seconds later he whines, “Shit, cumming.” You feel the warmth of his orgasm filling you.
Matt gently helps lift you off him, whispering sweet nothings into your hair. He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and that soft, sleepy smile you love. He’s so careful as he cleans you up, kissing your forehead and cheeks, telling you how perfect you are. When he finally wraps himself around you, his body is loose and safe, and you know he’s let go of something heavy.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I really needed to just be loved. You always know how to help me.”
You run your hand through his hair and kiss the top of his head. “You don’t always have to stress about things alone. Even if they seem silly,” you say. “I want you to let me help.”
He nods, kisses your neck softly as he curls deeper into you. The tension was long gone now, and there was just a soft moment of peace and love filling the bedroom. You both lay there in the dark room, tangled with one another and the sheets, just enjoying the softness.
There was a moment when neither of you spoke. Just quiet and gentle touches, kisses, and stares. Which was always more than enough for the two of you.
Matt leaned back, brushing some of your hair from your face, which made your breath catch. “I love you. So much. I hope you know that.” You blush at the words, even after all this time, he still makes you nervous on occasion.
“I love you, too.”
You both smiled at one another, and he cuddled back into you. The night was spent just enjoying each other's presence and thinking about how lucky you are to have found your person. Even if he acts like a five-year-old over a pickle ball game.
M yaps: Wish I could actually do this.... I mean what?
*this is a series. Read HERE for previous chapter*
The week following the beach trip became a blur of small hands, loud voices, and the calm that comes from knowing you spent another week shaping little minds. You basically had to throw yourself into teaching this week because if you didn’t, you’d be constantly daydreaming. About Matt.
Dreaming about when you witnessed Matt and Finn standing by the water, and how he was so gentle and careful, being one of the best fathers you have seen in a while. How Chris told you you were good for them, without explaining in detail how you were. And how Matt grabbed your hand and squeezed it before you left, how it made things inside of you explode with warmth. So, yeah, teaching had to be at the forefront of your mind. Otherwise, you’d spiral into a happy puddle of Matt.
That didn’t mean the happiness wasn’t radiating from you. The students could sense it. They saw you smiling every day, and in turn, it put the whole class in a good mood. During math, you always struggled to get them to focus because it’s first thing in the morning. But this week? They worked hard and worked together, and you decided to reward them with silly stickers. At recess, Finn himself gathered a group of boys to play tag. You were so proud. You took a quick picture and sent it to Matt with the following message:
[Y/N]: Finn is the one who started the tag group, shockingly. He’s really growing. Very proud of him, you should be too.
Matt replied with a selfie of himself smiling and giving a thumbs-up, it was like your whole day was made from one picture. On Thursday, the most shy girl in your whole class comes up to you and tugs on your dress. When you look down, she smiles and hands you a folded-up paper. When you opened it, you swore you were going to cry. It read:
“Best teacher ever. Smile is so pretty.”
You put it right into your pocket and know it’s going on your fridge tonight.
Even with all the really good days, the week feels like it is dragging. Every day, you and your class cross off another square on the class calendar. Mentally, you cross off a day, knowing you're one day closer to your coffee date with Matt. If it’s even considered a date.
The daytime isn’t the only moment when pure happiness takes over. Every night, like clockwork, Matt texts you. He sends silly dad jokes, photos of Finn with spaghetti sauce all over his face, and more book recommendations that you quickly add to your list. When your phone dings, your heart jumps with excitement, hoping it’s him.
Finally, it’s Friday. The big day, well, to you. When that final bell rings and the students have gone home, you smile. You pack up your things and look around the classroom. Grading papers can wait until Monday. Today, you are not a teacher anymore; you are just a person—one who is really nervous about this date.
You rush home, nerves filling you. As you walk into your small apartment, you look around, and you have about 2 hours to get ready. You quickly rush to take a shower, letting the hot water relax you and wash away the nerves. When you get out, you go and find something to wear. California is notorious for getting chilly or cold at night. So, you hope that what you pick shows how cute and casual it is while also keeping you warm.
When you check your phone, you notice you have to head there now if you want to be on time. You check yourself one last time and head out.
Matt picked a cute little café that isn’t too far from your apartment. It’s buried right between two buildings on the corner of a street. You’ve always seen it and thought it was cute. The bricks are a warm color, and there are window boxes filled with beautiful yellow flowers. Outside, there are metal tables and chairs. Each table is joined with a small vase of pretty orange and pink flowers.
When you walk in, you spot him immediately— he’s waiting by the counter. He’s looking at his phone, not even noticing you at first. You walk over to him and tap his shoulder. When he turns and sees you, he smiles so wide that it makes your heart race.
“Hey, stranger,” you say in a soft, teasing voice. Your thoughts are on high alert. Suddenly, you think of everything. Is your hair ok? Does the outfit look good enough? Did I just smile too wide? Will he know that I’m nervous?
“Hey.” He smiles softly but looks a little awkward, and it makes you both laugh softly. He is definitely nervous about this too.
“Can we sit outside? It’s a bit stuffy in here, and I enjoy the evening air.” He looks at you and waits for an answer.
You nod, both of you walking to the door. He opens it and holds it open for you. You quietly thank him, and you both find a table. He pulls out your chair for you and helps push it in once you are sitting down. You blush over how sweet that was.
“I’m really glad we can do this.” You smile.
He gives another big grin and nods. “I wouldn’t have missed this; it’s nice to do something without Finn, not that I don’t love him or anything.” He rambles nervously while blushing.
You giggle. “I know what you mean. You are just happy to be Matt, not dad Matt.”
He nods. Before he says anything, a waitress comes out and places the cups of coffee in front of both of you. You look confused because you don’t remember ordering anything. You look at Matt. He’s blushing again.
“I uh—I got you just a Vanilla Latte. Didn’t want you to have to waste time ordering it. Hope that's okay.” He gives a small smile. Your heart is literally racing right now. He ordered something for you. He thought about you before you even got there.
You look surprised, “Wow, that’s so sweet. It’s perfect. I didn’t think you’d remember my favorite coffee.” You take a small sip and let out a hum of acceptance.
Matt gives a small shrug and smiles. “I remember you mentioned it once. It just stuck somewhere in my head. I’m glad you like it.”
You take another sip, looking at him over the brim of the cup. He’s watching you, his eyes soft. Filled with an unnamed emotion that you don’t want to classify just yet, to be safe. “You’re quite good at this.”
He lets out a laugh, “I’m just really glad you asked us to do this. And I’m really happy you showed up.”
The conversation seemed to ease, with less awkwardness. You both talked about the books you read and were reading—trading theories about certain endings, arguing about the arc of certain characters, and whether the author could’ve put more effort into world-building. Matt tells you about a book that he just finished, the one you gave him a while back.
“Oh wow. You just finished it, congrats. You might find yourself earning a dinosaur sticker.” You tease gently.
“Joke all you want, but between my job, Finn, and trying to still have a life, it’s the best I could do. Better than being on chapter three of a book that I gave you.” He shoots back, giving you a mischievous smile.
You gasp and put a hand to your chest. “Excuse me, I am shaping the future. I am doing very important things here.” But there’s no heat to your words, just a soft smile with a giggle.
The conversation slowly rolls into the next one. He asks about your day—like, really asks, listening with intent, as if what you say truly matters. It makes you feel seen, which is something that you haven’t felt with someone in a long time. You tell him about a student who brought a lizard into the classroom for show-and-tell, only for it to be released in the classroom. You share how this week was probably the best one in a long time. And you shared the sweet note the little girl gave you.
He reads it quietly, gives it back to you, and then smiles softly. “She’s right. You do have a really pretty smile.”
You blushed hard, and before it went back to awkward staring, you changed the topic. “Finn tried to convince the whole class to dig up the playground. Said dinosaur fossils exist out there.”
Matt groans, dragging his hand down his face, but is smiling. “I have told him all week, do not dig up the playground. Yet, I keep finding spoons in his backpack.”
You let out a loud laugh that consumes you. In that moment, you didn’t even remember why you were nervous.
Matt doesn’t say anything, just watches you as you sip your coffee. He takes a sip of his and smiles. You look at him, silently asking him to share his thoughts. He grabs your hand and just holds it. You don’t move a muscle, afraid that if you did, he would take his hand back.
He looks down at his coffee for a second, then at your hands joined, then up to your eyes. “I want to say thanks for doing this. Sometimes I think I’m not the best company, but you reminded me today to just be myself. It means a lot.”
You furrow your eyebrows, hand slightly squeezing his. “Matt, what do you mean?”
There looks to be sadness, or maybe it’s pain, behind his eyes. “Dealing with the fallout with Jess, moving to a whole different state, and trying to be a great dad to Finn…. I get in my head and think if anything I’m doing is even right. Or if this will all crash and burn, and the people around me will suffer from it.”
You look at him. Your heart is breaking because you know none of that is true. You speak softly, “Matt. Everything you do is making the world brighter, not darker.” You pause, shocked that came out of your mouth, but you don’t regret it at all. You continue, “You make everything seem so easy. You make people feel safe and seen. Finn is the luckiest kid to have you as his dad. Your brothers are lucky to have you. And I am lucky to have you.”
Matt looks at you, and his hand squeezes yours again. A silent tell that he hears you, and he is thankful for what you said. Something shifts between you two, something that feels warm and inviting.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I’ve heard anything like that in a long time.”
You nod slowly, sip your coffee, and then give a small smile. “I mean every word I said.”
He looks at your hands, and then slowly he shifts so your fingers intertwine. You are actually holding hands now. Your breath catches, and a giddy feeling washes through your body.
The sky shifts from mid-afternoon sun to an orange-gold color as the sun starts to set. You know the date is coming to an end, but neither of you makes any move to leave. But after Matt gets done telling a funny story about camping with Nick and Chris, you realize the real world is still going. You can’t stay here forever.
There is a little boy waiting at home for his dad to read him a bedtime story, and you have to go and lesson plan for the upcoming week. Real life is starting to poke at the edges of this soft bubble.
You look at the sun setting and sigh, “I probably should go home.”
Matt stands and offers his hand to help you up. “Yeah, Stella texted me that Finn is waiting patiently for me. Better get home to him before I have a dinosaur in my house.”
You both stand there. Unsure of what to say, but there is a certain charge floating between the two of you.
“I had a lot of fun. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me.” You say shyly.
“I would do this anytime with you. I mean it.”
Matt grabs your hand again, linking your fingers together. He walks you to your car, and when you get there, you just stand with the keys in your hand. You want to say more, but you aren’t sure what. Maybe that’s okay.
He opens the car door for you, and you climb in. When he shuts the door, you roll the window down. He leans down, “Drive safe, okay? Text me when you get home.”
You blush, heart racing from how close he is. “I will. I promise.”
Matt backs up with a smile on his face. You roll up the window and put the car into drive. Waving as you leave the small parking lot.
You feel different, lighter as you drive home. You look in the rear view mirror and see yourself grinning widely, thinking of every conversation the two of you shared, how his hand felt in yours, and how he listened to you and cared. You’ve never had that before, and it was so nice to experience it.
When you get home, you change into some pajamas, curl up on the couch, and send a picture to Matt.
[Y/N]: Home safe. Tonight was really fun. Maybe I’ll be on chapter 5 next time we talk about books.
Matt replies almost instantly. It’s a picture of him smiling with Finn. Finn is in bed, and Matt is next to him.
Matt: Finn said my reading of books out loud isn’t as good as yours. I think my son likes you more, not sure how to feel….
Matt: I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you for being there.
Matt: I expect chapter six, actually, so….
You let out a loud laugh as you read the texts.
[Y/N]: I can’t help it. I am a magician when it comes to read-alouds… almost like I’m a teacher or something, and I do it every day. Hmm
[Y/N]: You made tonight really fun. So thank you for agreeing to coffee with me.
[Y/N]: Keep talking, and I might stop at chapter 4 and really make you suffer.
There’s a slight pause and then a reply.
Matt: I will always agree to adventures with you. (Please don’t stop at chapter 4.)
You lie on the couch and smile at the text. You aren’t sure what this is yet, but you hope it’s more than just being friends.
M yaps: Last thing I post before my trip! This was so cutesy, I hope everyone enjoys it! Feel free to ask questions, request things, or come yap with me while I'm gone. Won't be writing, but will be active :)
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