a closer look - dad!matty au
a/n: this took me like a week to write my goodness. please enjoy as i almost lost my mind over this fic😌
summary- you and matty take a hard look at your relationship when the kids are being babysat.
content warnings: serious talk about relationship, smut, daddy kink, swearing, angst, almost 3k wc (yes i got carried away. worth it? absolutely.)
minors do not interact, all fics are 18+
“matty, we seriously need to talk.”
shit. you’re filing for divorce.
“sure, love.”
***
things were different.
not the ‘we’re having problems’ that eventually turns into a divorce, but things between you and matty certainly haven’t been happy-go-lucky. sure, you had your own family and a work life balance to figure out, but something felt like it was missing.
conversations started to feel redundant, one person anticipating what the other was going to say, mouthing the words as they were being said. days felt invariably tiresome, the standard 'how was your day?' talks turning into a minute conversation ending in a mumbled 'love you' and a kiss good night, with nothing more.
you always knew that matty loved you, and he knew that you reciprocated that same feeling. but now with picking up the kids, and matty coming home and spending time with them right before sending them to bed with a bedtime story and you getting nothing more than a cheek kiss made your relationship feel… well, hollow.
and you thought, maybe he’s just having a rough day, but days turned into weeks of passing glances. you tried cheering him up with little notes and texts of ‘i love you!’ and ‘proud of you!’ but you got nothing more than a heart emoji and a ‘thanks love’.
and it's not that he wasn't appreciative of the gestures; he was quite fond of them, truly. it got him through most of his late night sessions with the boys, hearing that same few notes on loop trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it. it was the little things you did that made him feel remembered and cherished.
he just didn't know how to tell you that he wanted you, and you alone: his wife, his partner. not the nurturing, compassionate 'mother y/n', or the 'hardworking y/n' that was actually fucking competent amongst the idiots that worked with you. he was so, so grateful of those versions of you, but he’d slowly started to forget the intimate moments of just the two of you.
matty craved the playful, contagious laugh he heard when he snuck up behind you to scare you or the judgmental stare-down after a terrible joke he came up with all by himself.
he missed the real you.
after confiding in george and charli, she suggested that she and george take the twins for the weekend for you two to ‘sort it out’. her fiancé agreed, more than happy to help you guys out, sending you off with a hug and a sliver of hope.
***
the dreaded weekend finally arrived, and the doorbell rang and it was none other than the couple, ready whisk away your kids with a caring smile. you and matty gather the twins as they follow their aunt and uncle, them babbling to each other as charli and george get them settled in the car.
matty presses the door creaks shut as your arms fold, deciding how to go about this. sure you guys have had rough conversations in the past, but nothing like this. you were always on the same page, thought the same, acted the same, so being unknown to the other was quite scary.
a odd silence falls over the room, the only noise being heard from the air conditioning and the car starting outside.
matty leans against the door for support, his stomach swirling and heart pounding, feeling like he was going to vomit. he doesn’t think he’s been this nervous since your wedding day.
he wipes his palms on his slacks, taking a deep breath he starts with a brave smile,
“so-”
instinctively, his hand reaches for the small of your back, glimpses of just the two together slowly appearing his mind. then it hits him.
it’s just you two.
nerves getting the better of him and his hand drops in defeat behind you. “what’d you want to talk about, love?”
his voice was low and unsteady; he didn’t know what was about to happen. he was about to lose you forever for all he thought.
your head tilts towards the dining room chairs, the room filled with highly pitched laughs and smiles not too long ago now in a state of anxiety and stillness. matty sits across from you, resting his interlaced fingers on the table, wedding band catching the light, and it quickly feels like you're being interviewed.
“um,"
you really didn't know what to say. the quiet of the room was thick, almost suffocating. your lips parted, the words intending to come out, but getting stuck in your throat, the sound being lost. the uncomfortable truth of what has been happening between you lately was now suddenly so overwhelming.
matty sees you struggling, and his heart aches. "you can say it. it's just me, y'know."
the words hang in the air for a moment, still and heavy.
"i know." you clear your throat, eyes landed on his folded hands across the table from you. a deep breath echoes in the room: here goes everything.
"matty, do you still love me?”
a quiet buzz seeps from the wall.
he lightly scoffs at the absurdity of the question, quickly realizing you’re serious and recalibrates his reaction. he can’t believe what he’s heard.
worry and fret practically ate him alive for the last few days, every scenario playing through his mind. here he thought he was going to sign divorce papers and share custody, losing the love of his life in the process. and that's what you wanted to talk about? if he still loves you? he smiles at the question, ease spreading in his chest.
loving you was like breathing to him.
“of course i do,” he reassures. his hands find their way to yours, the warmth transferring to you, calming you down a bit. "i love you. so so much, y/n." his eyes are full of sincerity and love.
relief fills your lungs as matty squeezes your hands. oh thank god. you hadn't heard those three words in a while and was afraid you might never again. after what felt like months of him just living next to you and the kids, it felt nice knowing he was there again. you take a shaky breath.
“why would you ever-?” his eyebrows furrow, brain distraught at the thought.
“i don't- i don't know,” you cut in anxiously, losing eye contact. “just sometimes feels like you don’t want me around.”
his smile drops as he grips the bottom of his chair, the wood legs hurriedly scrapes across the floor, his familiar scent engulfing the air surrounding you.
the words ping-pong in his head. doesn't want you around? that was the opposite of what he wanted.
“oh, baby. I didn’t know you were feeling this way,” he says, mentally beating himself up to let you think that was a reality. "didn't mean to make you feel like that. i always want you near me."
his lips connect to your temple as the anxiety dissolves like sugar into water. they linger there for a moment, his breath hitting your skin, the feeling familiar and intimate. his arm slings around you too, and you jump slightly. the simple contact causes you breath to even in the somewhat quiet room.
you sit in each other’s presence, the familiarity easing the situation.
“can i ask you something,” he says shifting awkwardly in his seat. you can feel the anxiety radiating off him. you nod intently.
his voice softens and is vulnerable, fragile. “do you still want me?”
what?
“yes. yeah, of course,” the words rush out on their own. “why?-” you voice drifts off, not knowing where to go.
he shrugs.
he just didn’t know what to do. every time he tried to touch you- a hand on your hip, on the small of your back, your ass, anything really- you moved away. it was something that never happened before which was extremely off-putting to him. after multiple failed attempts he felt somewhat like a whore and embarrassed of his actions, so he just quit altogether.
and you didn’t mean to, you just preoccupied with something else.
you were getting physically and emotionally further away from him. was he supposed to just ask you if you still thought of him like that? he didn’t want to pry.
“just something we haven’t done in a long time,” his voice drops, low and vulnerable. his thick fingers fidget with the ripped denim lying on your knee. “didn’t know if you thought i was still-“
“sexy?”
his small chuckle fills the room, soothing the tension. his smile is radiant, making your heart skip a beat. “yes. sexy.”
you smile, finally feeling reconnected with him. the air’s a bit thinner now, ease filling the room as you look up at him. a picture of matty shirtless pops into your mind, his tattoos tightening around his skin when he tenses his arms, his muscular eyes taking in every inch of your body; you squeeze your thighs together at the thought.
“i think about you like that all the time.” more than you’d like to admit, to be frank.
“like what?” he wonders.
“shirtless and,"
sweaty. desperate. hard, you thought. the thought of him makes you dizzy, your heart hammering against your chest as he starts to lean closer to you.
“i do too,” he hums. “maybe we can revisit that idea, angel?” he tucks a strand behind your ear, bodies close and tense, and you feel his ragged breath reach your skin. his eyes lock with yours, lust and want swirling throughout them.
entranced, you swallow, his gaze burning through you as your lower stomach starts to heat. god, how he makes you feel like a teenager.
your cunt begins to pulse as his thumb drags against your bottom lip, slow. he lurches towards you, connecting your lips after what feels like an eternity. finally, he’s getting a real, meaningful kiss from you and not a routine one. he feels his dick twitch in his pants.
the feeling urges his hands to meet the sides of your face as his tongue dances with yours, hands careful and supportive. your lips are swollen and red when he untangles his lips with yours, a soft moan leaving it. your fingers hurriedly tug at his curly locks as his hand go to your pants, fiddling with the button, but suddenly stopping.
hands suddenly connect to your hips as he pulls your weight on top of his. you squeal at the action as matty moans in your mouth, reconnecting his lips with yours.
he tugs on the hem of your shirt, “okay if i-?”
you hum.
“words, sweet girl.”
“uh huh,” you reply, “please.”
lifting your arms up he throws it somewhere on the other side of the room. you do the same, revealing his chest and part of his ‘we are kings’ tattoos, causing your breath to hitch and mouth to hang open slightly.
whimpers and sounds fly through the air, lips pressing together with passion and desire. grinding your hips down on his, matty unclasps your bra, taking your nipple into his mouth. your eyes shut at the feeling.
his hand slides across to support your lower back as his cold wedding band touches your blazing skin, you whimpering quietly at the contact. he growls against your collarbone, “mmm, missed your little sounds.”
your hips writhe constantly against his, feeling him get harder and harder with every movement. fuck, you want him so bad.
suddenly he pushes you off him as he stands up. “jump,” he commands. you wrap your legs around him as he catches you in his arms. you feel his soft lips again as he bring you over to the bedroom. he slips as his eyes widen, holding you securely as he looks down for a moment.
“found your shirt,” he chuckles as you laugh with him; a real laugh he’s been aching to hear. the tension and anxiety subsides, the small but intimate moment reminding you it’s just matty. the sound reverbs through the house, and a thought pops into his head:
he's so lucky.
he takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck as he moves his way to the bedroom.
he gently opens the door to your bedroom, throwing you on the sheets. his lips roam your body as he slowly peels your jeans off you. “can i-?” he asks, already hooking his fingers under your drenched panties. you nod.
he swipes a finger through your folds, cunt tensing at the contact. he sees your chest heaving, smiling to himself as his nose nudges your clit. he slides two fingers in, and out, in and out against your spongy walls. his tongue laps at your folds, keeping his rhythm, reveling in the whimpers and sounds he hasn’t heard in a long time.
hands grip the sheets, a signal to him you’re close. smiling to himself, he speeds up. “matty,” you warn, the coil in your lower stomach starting to come undone. “oh fuck-”
“i know princess,” he says. he’s mesmerized, eyes glazed over at the sight of you. a dream, he thinks. “so gorgeous like this.”
your hips father against his hand, his name falling from your lips again and again as his fingers thrust you through your orgasm. your body buzzes with pleasure as he kisses close to the apex of your thighs. you arch your back at the feeling, matty supporting you with his arm, sucking your clit and smiling at the sounds you make at the overstimulation.
mumbles of praise come from matty as you come down off your high.
you smile hazily. "hi."
his eyes meet yours. "hi, love."
“can i suck you off?”
matty giggles at your offer, kissing you sweetly. he considers the offer, but ultimately decides no. yes he loves it when your lips are wrapped around his dick, but he hasn’t had you in so, so long. he needs to feel you. “another time baby. need you, not your mouth.”
your nimble fingers hook around his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his throbbing erection. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “you comfortable?”
“yeah,” you smile.
an idea pops into his head.
a devilish smile appears on his face. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale as his hand moves to your hip, “yes, what, sweet girl?”
you smile at the allusion, memories of you using the word for the first and many times, “yes, daddy.”
you both feel his dick twitch. “fuck,” he moans. “I’ve missed that.”
your lips part as your stomachs swirls at his words, him giving you a chaste kiss as he lines himself up to your cunt. he pushes inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. he swears quietly as you hiss at the contact.
“shit.” he moans.
as you squeeze against him, he sees stars. “feel so good clenching around me like that.”
his moves his hips faster, slamming himself into you again, your moans encouraging him to go faster. his lips fall to your neck, sucking and lightly scraping the skin with his teeth. his hips buck against yours, gasps coming from both of you.
“mattymattymatty,” is all you can manage as he pounds into you, climax starting to knock the wind out of you, gasping and chest heaving.
“fuck, come for me honey, oh fuck me-” he rambles.
you scream his name, digging your nails into his back as he cums inside you, feeling the hot liquid spurt against your walls. hot breaths and groans of your name accompany his release, as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. matty drops his weight on top of you, chest sticky as his heart beats hard against yours. you stay there for a while, catching your breath, both fucked out and content.
muscle memory kicks in for him, and he leisurely makes his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel for you, humming as he does so, as well as grabbing plain black t shirt. he returns with the items as a comfortable silence falls over the room.
matty clears his throat. “how’re you feeling?” he says, wiping the towel against your skin.
“really good.”
he hums, placing a few kisses on the soft skin of your thighs. he rests his head there as you comb your fingers through his curls. he missed these intimate moments, now so happy it's returned. “i’m really glad we talked,” he whispers.
“me too.” you share a smile, and he lifts himself to place a sweet kiss on your face and lips. placing the towel on the nightstand next to you, he slots himself in between your legs, head resting on the inside of your thighs.
you tangle your hand in his hair comfortably, earning a satisfied sound from him. “i love you,” your voice is barely above a whisper.
"i love you so much more, y/n,” he mumbles before sleep tugs at both of you, succumbing to it.
***
your eyes flutter to sunshine spilling through the blinds of the room, perfectly highlighting matty's thick curls and sleeping figure below you. happiness spreads through your chest, sighing as you take in your husband’s features.
starting to wake up, he stretches outwardly, body slow and weak from sleep. his body arches beneath you as satisfaction and pleasure replace the sluggish feeling. he feels your soft skin against his own, the warmth and love emitting from you is captivating. voice still laced with sleep he looks down at you, "good mornin', gorgeous."
an even wider smile appears on your face. his accent's always more prominent in the morning.
"hi handsome." a content sigh slips from his mouth.
he hums at the pet name, hands wandering all through your hair, savoring the image and feel. he's never felt so close to you as he was right now; he would stay here for the rest of his life.
you push yourself off him as the sheets ruffle, matty pulling you closer than he ever has. "baby, i need to pee,” you chuckle.
“nuh uh,” he shakes his head, curls tickling your skin.
“please?” you try, slowly being convinced to stay.
again, his curls shake, replying in the negative. you laugh at the sensation, again trying to move. “i’ll be less than ten meters from you, let me go!” you cry.
“what if you meet another guy?” he teases, as he cups your face -you’re now able to see his perfect one- and connects the back of his hand to his forehead, dramatically throwing his head back, "what am i to do?"
you can’t help but laugh — he's so dramatic.
playfully, you raise up his left hand in between your bodies, the piece of metal glimmering in the morning sun. “may i remind you-?”
he pouts his lips, pretending to think for a moment. his head returns to the soft skin of your neck, “‘m not taking my chances. you'd better stay, beautiful." suddenly, the sheets ruffle as matty flips you, pinning you underneath him.
his lips drag down to your neck to your breasts, hips, then the sides of your thighs. slowly, his hands push your legs open.
“you're mine, and mine always.”
