Across the Fence
Neighbor!Matt Dierkes x Fem!Reader
A/N: I might pass out because of this. Need Matt’s drummer arms to save me. Ty to @areuirish for the pics! Extra tags: @abiomens @exitwoundsx
Summary: Matt and you have been house neighbors for two years and have never got along. Recently, the wooden fence that you two share is damaged in a storm. This dilemma finally makes you both face your hatred head on.
Content and Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Matt’s POV included, smut 18+, arguing/yelling/name calling, hate!sex (they’re in love idc), light degradation, throat fucking, choking/asphyxiation, raw p in v
Word Count: 3k
The day you met Matt was the day you moved into your new house. It was two years ago.
Unfortunately, you didn’t have anyone to help you that day; it was just you, your two dogs, and your packed, rented U-Haul. That Saturday morning also presented a storm, one that didn’t show up in the forecast, and you were soaked, frustrated, and just pissed off. It was supposed to be an exciting milestone and it wasn’t going as planned.
What upset you also, was that your two pit bulls, Daisy and Coco, had to stay in your new bedroom all day while you moved in.
At one point, you saw your neighbor just watching your demise through his front window. His arms were crossed over his chest and he gave you furrowed brows. You resented his nasty, judgmental glare.
You remember carrying one of your nightstands. Even that was heavy, and you couldn’t keep it from continuously bumping into your shins as you walked from the back of the truck to your front door.
He left the window and stepped out onto his front porch.
“You know if you carry it more like this—,” Matt started.
You stopped in your tracks and interrupted him, loudly, “Did I ask for your opinion?”
“I’m just trying to help!” He yelled at you through the sound of rain falling.
“If you want to help, come out into the rain or shut your mouth, you asshole!” You snarl. You remember your cheeks burned afterward.
You didn’t mean to call him names or scream, it was just the nature of that day and all of the obstacles you faced. A part of you wanted to apologize, but you watched as he threw his hand up to dismiss you, went inside, and slammed the door.
—
PRESENT DAY
Matt and you had a mutual hatred.
You two had not got into an argument like that since the day you met, but he’s found many other ways to get under your skin since then.
He plays loud music in his backyard while he grills or gardens. His friends take up parking space in front of your house without him asking.
The way he talks makes you so angry. He can be cocky and arrogant.
He hates that your dogs bark at squirrels that run along the top of the fence in the mornings. He hates that you like to stay up late and watch movies, so he complains that your TV light comes into his bedroom through your windows. Ugh.
This is why you two will never get along amongst a long list of other examples.
His tour dates are times you constantly look forward to and you would not be surprised if he became a tour manager just to be in a different city than you.
Last night, there was a storm just like the one you moved in with. It was loud and your pups were anxious, but it passed and this morning you relaxed with them on the couch.
“What the fuck?” You hear a male voice groan from your backyard.
You hop up and quickly go to your back window.
Matt’s there with his head in his hands standing next to a section of your shared fencing lying flat on the grass.
You leave out the back door and meet him.
“Our fence is so fucked,” he kicks the wood and reels back, “Ah, shit!”
“Are you okay?” You ask, truthfully.
“Don’t act like you care,” he grunts.
“Fine, then kick it again. That will fix it,” you taunt.
“Whatever. Just, help me move it out of the way,” he requests under his breath.
You two begin to lift both sides of the section to lean it against the standing fence.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he groans.
“If you try to tell me what to do again, then you can do it yourself,” you spat.
Matt rolls his eyes. “Why do you have to be so annoying?”
“I’m annoying?” You reel. “Look in a mirror, Matt.”
You two manage to move the section safely. You begin to walk away from him to head inside.
“You’re always coming to my door to complain about shit,” he says from behind you.
“Don’t forget that you do, too,” you turn halfway to face him. “It makes me wonder if you just want an excuse to see my pretty face,” you raise your brows teasingly.
He looks at you in disgust. “Not in a million years would I think you’re pretty, Y/N,” he retorts.
“Mhm,” you hum before turning away to return to your couch.
—
The same day, it’s dinner time and Daisy and Coco need to use the restroom and take some time to play outside. You think that as long as you keep an eye on them, then they won’t go on to Matt’s side of the backyard.
Trusting them as they’re always well-behaved, you look away for five minutes to gather things from your pantry and refrigerator to begin preparing your meal.
You’re evening is so serene until you hear the voice of your neighbor, again.
“Y/N!” Matt angrily calls to you from your backyard.
Ugh. You toss everything in your hands onto the counter and rush outside.
“What?” You raise your voice before noticing him standing on his side of the fence, his fists holding your dogs’ collars. “Matt, what happened?”
“Your dogs got into my garden and ruined my plants! Why aren’t you watching them?”
“I was watching them, you dick.” You walk over to take your girls’ collars into your hands before ushering them back into your side of the yard. “I looked away for five minutes!”
“You’re not watching them well enough, then!” He argues.
With your hands on your hips, “How do you even know they ruined your garden, huh? Did you forget the storm that took down our fence?”
“I saw them—,” he starts.
“Yeah, yeah. If you’re going to be so anal about my dogs coming into your yard while our fence gets fixed, then I better not see your dogs in mine,” you begin to lead your dogs back into the house.
“Fine!” He yells behind you.
“Fine,” you say under your breath.
—
MATT’S POV
Boo and Zeus are in Y/N’s yard. Fuck.
The sun has fully set, maybe two hours after Y/N and I had our argument over her dogs finding their way into my backyard.
I was sneakily making my way off of my patio onto her side of the yard to go search for them while thinking about how I talked to her earlier this evening.
I didn’t actually see Daisy or Coco near my garden. I think I just wanted an excuse to be angry over it being destroyed by the storm. Her dogs can be loud, but those girls are precious and I admit that Y/N is a great dog parent.
Also, I think I just wanted to see Y/N’s face again. That pretty, fucking beautiful face. I have to admit to myself that I tease her and complain to her so that I can get her reaction. I hate that I love hearing her voice.
“Boo! Zeus, back in the house!” I whisper to them once I find them. I follow them back to my patio, let them inside, and close the door behind them.
From behind me, Y/N’s living room lamp light softly illuminates her yard. My feet take me back there, involuntarily.
Looking into her home, she walks through her kitchen and living room in her underwear and bralette, shamelessly.
God, she looked good. Also, I should not be doing this.
When I finally look up from boring my eyes into the curve of her ass, our eyes meet.
I’m fucked.
“Matt, what are you doing?” Her voice is muffled but she walks over to her patio door in strides. “Come inside, now.”
—
READER’S POV
Matt kicks off his shoes once he’s inside. You want everything to scream his head off for violating your privacy, but all you can do is glare at him in silence.
“What are you staring at?” He questions you.
“Excuse me? Matt. I’m not the one peeping through your window, while you try to have a relaxing night,” you jab.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get my dogs back into the house and then I saw you—,” he explains and trails off with his eyes glued to your chest.
“I knew you had a crush on me,” you tease.
“What?” He raises his voice. “No!”
“So, you wouldn’t like it if I kissed you right now?” You step forward into his space.
“Not at all,” he chokes out.
“Or, touched you here,” you reach under his shirt and your fingertips graze his lower stomach, just above his waistband.
Matt’s breath catches, “No, because—.”
“Because why?” You whisper against his cheek.
“I hate you,” he says assertively before crashing his lips into yours.
“Mmm,” you let out a surprised moan into his mouth.
Your hand finds its way to the back of Matt’s neck, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him in closer.
He responds with a hunger that surprises you both, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.
Matt’s tongue fights yours for dominance and his teeth nibble your lip every so often. You yelp when his hand slaps your ass with a stinging pain. “Take me to your bedroom,” he says gruffly when you finally break apart.
“Matt,” you whine his name as pain turns to lust. You grab his hand and lead him into your bedroom where he pushes you against the closed door once you’re inside.
His lips attach to your neck and he marks you with bites and sucks on your delicate skin. You moan into his ear as he brings his hands to fondle your chest. Matt pulls the front of your bralette down to expose them to the chilled air. His fingertips roll and tug at your nipples, leaving them sensitive to the touch. You gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your upper thigh.
“Get on your knees, Y/N,” he commands.
You follow his order and you drop to your knees on the plush carpet. Without hesitation, you tug his joggers down his thighs and he pulls his shirt off to expose his chest. His hat falls to the floor in the process and it’s the first time you see his full head of light brown tresses.
Matt strokes himself and you look up at him in awe. His brows are furrowed again and small moans escape his lips when his thumb passes over a sweet spot under his cockhead. Your favorite part; he’s big. You’re eager to test if you can wrap your fingers fully around him.
“Open,” he tells you. You replace his hand with yours and wrap it around his shaft. Quickly looking, your fingers are a centimeter away from your thumb. Fuck. Your mouth opens up happily; you languidly stroke him while giving teasing licks to his tip. “If you make me cum, then maybe I’ll consider liking you after tonight,” Matt taunts.
You roll your eyes. “Mhm,” you moan as you wrap your lips around his tip.
You take him into your mouth as much as you can and use your hand to stroke his base. You watch his eyes as you bob on dick; his lips are slightly open and let out soft whines when you run your tongue over the spot you noticed earlier.
“God, you look so much better with your lips around my cock,” he hisses.
“Hm?” You make eye contact with him and smirk.
“I didn’t say you were pretty,” he corrects you. His dominant hand makes its way to the back of your head. “Can I?”
You nod and let your hand fall to the back of his thigh to brace yourself. You couldn’t deny an angry, sexy man from fucking your throat.
You groan on his cock once he begins thrusting his hips. Both of his large hands grasp the back of your head and he smiles down at the tears forming in your eyes.
“Never would I think your hard ass would let me make you drool like this,” he grunts with each thrust.
You clench your thighs hard at his words trying to feel some sense of relief. You envied any other woman that got to hear him talk to them like this. If your panties were off, then you wouldn’t be surprised if your juices dripped onto your carpet.
Matt slows when he feels your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh, “Get on the bed, on your back.”
You stand, take a deep breath, and wipe your mouth as you enter your bed. “What? You’re not going to fuck me from behind? I thought you didn’t like looking at my face,” you taunt him while lying on your back.
Matt shucks his joggers off his feet and crawls to you on all fours until his face is above yours. His right hand comes to grip your chin, “I want to see what it looks like when a girl like you cums so many times she can’t run her mouth anymore.”
Oh.
He kisses your forehead quickly before he pulls your panties down your legs. You sit up a bit for him to tug your bralette off.
Matt raises your legs until they’re spread and fully expose your wet cunt. He nestles between his hips between yours and pushes the length of his cock through the slit of your lips. His cockhead grazes over your clit and you whine.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he groans. “You like to be degraded, huh? Who knew I’ve been turning you on these past two years by being an asshole?”
“I’ve touched myself to the thought of you,” you admit, reaching down to rub over your clit with your fingertips.
His hands squeeze your ankles. “I don’t believe you.”
“You can admit that you have, too,” you moan as he watches you circle your clit. “I’ve seen the tent I make in your pants when I groan your name, or call you a dick.”
“I hate you so fucking much,” he presses himself to the hilt into your pussy with one thrust.
“Ah, Matt, fuck you— you’re so big,” you gasp and furrow your brow.
He smirks and you know his ego has been stroked. Matt’s hands maintain the grip on your ankles to spread you open to use you. He begins to thrust into you at a quick pace and murmurs ‘I hate you’ when his tip taps the back of your cunt.
Tears form in the corners of your eyes from how full you feel. You've never been with a man that has made you feel like this before. You do your best to do anything to show him how good you feel, but at some point, you have no choice but to look up at him with an “o” on your lips and your eyes glossed over.
“Ok, now I’ll admit it,” he slows his thrusts for a second so you can hear him without the sound of your pussy squelching ruining his compliment. “You’re cute. Pretty, even.”
Your eyes roll back at his words and you moan even though your mouth is dry.
“What? Can’t talk back? I’ve always wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak,” he teases. In retaliation, you bring your hand to the back of his head, gather his hair, and pull it. “Shit,” he moans.
Matt reaches to place his hand on your chest above your breasts. You smile up at him with a glint in your eye hoping he wants to do what you think he does. You let go of his hair which captures his attention and you nod enthusiastically before looking at his hand.
With your luck, he understands and pushes his hand into the base of your neck and grips the sides. “What a good girl you are letting me choke you out,” Matt grunts.
His weight presses you into the mattress as he fucks your cunt mercilessly. His words and the feeling of the ridge under his tip caressing your sweet spot make your head feel light. You grasp Matt’s fingers around your neck to let him know to ease off.
He lets go and returns both his hands to your ankles, pushing your thighs further into your chest. It’s the first time you can see downwards; you watch the full length of his messy cock enter and exit you with the slapping sound of his hips on your ass. This just about tips you over the edge.
“Matt, make me cum, please,” you whine and look up to match his gaze.
He bites his lip and nods. “Touch yourself,” he demands breathlessly.
Your fingers return to your clit and you pass over it at a quick pace, eager to give him your first orgasm. You gasp as you feel your insides become more wet, like a pipe bursting.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan and shut your eyes.
All he says is “Eyes.” and you shoot them open to maintain his eye contact. Matt furrows his eyebrows in concentration as he brings you to completion. The rush flows over your body and causes you to shake. All you can do is whine his name. It was more intense than any of the times you masturbated to the sound of his voice in your head.
You relax your head on the mattress and attempt to bring your heart rate down. “Thank you, Matt,” you breathe out. “I never thought I would say that to you.”
Matt strokes his still-hard dick while watching the quick rise and fall of your chest. “Y/N, we’re not done,” he reminds you. “You’re going to cum as many times as you can on my cock, my fingers, my tongue… until you can’t take it anymore.”
