Don't call it a fight when you know it's a war III
I recomend listen to "Piggy" and "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails while reading this <3
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Meeting with his dark, assertive glare confirmed that you had no choice but to do what he said.
You felt his nose lightly brush against yours as he looked down. The contact made your stomach flutter, and for fraction of a second his face looked soft, calm, forgiving. But then his head snapped back up, and the aggression was back. "I want you to walk into my apartment." He gritted his teeth. "Now." You struggled to break eye contact with him. "I can’t walk."
You whimpered involuntarily as his grip on your arm tightened, practically feeling the bruises forming. He didn’t respond verbally, his only answer being a rough shove into the wall before he let go of you. He stepped back, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you. "Walk." He demanded, taking another drag of his cigarette.
Slowly, you pressed your foot down, increasingly adding pressure and feeling your eyes water as the pain intensified.
A hot, sharp pain shot through your leg, causing you to cry out in agony as you fell forward. The fall onto the carpeted hallway floor was softer than your fall onto the gravel, but the pain in your ankle worsened and you remained lying in the position you’d fell for several seconds. "Get up." You didn’t move, didn’t speak. You didn’t want any part in his sadistic fantasy, all you wanted was to get home.
You tried to get up again, but Matthew was tired of wait. So he carried you to the living room. You thought that maybe the sadist Matty was gone, and he was being gentle again, but no. He threw you roughly to the couch.
You couldn't see him, the lighting was dim, and the only sound came from the Nine Inch Nails vinyl spinning on the record player, Piggy escaping the speakers and trapping you into the hazy atmosphere. The smell of smoke worsened your nausea.
A hand grabbed your hair suddenly. You bit your lip to stop yourself from yelping, feeling Matty’s hands knotting into your hair and pulling your head up to look at him. He knelt down to get closer to you. His eyes glinted with a malice that you just didn’t recognise.
He leant over you, pushing you back down into a lying position again by your hair, lowering his own body so his face was just inches from yours, now lying over you. You couldn’t help the next words from escaping your lips. "Matty, you’re scaring me."
You couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable your voice sounded. Another smirk danced around his lips, and when he spoke his voice was gruff and dark. "Fear is good"
You felt his hand run down your stomach lightly through your dress, cigarette still in hand. Your stomach flipped madly.
Suddenly, Matt brought the cigarette to your mouth. You jerked, but remembered his grip on your hair just in time to anticipate him pulling you back to the floor. You’d never smoked before and had never wished to. He knew that.
The harsh smoke filled your throat, making you choke. Matty removed the cigarette from your lips, seemingly satisfied.
You took deep breaths of air to make up for the abuse you’d just put your lungs through, but a gasp escaped your mouth as you felt his lips slowly press against your jawline. He started by placing light kisses, which soon turned into little nips at your skin. "You," he whispered between the nibbles, "are" another nip, "mine."
You moaned again, finally starting to forget about the pain in your ankle. You felt your underwear dampen. He stopped suddenly, stubbing what was left of his cigarette out on the floor carelessly before moving his face just above yours, eyes locking. "I don’t want to see you touch another bloke." He growled, warm hands sliding onto your thigh under your dress, "talk to another bloke," he have your thigh a firm squeeze, causing your eyes to water, "in fact, don’t even fucking look at one."
You nodded, the darkness in his eyes scaring you beyond belief. His hand began to loosen on your thigh. He began to run the calloused tips of his fingers up and down between your hipbones and thigh, and you could practically feel yourself dripping already. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted him so badly even after how he’d acted. He began entwining his fingers with the lace of your underwear, leaning forward for what you guessed would be a kiss, but what turned out to be a bite to your lips. You let out an involuntary moan as his skilled fingers ran between your legs, stroking the soaked material of your panties. "Is that for me," he asked, "or him?" He practically growled his reference to the blonde. His grip on your hair tightened suddenly, and you realised that you didn’t even have a choice in your answer. "You." He scoffed dryly, eyes examining your face. You felt exposed. "You’re not allowed to get wet for any other man."
An abrupt scream rang through the apartment as Matty pushed a finger into you suddenly. Your stomach tightened as he began to slowly move in and out, knowing exactly how to hit your g-spot with every stroke. "Ahh-Ma-Ma-tty." You whimpered. "You’re so tight." He whispered against your lips, "I remember when you were a little virgin, when you weren’t a whore." A sharper moan escaped your throat as he added another finger. You could feel the orgasm building inside you. "Do you remember too?" He questioned in a falsely calm voice, his tones of aggression subtly hidden. He added speed, and you parted your legs subconsciously. "Mmmf." Your words came out as an incomprehensible mess. "We weren’t even dating when you let me take your innocence. Shows how much you valued it." He scoffed, knowing how close you were to snapping, "And you cried when I fucked you, didn’t you? Because it hurt that much."
His breath tickled your ears, but all you could concentrate on was that feeling of his fingers deep inside your pussy and the sound of his words. His thumb rubbed your clit in circular motions, sending you closer to the edge. "I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll cry like you did that night." You felt on edge, insides tensing and feeling just seconds from release when he stopped, withdrawing his fingers so quickly that you were left confused for a moment. Annoyance flushed over you, intensifying when you saw the clear pleasure in his eyes that he’d achieved over not allowing you release. ‘Matty?" You managed to spit out, still breathing heavily.
He sat up suddenly, pulling you with him by the hair. Pain shot up your leg once again, causing you to groan. "You don’t deserve to cum," he stated, standing up and letting go of your hair once you were on your knees. You saw where this was going. Eye-level with his crotch, you were hardly surprised when he began to unzip his dark jeans. When his dark boxers came into view, the large bulge made it apparent that he was incredibly turned on by the nights events. The second he pulled down his underwear his length sprung out, managing to intimidate you in every way. It was huge, and you’d never been able to fit it all in your mouth. "Suck it or I’ll choke you with it." He threatened. You looked up at him once more before palming his cock, starting to slowly rub as you began running your tongue from the base of his huge dick to the tip. You twirled your tongue around the head a couple of times, his groans blending into the music that was playing. You felt his hand grab at your hair once again. "Look at me, baby."
You looked up, mouth wrapping around his shaft and beginning to move up and down, hand still stroking against it. He glanced down at you before throwing his head back, a low cry escaping his perfect lips. You felt his hand beginning to force your head further down, gags escaping your throat as you tried to take his whole length. ‘Matt’ you gurgled between strokes, his hips now thrusting forward to get deeper into your mouth. Your words came out muffled and you knew he couldn’t understand you. ‘You’re hurting me.’ He thrusted deeper, holding for a second and sending your brain into panic mode with the thought that you could actually choke.
He pulled out suddenly, hand still pulling at your hair. The taste of pre-cum lingered in your mouth. He kicked off his jeans and boxers completely, leaning down to your level again. He grabbed your jaw, forcing his lips against yours roughly. His tongue danced with yours, the taste of bourbon in his mouth turning you on further. You were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice his hands on you until he jerked back up, slinging you over his shoulder in the roughest way he could. He began carrying you to his bedroom, hands resting on your thighs. You stared down at his perfectly toned bare arse, feeling a sudden urge to just reach forwards and touch it. With a rough shove, you were dropped onto the bed. You groaned as your ankle contracted again, throwing your head back into the white sheets in pain. When you looked towards Matty he was tugging off his leather jacket, slinging it across the room as carelessly as he had slung you onto the bed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, arm muscles flexing and sending your heart flipping fast.
Grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge of the mattress, you couldn’t help but admire his naked body, cheeks flushing pink with the thought of what he was going to do to you. He leant forward, placing his face right infront of yours again. His hand gently caressed your cheek and he pulled you up so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. Maybe he was finally being gentle with you? "Matt" you were cut off as his hand withdrew from your face to strike out against it, his hard slap making you gasp in surprise. Maybe not.
Your skin tingled where his hand had hit you, and you guessed it would probably leave a mark. He’d never hit you before, and the shock of what he’d just done made you blink a few times, gazing up at him and trying to figure out what the hell was going on in his head. ‘You got off lighter than your little boyfriend did, so I wouldn’t fuckin’ complain.’ He snarled, hand rubbing over the slap-mark before moving down to your jaw. He forced your head up at him. ‘He’s not my boyfr-’ Another hard slap cut you off, pushing your head to the side. You didn’t speak. You felt like a ragdoll, made only to replenish his dirty desires. The idea only made you feel even more turned on, and you almost hated yourself for it. His thumb tilted your chin up to look at him, leaning in so his face was once again close to yours. He nibbled at your bottom lip. ‘You’re practically dripping, I can smell it.’ His words caused your cheeks to redden, and you closed your eyes for a second as he placed soft kisses on your lips. You felt unstable, his bipolar moodswings sending you into a state of unease. His hands moved under the material of your dress, and within a few seconds you were forced to break away as he pulled it over your head. When you leant in for another kiss he didn’t meet your lips, instead moving his lips along your jawline until he reached your ear. ‘On all fours.’
You followed his command nervously, feeling his eyes on you as you moved into the demeaning position. He grabbed your sore ankle again, and you let out a high scream, throwing your head back. You buckled slightly in agony, gasping heavily as more bolts of pain shot through your leg even after he’d let go. ‘Does that hurt, baby?’ You could picture his grin in your head, knowing the exact same grin would be on his face as he stood behind you, tormenting you. You felt something hard press towards your arse, and you barely had time to comprehend anything else before he spoke. ‘What about this?’
Another scream ran through the air as he suddenly thrusted deep inside your arse. You grabbed fistfuls of his bed sheets and screamed, the pain outdoing anything else you’d ever experienced in your life. He grabbed you by the waist, pushing his length deep into you and remaining there for several seconds before pulling back excruciatingly slow. Your face scrunched up in agony, only thing managing to come out of your mouth being groans of torment. "Matty, no!" You screamed, the sensation being too painful for you to tolerate. You squirmed in a vain attempt to get away from him, but his strong arms kept you in place.
"I told you I’d make you cry." He taunted. His length pressed into you again, and you panted, "you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week, baby, never mind flirt with other men." Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of you, making sure the whole of his length was inside you as deep as possible. You screamed in protest, even trying to plea with him to stop, but to no avail. Hot tears ran down your face. The pain slowly began to subside, but didn’t completely disappear, before he pulled out. Annoyance ran though you, at him for pulling out just when you were starting to adjust and at yourself for starting to enjoy being abused.
You felt the tip of Matty’s dick rub around your pussy, praying to whatever deity was up there that he didn’t carry on his evil game of not allowing you any release. He pushed deep inside you with one stroke. You bit your lip to avoid moaning in any way, wanting him to see that he’d gone way too far tonight and that you weren’t an object for him to satisfy himself with as he pleased. However, he managed to hit your g-spot with every stroke, and as his pace increased, so did the intensity of your moans. "Fu-" He stuttered, "you’re so tight."
You barely caught his words as your orgasm built again, your walls tightening further around him. You didn’t want him to know that he was giving you immense levels of pleasure at the minute, but you seemed to lose control of your own mouth and words. "Ma-atty" you moaned, "harder." His hands moved up your body, reaching your chest before he suddenly yanked your upper body against his, still pounding deep inside you. You felt his hands wrap around your front, holding you against him as his lips pressed to your shoulder. "Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked, one hand moving further up your body and wrapping around your small neck. You gulped, heart beating at a million miles an hour. He tensed his hand on your neck slightly, fucking you so hard that you grabbed onto his arms and dug your nails in deep. His uneven breathing run down your neck, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the moans you both emitted now cancelling the music out completely.
"Cum for me, baby. Show me what I do to you." His demand seemed to release you, and you felt yourself tense, finally cuming. You moaned louder than you had that night, throwing your head back into him and pressing your fingers deep into his arm muscles. He let out a loud moan, teeth grazing on your shoulder, and you felt his hot cum explode inside you. He thrusted a couple more times, the two of you caught into your state of euphoria, your own utopian bubble. Your senses slowly began to return. You became aware of a throbbing in your arse, pins and needles in your sore ankle, and Matty’s arms pressing your body into his. The smell of sweat and sex filled his apartment, and the music seemed to have finished.
It was quiet, but not quite silent. The only sound was the panting coming from both of you. His arms loosened around you, and you dropped onto the bed, exhausted in every way possible. Tonight had been an emotional roller coaster for you, and all you felt like doing was curling up and sleeping forever. You didn’t know what to think about Matty He’d never treated you the way he had tonight, and knowing that he was capable of acting like that scared you. He hadn’t cared that you’d been in pain. Hell, he’d liked it. You felt weight fall into the mattress next to you. A blanket was pulled over your body, familiar warm arms pulling you into them and embracing you. You didn’t reject or accept the embrace, remaining still. ‘Baby?’ His voice cut through the quiet, and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. Upon realising that you weren’t going to reply to him, he spoke again. "I’m sorry."
You turned your body towards him, head spinning in an emotional whirlwind. His hair was messy, like before, but his face was soft. His eyes were wide and apologetic, guilt-filled and even, to an extent, scared. ‘I don’t know what-’ he trailed off, ‘I just-I don’t know-when I saw you with that man-’ he paused, eyes breaking contact with yours, ‘-I got so angry.’ You scoffed, ‘a little bit.’ ‘I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart.’ His hand began to rub under you eyes, and you could see he was examining your face. You knew your makeup would be a mess with all the crying you’d done tonight. ‘You hate me now.’ He hoarsely murmured. He pulled his arm back, about to climb out of bed before you grabbed his arm and gestured for him to stay. You lay in silence for a few seconds. ‘You hurt me.’ You whispered. But you still scooted over to him. Relief flushed over his face at your gesture, and he pulled you into his arms and against his body. His soft lips pressed against yours, giving you sweetly short kisses, the type you loved.
‘Not just physically.’ You added. His hand rubbed your back encouragingly. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ You hesitated for a few seconds before deciding that, in the emotional wreckage state you were currently in, you couldn’t be bothered being polite and beating around the bush with your worries. ‘You were off with me when we went out.’ You looked down, ‘in the club. Before we’d even reached the club. You were angry.’ He sighed. ‘You don’t understand.’ ‘Understand what?’ Another bolt of pain up your ankle, another groan. However, this time he rubbed your back harder and placed a comforting kiss on your lips. ‘If that’s still bad in the morning I’m taking you to a hospital-’ You cut him off. ‘Don’t change the subject. Why were you angry? What did I do?’ You paused before adding a last question that had been circulating your mind for the last few hours, ‘are you cheating on me?’ His eyes widened, a look of complete surprise taking over his face. ‘What?’ ‘You were texting someone and you didn’t want me to see what you were saying-‘ ‘-baby, that doesn’t mean I’m cheating-‘
‘-well what else am I supposed to think?’ You exclaimed. He avoided your gaze, seeming to hesitate on something before sighing. ‘Fine.’ He began. ‘I was texting Kathryn.’ It felt like someone had taken the bed you lay on, and you were falling. Your heart skipped a beat. So he was cheating. You didn’t know what to say, what to think, and so you jerked up. You felt his hand grab your arm and pull you back down, despite you fighting against it. ‘Let go of me,’ your voice cracked. He pinned both of your arms against the mattress in a desperate attempt to stop you from leaving. ‘Let me explain,’ he pleaded, ‘it’s not how it sounds.’ Your backside ached and your ankle twanged, but all you could think about was the thought of him and that darned beautiful brunette friend of his. Who isn’t just a friend. "Kathryn knows the owners of a really classy restaurant local. It’s really hard to get a reservation on a Friday night, especially so close to Christmas, but-’ he stopped for a brief moment to catch his breath, ‘-she managed to get me a reservation for tonight. I was going to take you out. When the band told me they organized this party, I had to cancel. I told Kathryn, I felt gutted."
You stopped struggling so much. You could read him so well, and you couldn’t see any of his signs that he could be lying. However, the little green monster continued to lurk in your conscience. He carried on, still holding you down. ‘I was angry too. Not at anyone, really. I was just angry at my own fuckin’ luck. And then I got a text from Kat saying that she talked to her friend and they could move the reservation to tomorrow night, and I was so relived.’ That explained the smirk. ‘Why did you hide your phone?’ You questioned, a cynical tone to your voice.
He ignored your question, carrying on. ‘I could see that I’d upset you, and you walked off. I watched you for a while, I thought you were going to the bar to cool off, or to Katie and the others.’ He paused, ‘and then you went outside.’ His eyes darkened again. ‘So I waited a few seconds. I thought that maybe you felt faint and needed some fresh air. I waited a few minutes, and then I started to worry, so I started looking for you. It didn’t take me too long to find you, only around the corner from the club, slumped up against some smug little bastard who looked like he was the cat who’d got the fuckin’ cream.’ He stared into space, ‘it made me so angry.’ His eyes flicked back to you, ‘you know the rest.’
You remained silent for a few moments, taking in his story and deciding that it made a fair bit of sense. It felt like the pieces of tonight were finally coming together, that you were just starting to understand. ‘We always go out.’ You shook your head, ‘why would tonight have been so special?’ He gulped, looking down for a second before looking up and staring you straight in the eyes. ‘I wanted to ask you-if you’d, erm, marry me?’ His words hit you like a ton of bricks, sending your heart into cardiac arrest. Your stomach dropped and you froze. ‘Sweetheart?’ He shyly ran his fingers between yours, locking them together, ‘you don’t have to say yes, not after tonight, I wouldn’t expect you to want to spend the rest of your life with-‘ ‘-Yes.’ Your reply was short, the only thing you could manage to conjure up in your state of shock. ‘Yes.’ You repeated, a large grin spreading across your face. Matty leant forward, pressing his lips against yours. The kisses were soft, carefree. You could feel him smiling into your lips. ‘I love you, angel,’ he whispered into your lips. "I love you too, Matty"