Summary: You meet the band by chance after a show and really hit it off with Matty.
Author’s Note: FIRST FIC, FAM!!! I hope you all like! This fic is literally the reason I’m starting this whole project ‘cause it’s been in my head for weeks and it was getting…distracting, to say the least. Enjoy! Send me requests here if you like!
The show was amazing. But, of course it was. And Matty had looked so good, but again, of course he did. You walk around to the back of the venue to try to meet the boys and there’s the usual mass of girls. You stand and wait for a moment before the security guard waves you all away. Kind of over people for the night, you give up and decide to rejoin your friends to grab something to eat before heading back to your apartment. Following your friend, you turn into a particularly crowded bar. You guys grab your seats and start to think about ordering, but just as you’re deciding what would go best with your post show high, you hear a familiar laugh from the four men sitting in the corner, There is no way we ended up at the same bar as the band, you think to yourself. Matty, instantly recognizable by his curly hair and lanky frame, pulls his hood over his head and stands up to go for a smoke.
“Just a moment guys, I’ll be right back,” you say. Your friends all look confused, but you don’t care, “I’ll explain later,” you quickly stand up to leave, sneaking out to the street to join the small crowd of smokers.
You keep your distance at first, trying not to be creepy, casually pulling a cigarette out of your purse and taking a moment to compose yourself. You glace over at him a couple of times, trying to think of what to say when you hear,
“Hey, you were at the show tonight, right, love?” You turn to your left to see Matty has come over next to you. Your heartbeat quickens, but you try to keep your cool.
“Yeah, I was. You guys were great.”
“Thanks, this your first time seeing us?”
“No, I saw you last month too.”
“Cool,” he pauses for a moment, “Sorry, could I grab a light, mine’s being a piece of shit.”
“Yah no problem,” you flick your lighter and put it to his cigarette. You can feel his breath on your hand.
“Hope you don’t mind me coming over and bothering you, you looked familiar.”
“No problem, my friends and I were just having a post-show drink.”
“Aw shame, me and the guys weren’t really feelin’ this place. We were about to go back to have a few drinks and a proper smoke in the bus. D’you wanna come with?”
“Uh,” you glace over to your friends, “Yeah, I do. Let me just let my friends know I’m leaving real quick.” you bounce over to your friends and say a quick good-bye, ensuring them you’ll make it home safe on your own, then rejoin Matty. The rest of the band meets you outside the bar as a black SUV pulls up. You pile in, the boys all still slightly tipsy from the show.
“Matty, you never introduced us to your friend,” George quips.
“Oh, I actually don’t think I caught your name, love. How rude of me.”
“I’m Y/N,” you say with a smile.
“Well it is very nice to meet you, Y/N.” George says back.
…
The space on the bus is cramped, but not uncomfortable. Matty sits on one end of the tiny sofa and beckons for you to sit on the other. He rolls a joint while Adam and George grab an assortment of alcohol and then sprawls out, legs across your lap. He lights the joint and takes a long drag, passing it to you next. It’s been a while since you last smoked pot, so you take a small puff and pass it to Ross.
“Drink, love?” Matty asks, pouring himself a glass of wine.
“I’ll have the same,” you say, gesturing to the bottle in his hand.
“You have good taste,” he says with a smirk.
“Yeah, apparently we have the same taste in alcohol. Red wine and tequila, right?” You say flirtatiously, starting to feel slightly more comfortable. He laughs and say,
“Yeah right! Ah! You like tequila! I love a girl who likes tequila! We should do shots! You down?”
“Yeah I’m down.” you say. Matty pours shots for everyone.
Before too long, everyone is very drunk and very stoned. The full ‘get to know you’ game has been played and you’ve chatted into the wee hours of the night.
The chatter begins to die down as you all wear out. Ross makes a comment about the show tomorrow and mutters something about heading off to bed, Adam quickly follows suit.
You have, by this time, slowly slinked down, resting more on top of Matty than next to him. He gently pets your hair and you feel the gentle rise and fall of his stomach. It’s very late, but you’re not tired at all, you don’t think you could fall asleep if you tried, you’re still so wired. Matty seems to be in the same mood.
“Yeah alright then,” Matty mutters and then asks, “You want to keep the party going?”
“Yeah why not?” With a smile he takes your hand and leads you to the separate section at the back of the bus. George stays behind, still smoking, he pulls out his laptop to work on something before giving Matty a quick, knowing nod. You are really feeling this night, but you try to not get ahead of yourself.
You make yourself comfortable on the bed in the back as Matty closes the doors behind you.
“D’you mind if I put on some music?” he asks. You shake your head and he puts on some song you’ve never heard before, it’s good though. He casually pulls his shirt off over his head and relaxes next to you. You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before chuckling.
“What?”
“It’s nothing,” you laugh, pretty tipsy, “you have a nice face.” He laughs softly,
“Thanks, I like yours as well.”
He looks into your eyes, then at your lips, slowly licking his own before returning his eyes to yours. The distance between the two of you decreasing every second until suddenly his lips are on yours, softly at first, tentative almost, gradually increasing in intensity with every breath. You both take a minute and smile at each other, knowing that that was one of the most enticing kisses either one of you had ever had. He cups your face and pulls you in again, no hesitation this time. As you kiss your legs entwine. You run your hands all over his torso, feeling his skin against yours, he gently rolls you under him and begins to grind his hips against yours. Matty peppers your neck with kisses as he reaches down to unbutton your jeans and you trace your fingers gently along his shoulders as he removes them.
“Let me know at any time if you want to stop,” he says softly. You exhale deeply as he runs his hands over your thighs, gently kissing your hips. You are certain that you will never want him to stop. His hips return to yours and as he kisses your neck, you let out a soft moan. He pauses and smirks, sliding his hands under your tee shirt before swiftly removing it. You rub his bulge through his jeans before sliding them off. You are so glad you chose to wear cute underwear tonight: black, lacy everything. He looks you over, hunger in his eyes and his lips are back on yours, his hands gently explore your body, sliding tenderly over every part of you. His hand slips inside your panties, fingers softly teasing your clit before slipping them inside you. He teases you for a moment, leaving you wanting so much more, and then removes his fingers, moving them to your mouth for you to taste yourself. You suck his fingers gently, a promise of what’s to come. Clearly enticed, he reaches to undo your bra, discarding it carelessly on the floor. His skin on yours, he works his lips down your body, kissing your neck, each breast, your stomach, your hips, pleasure rushing over you as your breathing deepens in anticipation. He pauses just when you were hoping most for him not to. He peers up at you with his big brown eyes. You know what he wants and a soft,
“Please” gently escapes your lips. He smirks, continuing, he removes your panties, gently kissing your clit before playing with it with his tongue. This boy knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself, back arching.
“Don’t cum yet.”
You let out a moan, you’re so close already. He senses it, and stops just before you can hit your climax.
“You like that, huh?” Words escape you, all you can do is whimper softly. Unceremoniously removing his boxer briefs, he lays down next to you, kissing you deeply, his hand holding your jaw he pulls you down, you know what he wants.
You go down on him, his cock the perfect size to choke you ever slightly but still fit comfortably in your mouth. You give it everything you’ve got, spit getting his dick so slippery wet. He moans deeply and grabs the bed sheets, moaning and muttering
“Fuck, fuck,” over and over again, eyes closed tightly. He laughs slightly, “Aw fuck you’re good at that.” You flick your tongue over the base of his tip and he tenses again in pleasure. Matty reaches down to grab you by the back of your head and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply.
You’re on top of him now, in full control. You sit up and scoot back, he lifts his head slightly to see what you will do. Slowly you lower yourself onto him and his head rolls back again. You ride him. Grinding slowly at first, then picking up pace, feeling him inside you, hitting everything right. His cock feels so good inside you. Loudly you both moan,
“Shhh, we have to be quiet” you say, remembering that his band mates are just outside the door, but it turns you on even more to know that the others can hear you. You return to riding him, hips grinding even harder down on his. He reaches up and starts to rub your clit while you ride him, and suddenly you are not in control anymore, your head tilts back with pleasure. He flips you onto the bed, his hand firmly on your throat and thrusts into you hard and fast, unrelenting in his pace. Letting go of your neck, he grabs your hands, pinning them above your head, never slowing. You can’t help but moan, louder and louder,
“Oh! Matty,” his name gently escapes your lips but your moans are soon silenced by his lips on yours. He wraps his arms around your back, nails dragging across your skin. He hits places inside you that you never knew existed, bringing you closer and closer to cumming. Through the kisses you manage to get out a breathy,
“Babe, oh, I’m so close.” He says nothing, only thrusting harder and pulling back slightly to place his hand over your mouth. You tense, your back arches, your shouts muffled by his hand you come undone. Your body tingles electrically. At the same time, he closes his eyes and his head tilts back as he cums inside you, softly whimpering. He collapses next to you, both panting.
“Holy shit,” you whisper.
“You’re fucking telling me. That was the closest to divinity I’ve ever gotten.”
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