An encounter
⚠️18+ ONLY. EXPLICIT CONTENT
TW: Smut, breeding-talk, unprotected-sex, praise-kink, degradation, possessiveness, rough-sex, overstimulation, marking, biting, creampie, dirty-talk, bathroom-sex, dark-romance.
Pairing: Matty Healy x Fem!Reader
Genre: Dark Romance, Smut, Erotic, Pub/Bathroom Alternate Universe (AU).
Summary: A crowded underground pub, a flickering fluorescent light, and a complete loss of control. When Matty corners you in the suffocating heat of a gritty bathroom stall, all patience is abandoned. A raw, intense, and deeply possessive encounter where whispers turn into commands and boundaries completely blur.
The buzz of the fluorescent light overhead was the only thing competing with the distorted bass thumping through the brick walls. The underground pub’s bathroom smelled of stale beer, damp air, and Matty’s expensive cologne—a mix that, at this point in the night, was completely intoxicating.
The moment the door slammed shut behind you, Matty didn't waste time looking for the broken latch; he simply jammed the sole of his boot against the wood, using his own weight to seal the entrance. His eyes were dark, blown out with adrenaline, his hair a wild, chaotic mess.
There were no words. He cornered you against the cold porcelain sink, trapping you between his body and the metal rim. When his hands—large, veiny, and still a bit unsteady—slid straight up to your neck to force you to look at him, you knew whatever patience he had left had been completely abandoned back at the bar. His mouth crashed onto yours with an almost violent urgency, tasting like whiskey and the cigarette smoke from five minutes ago. His fingers tangled into your hair, tugging just enough to pull your head back and deepen a kiss that was purely possessive. You could feel the suffocating heat of his chest rising and falling hard against yours, promising that neither of you was walking out of that bathroom unscathed.
The kiss broke with a sharp, ragged gasp as his hands slid down from your neck to your hips with a force that knocked the breath right out of you. Matty hooked his arms under your thighs and, with one brutal tug, hoisted you clean off the floor, slamming your back against the bathroom wall. A muffled gasp left your throat from the shock, but he didn't give you a second to process it; he immediately stepped closer, burying himself between your open legs and pressing the hard, heavy ridge of his erection straight against your center, using his own body weight to pin you to the wall.
The contrast between the freezing wall against your back and the scorching heat of his body made you shiver. Matty dropped his head, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, his breathing heavy and erratic while his hands gripped the backs of your thighs, squeezing the flesh roughly. Without wasting a single second, he slid his hand up under your skirt, bunching the fabric up around your waist in one rough movement. His other hand hooked into the waistband of your panties, ripping them down and out of the way with a sharp, impatient tug.
The sudden rush of cold bathroom air hit your bare skin, but the chill vanished instantly against his heat. Your cunt was already soaking, visibly throbbing with need, and your clit was completely swollen, slick and aching for him.
"Fuck... you’re so fucking ready for me right now," he muttered against your skin, his voice low, thick with alcohol and absolute possessiveness. "Look at me. I told you to look at me."
You obeyed, meeting his dark, blown-out eyes beneath the flickering light. Matty let out a faint, wicked smirk—dangerous and completely self-assured as he watched you tremble under his touch.
"You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do, do you understand me?" he commanded, his fingers digging deeper into your thighs as he deliberately rolled his hips against yours, forcing a ragged sigh from your lips. "You don't make a single sound that isn't my name, and you’re going to let me completely ruin you in this fucking bathroom. Wrap your legs around my waist. Now."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him tight against you, while your arms locked around his neck to keep from falling. Matty let out a low growl of pure satisfaction as he felt you mold yourself to him.
"Fuck, you’re soaking..." he gasped against your ear, brushing his lips against your earlobe while his long, possessive fingers started moving inside you without an ounce of gentleness. "That’s my girl. I knew you’d get this fucking slutty for me the second I touched you."
You threw your head back, letting out a moan that bounced off the walls, but Matty bit down along your jawline, his other hand gripping your hip to stall your movement.
"What did I tell you about making noises?" he whispered, his voice broken and commanding, letting out a rough groan of his own as he pushed a third finger inside, stretching you. "I told you I only want to hear my name. Tell me who’s touching you. Say it."
"Matty..." you begged, digging your nails into his shoulders from the sheer intensity of it.
"Good girl. You’re going to be so fucking marked by me you won't be able to think about anyone else," he growled, urgently unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his hard length right against your wetness. "Now you’re going to open up wide for me and take all of it. Don't move, I've got you."
Matty shifted his weight, holding you up with just one arm locked tight under your thighs, while his other hand guided his erection right against your entrance. He was so fucking huge, throbbing and radiating a heat that made you gasp before he even started to push. Before pushing inside, he deliberately rubbed the thick, blunt head of his penis up and down against your swollen clit. He smeared his own warm pre-cum all over you, using it as a slick lubricant, dragging it through your wetness until you were begging, crying out from the torturous friction right before he finally buried himself inside.
"Stay still..." he growled close to your ear, his voice completely broken as he pushed forward.
He buried himself inside you in one fluid, deep thrust, stretching you to your limit. You let out a muffled scream against his shoulder as you felt his length filling you completely, burning you up inside with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. Matty froze for a second, cursing under his breath while his muscles tensed up as he felt how tight you were holding him.
Almost immediately, he started to move. The pace was wild, hard, and relentless, slamming his hips against yours over and over, making the sound of your bodies impacting echo through the stall. To keep you from escaping the intensity, Matty dug his teeth hard into the curve of your neck, biting your sensitive skin just as he let out an excited, low, primitive groan right against your ear.
His long, slender fingers dug bruisingly deep into the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pulling you even closer against him, his grip so fierce it was bound to leave dark marks on your skin by tomorrow. He anchored you under his weight, completely obsessed with the way your bodies crashed together.
"Fuck, you're so tight... you're going to make me come right here if you keep squeezing me like this," he groaned, sinking his teeth a little deeper, tasting you, while his thrusts became faster, deeper, and completely out of control, taking over your breath and your body entirely.
"You feel that?" he panted, his voice ragged and uneven, each word punctuated by the brutal snap of his hips. "That's me ruining you. That's me claiming every fucking inch of you in this shitty bathroom like I own it."
He didn't slow down. If anything, he got rougher—more feral—chasing the high only your body could give him right now. His forehead pressed against yours as sweat dripped from his curls onto your cheeks.
"Say my name again," he demanded between gritted teeth, eyes wild with lust and something dangerously close to obsession. "Louder this time."
You didn't wait for him to ask twice. You locked your arms tighter around his neck and cried out his name right against his ear, repeating it like a plea while his pace became completely feral. Matty let out a choked curse and, without slowing down his brutal pace, slid his free hand down between your thighs. His long fingers, hot and slick with your own wetness, found your clit. He started rubbing you with fast, rhythmic, desperate movements, syncing every stroke of his fingers with the hard, deep thrusts of his hips inside you.
The double stimulation was too much. You felt the tension building heavy in your stomach like a wave about to break, forcing you to arch your back against the wall.
"Come on, baby. Let go for me," Matty begged between feverish kisses, his voice cracking with the effort of holding back his own release.
His fingers worked you ruthlessly now—no teasing left in him, just pure urgency to feel you shatter around him. The wet sounds of your bodies colliding mixed with the loud thump of bass from outside and your ragged breathing filled the tiny bathroom.
"That's it... fucking come for me..." he choked out.
Your walls didn't just flutter; they clamped down hard, convulsing in tight, violent spasms that completely trapped him. The sensation of you shattering around him was the exact trigger he couldn't fight. Matty let out a loud, strangled groan, his eyes rolling back as his control snapped entirely. With one final, brutal thrust that buried him to the absolute hilt, he froze against you
You felt his entire body turn to steel, his back arching as a violent tremor rippled through his muscles. Right then, deep inside your center, his erection began to throb with a massive, heavy force. You felt the first sharp pulse of his climax, and then a thick wave of scorching, overwhelming heat flooded your insides, burning you with pure pleasure. Every single pulse of his length pumped more of his blistering heat deep against your cervix, filling you up completely.
Matty dug his teeth desperately into the crook of your neck, his breathing a loud, ragged mess as he rode the wave of his own release.
"Feel that? Feel how hard I'm leaking inside you. You're taking every fucking drop of me. You're mine... all fucking mine in this shitty bathroom."
His hips gave a few more involuntary twitches, pushing impossibly deeper to empty himself completely into your twitching walls. He stayed suspended there, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder, trembling slightly while his erratic heartbeat thudded hard against your chest, leaving both of you completely ruined under the flickering light.
When the haze finally cleared and his strength gave out, you both slid down the tiled wall, collapsing onto the cold bathroom floor. Matty sat back against the wall, pulling you tightly against him until you were settled completely in his lap. Your head slotted perfectly into the hollow space between his neck and his collarbone, your chest heaving as both of your ragged breaths filled the quiet stall. Right there, inches from your face, you could still see the heavy, frantic pulse beating against his neck.
Slowly, his long fingers brushed a damp strand of hair away from your cheek, tracing a soft, lingering caress across your skin. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in so close that there was no space left between you, before leaning down to press a soft, grounding kiss against your forehead.
He held you like that for a long moment, his chest rising and falling against yours, before he spoke, his voice still low, rough, and thick with a quiet sort of gravity.
"You're completely mine, you know that?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke. "Every single piece of you. Even when we leave this room, you don't belong to anyone else. I’ve marked you. You're stuck with me now."
