Chicken Shop Date *ᴹᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴴᵉᵃˡʸ*

Sincerity Is Scary (7.6)

Make sure you read 7.5 first x

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"Don't call me a slut with company around baby." Matty whispers in your ear.

"Don't get your hopes up for anything now after that comment big boy." You pat his arse twice before you move to stand with your best mate and Charli, taking a bite of your burger as you go.

George laughs at the way Matty's face drops hearing that and the drummer wraps his arm around his best mate's neck and both of them start pissing about and laughing as they wait for the food. Once the other 3 have their food, the both of you split into different cars this time.

You and Matty drop Amelia off at her flat where Zoe comes out to collect her drunk sister and the food you ordered for her. After hugging your best friend goodbye, you spend the drive back to Matty's house laughing and talking about the gig and the night but it's something of a relief when you make it back inside Matty's home.

The moment you're inside you slip your shoes off and the concrete beneath your feet is a lovely cool sensation after you've been on your feet all day. Matty does the same before he picks you and you tell him to go and sit down and that you will get the both of you a drink.

When you walk into the lounge after getting the both of you a glass of water and you smile when you see your curly haired brunette. Matty has sat himself down on the settee, head backwards resting on the back of it, his eyes closed enjoying the silence around him. His legs are open and his arms come to rest down by his side, telling you that he really just plopped down on the settee with absolutely no intention of moving just yet.

Coming around to see him, you put your drinks down as you ask him, "Are you alright?" and you take a seat on him, straddling his lap, and bringing your hands up to his face so your touch can sooth him.

"Just tired." Matty tells you, his eyes opening again so he can smile at you looking all stunning on his lap.

How the hell he's managed to get you to be his is unreal. Never has he had better luck in his life.

And he makes sure he will never take that for granted. Your sweetness radiates when you smile so genuinely at him as you say, "You did great today, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you darling." Matty smiles, feeling so beyond happy and thankful he gets to call you his girlfriend now for however long you'll have him. "Proud of you too."

"What for?" You frown, not quite understanding. You've done nothing with your day but be by his side.

Matty chuckles a little at your lapse in memory, "You're going to be hosting the Oscars after party. I'm beyond proud of you."

"Oh shit," You gasp, then laugh as you say, "How the fuck did I forget?"

"Big night for you, you saw your boyfriend on stage." Matty plays a little, "Easily done."

Of course you play along, "That's it. Thank you for reminding me."

You lean down then, only intending to peck his lips but as soon as they make contact you remember how good he's been, and how much he's probably aching for some relief even if his hard on has dissipated somewhat now. So you let your lips linger on his, pulling away to graze his before kissing him sweetly again.

All the while, your hands run slowly up his chest until you find the buttons of his shirt and once the first comes undone, the rest easily follow. Matty accepts all of your kisses as he tries his best not to smirk against your lips, but when you get more than halfway done undoing his shirt he can't help but ask to tease, "What you doing baby?"