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[𝟭.𝟮𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀] 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗸𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 - 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The loud, ground-shaking music was all you could hear. Shouts, singing, glasses clinking, sports matches on the TVs, you name it. You shouted over the noise your order to the bartender, and he simply nodded. You braced yourself against the bartop, and scanned the crowd for your boyfriend.

Almost immediately, you spotted Matthew, with a girl seemingly hanging off of his every word. You rolled your eyes before turning back around and the bartender had just set your drink down. With a grateful nod, you grasp the drink in your slightly sweaty hand and take a swig, thankful for the burn.

Yet again, you locked eyes with Matthew's frame and gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and moving through the throng of sweaty people dancing.

"Hey!" You had to shout over the booming music, and Matthew thankfully heard you instantly. He sighed in relief, wanting to get rid (nicely, of course...) of the stranger close to him.

"Hey, baby," He shouted back, walking up to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

"Who's this?" You asked, as innocently as you could. Through your peripheral, you could see the dirty look she gave you.

"Olivia," She answered, and you rolled your eyes yet again. "Who are you?"

"His girlfriend, now get lost."

The stra- Olivia hurriedly scurried away, seemingly embarrassed from being caught flirting with another girl's boyfriend.

"You coulda just left her and came to me at the bar, y'know. No need to entertain a desperate girl," You comment, trying your best not to sound jealous.

'Jus' didn't wanna be rude," Matthew muttered. "Wait- Are you jealous?" He remarked incredulously. "There's nothing to be jealous of, sweetheart."

You pursed your lips and straighten your back, not willing to admit that you are, in fact, jealous. "No! I mean- why would I? I have the hottest boyfriend ever, and I totally don't see every girl that stops and stares at you. That would be crazy!" You exclaimed, and you immediately saw the smirk form on his face.

Matthew chuckles, and grasps your waist in his hands carefully. "Ooh, so you admit you want me all for yourself?" He says with a wicked smile, his dark blue eyes full of mischief.

You nod slowly, nervously running your fingers through your hair, wondering if it was even possible to deny what he had said.

"Let me show you that you're the only one I want, yeah?"

You wordlessly nod, and he quickly leads you out of the packed bar to the bathroom stalls, checking for an empty one. After finding one, he ushers you and follows you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it shut.

In a flash, Matthew's lips meet yours with fervor and his leg slotted between yours, keeping them parted.

As he deepens the kiss, your arms reach around his neck and run down his back, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Your hips involuntarily rock against his thigh as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You whimper when he finally releases you from his lips and breaks contact. A trail of small, feathery kisses travel down your neck until they stop right below your earlobe. His soft lips trail and nibble against your ear before brushing lightly across your jawline. "You taste so good..." He whispered huskily into your ear.

He finally breaks contact with you and opens his eyes, grinning devilishly at you as his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. "Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?"

You nod feverishly. Lifting up your dress, Matthew hitches it to your hips and immediately drops to his knees. He lifts your leg and sets it on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he slides your panties to the side and enters a finger. His tongue soon joined his finger, and you couldn't help the moans and whines that left your mouth. Your skin prickles, and you feel a heat pool in your lower back,feeling goosebumps overcome your sensitive skin.

"Doin s'good for me, sweetheart."

"Don't stop,' You begged, and when he added a second finger, you could feel yourself reach climax. You came with a muffled moan, and Matthew lapped up every drop of your sweet release.

Matthew rose from his knees with a sinful smirk. His next words had you following commands quickly: "Bend over the sink f'me, 'kay?"

Once bent over, you looked through the mirror held above the sink and saw him undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down his legs. He massaged your ass, and you preened under his touch.

Matthew gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and with his other hand, he lined his hard length up with your wet entrance. Upon seeing your disheveled state through the reflective glass, he buried himself to the hilt. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape your mouth.

He pounded into you roughly as he watched your ass bounce against his hips with every thrust. "So fuckin' tight," Matthew groans out. "Like this sweet pussy was made for me."

"Yes, yes, all yours, Matty," You whimpered out. Your eyes met his through the mirror and he swore he almost came at the sight of your teary eyes and gaping, pouty mouth.

Matthew's fingers hastily find your clit, and he heatedly rubs the sensitive nub. Your walls flutter around his cock and he groans out. "Shit, baby," He groans out. "You're so perfect. If you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won't last much longer."

"Cum in me, Matty. Please."

With those words, his hips stuttered before emptying himself inside of you with a moan. His hand that was holding your hair was suddenly gone. Moments after, your muscles tighten and your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your cunt milks every last drop of his cum, and you swear you see stars when you shut your eyes.

Matthew slaps your ass and he slowly pulls out of your wet pussy, watching as your body goes through the aftershocks. He can't help but gather your mixed climaxes and thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasp out a moan, your hands curled over the ridges of the sink.

"Fuck," You groan out, and he chuckles out in agreement.

Matthew grabs your underwear off of the floor and helps you into them. You giggle slightly and he sends a questioning glance to you. "I can't believe we just had sex in a bar bathroom."

He shrugs in response, not stopping the smirk that finds itself on his lips. He grasps his jeans off of the floor, zipping them up before buttoning them. Once your dress is lowered to a more appropriate length and you fix your hair and makeup, he holds out his hand before leading you out of the bathroom. Some wandering and curious eyes land on you and Matthew, but he pays them no mind, opting to send you a wink. You feel your cheeks flush and before you know it, he's ushering you into an Uber and resting a hand on your thigh.

"Round 2 at home?"