intoxicated // your love // (m.h)

// blurb //

He bit down on her neck and a moan escaped from her. The heavy music from downstairs was the only thing that could cover it up. As their sweaty bodies were practically glued to one another, a few moans fell out his mouth too. He kissed her neck slightly, his lips touching by her warm pale skin. He felt her raising heartbeat agains his chest and smiled into her neck. As he fell to the side next to her and she turned to face him, their heavy, but even, breaths was the only thing he could hear. Hers' had a smell of sour alcohol but a slightly shifting of strawberries. This reminded him of reality, that he was now lying here with this girl who he knew he will never see again. And he knew this night was only going to be like the others, fun.

He left her falling asleep next to him and when she finally drifted away he carefully made his way out of the bed, making sure to not wake her up. He put on his clothes, layers after layers when he finally began to make his way to the bottom level of this damp house, where bodies were moving rhythmically to the sound of the music, bumping into each other. As he entered from the stairs down to the first floor he greeted a few girl with a nod. The party was just as chaotic as it was when he told that girl that they were going somewhere more quieter. She knew his intentions, everyone knew them. But that was just who he was. He had no time for a real lover, what he wanted was this and nothing else. This was his reality.

He stumbled into a guy by the door, the man was dressed in a suit, not that fancy but it was well enough for a party. He nodded to the man, and apologized. He felt the alcohol slowly taking off, but he was still dizzy.

The streets was only lit up by a few lights and as he walked on them he thought back -like he always did- to the night when he had just taken another girls heart and played with it. It is like he has a trap, he makes them notice him. He catches them by always buying them a few drinks until they are too tipsy. He start to flirt and make jokes and at last he pulls them in, like they are in some kind of spell that only he can break. And he makes them feel special. That's his trap. They feel special for the night, but the problem is that they actually don't mean anything to him. It is like a game. Like he feeds on them, and the more he gets the more points he wins.

He heard muffled footsteps coming closer to him and when a soft voice called out for him he turned around in surprise. The voice was like silk when it spoke, or more like velvet. Like the dark red velvet you use as a tie. The shiny ones, the ones that looks cheap but costs a fortune because of its' materials. The fancy ones that are so often overrated. The ones you wear on weddings and funerals. The ones that always hides something.

And she said: "Matty!"

a/n

HI BABES

this is my new story i hope its better than the last one,, i wanted to do one w matty bc he is one of my favs and i just love him

but pls check out my first story if u havent read it yet, its kinda good but its my first so forgive me

thanks ily!!