Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.2K

Requested: Yes.

For the second time tonight Matthew's hand wanders down from your knee to your upper thigh. His fingers tracing your soft skin, inching closer and closer to where you need him the most. While you enjoy Matthew's teasing, and his wandering fingers, it's neither the right time nor the place. Currently the both of you are surrounded by Matthew's teammates, in the middle of a busy restaurant, for a team dinner. Definitely not the right place for this.

You grab Matthew's wrist with your hand, pushing him away from between your thighs. He chuckles from beside you, before placing his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. His lips brush the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. "You know what to do, y/n," he whispers in your ear.

Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers tightening around your cutlery. You turn your head towards Matthew, eyebrows raised in question. He smirks at you, giving you a dark, wanting look. You roll your eyes at him, before turning back to Jacob, who you were having a conversation with seconds before. "Excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back," you smile at him, while standing up. You kiss Matthew on his cheek, telling him you'll be back in a few, even though you know he'll follow after you in a few minutes.

You make your way over to the bathrooms, waiting outside for Matthew. The anticipation is killing you. His teasing and touching all evening made you need him more than ever before. It takes Matthew exactly two minutes to arrive. His eyes lock on yours, his need for you clearly written all over his face. "Anyone in here?" he asks you, pointing to one of the bathrooms. You shake your head at him, giving him all the answers he needs. Matthew grabs your hand, pulling you into the bathroom.

He shuts the door behind you, pinning you against it. His lips find yours in a lust filled haze. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it as his. Your hands fumble with his belt, trying to free him from his restraints as soon as possible. Matthew's hands wander down your backside, slipping underneath your dress. One hand on your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. His other hand fists your panties, ripping them off in one smooth move.

You gasp into the kiss, allowing Matthew to deepen it some more. His fingers slide between your folds, spreading your wetness. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet," he grunts out, fingers slipping inside of you, stretching you out.

Finally you free Matthew's cock from the confinement of his pants and underwear, letting them drop to his ankles. Your hand closes around his straining erection, pumping it in the same rhythm Matthew's fingers work inside your pussy. Matthew groans, before dropping his forehead against yours. "You need to stop, y/n. Otherwise this will be over way sooner than planned."

You let go of his cock, bracing your hands on his shoulders instead. "I need you, Matt. So bad," you tell him, eyes pleading for him to take you. Matthew curses under his breath, gripping the back of your legs with his hands. He hoists you up, your legs circling around his waist, gripping him close to you. He pushes you further into the wall, one hand on your ass. His other hand reaches underneath you, guiding his throbbing cock towards your entrance.

The moment Matthew pushes fully inside of you, you crash your lips on his. He bites down on your bottom lip, while thrusting back inside of you. Matthew picks up the pace, settling on a almost punishing rhythm. You try to keep quiet, knowing damn well where you are, but it's harder than you thought.

Matthew keep his eyes on you, while thrusting in and out of you. He loves the look of pure bliss on your face. He loves the fact that you can't keep quiet, which normally wouldn't matter at all, but right now? It definitely matters. "Keep your legs around me, don't let go," he mutters against your lips.

You tighten your grip around him, allowing him to slide in deeper than before. In reaction you moan out at the sensation of him deep inside of you. Matthew slaps his hand over your mouth, making sure your moans aren't that audible. "Keep quiet, baby," he tells you. Your hand makes it way into Matthew's curls, pulling them harshly. Matthew groans, his hips thrusting harder inside of you. His breathing turns erratic, fingers digging into your ass. "I'm so close, y/n. Get there with me," he grunts out.

You slip your hand between your bodies, finding your clit instantly. You don't need much, Matthew kept you edged all night. You circle your fingers on your clit a few times, before you explode around Matthew's cock. His hand clamps down harder on your mouth, trying to drown out the sounds you make.

It takes Matthew a few thrusts to join you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, while reaching his own high. You can feel him twitch inside of you, leaving behind his release. He takes a few seconds to catch his breath, before slipping out of you and softly putting you on your own two feet again.

"Fuck, babe. That was insane," you say, while trying to clean the mess between your legs. Just as you throw away the tissues, the bathroom door opens. Your head shoots towards the person in the doorway, who looks just as shocked as you. "I'm sorry, I'll give you a moment," the unknown man stammers, before shutting the door again. Your eyes shift to Matthews, giving him an annoyed look.

"Oops, guess I forgot to lock the door," Matthew says, while shrugging his shoulders and giving you a sly smile. Your mouth hangs wide open in shock. "You did that on purpose!" you exclaim, trying to sound mad instead of extremely turned on. Matthew chuckles at you, seeing right through your façade. "I knew you would like it, baby," he says, while winking at you. You laugh at him, pushing past him to get back to the restaurant.

"Sorry boys, I'm taking y/n home, she's not feeling well," Matthew says, when the both of you arrive back at the table. All the guys and their girls wish you goodbye and a "Get well soon!" before returning back to their original conversations. All of them except one. Johnny smirks at the both of you before speaking. "Yeah, it sounded like you had a pretty rough time in the bathroom, y/n." You groan, before trying to hide your face in Matthew's chest. Matthew curses under his breath, before slapping Johnny against the back of his head. "Shut the fuck up, man." Johnny laughs at your red face, before waving the two of you goodbye.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make him regret that," Matthew reassures you. You shake your head at him, intertwining your fingers with his. "Let's go home, Matthew," you smile at him, leading him back towards the car. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Requested by truenorth55
Thank you for your risky request, hope you like it!