The depths of Matthew William’s obsession were something even he couldn’t understand. After all, it’s not like ___ was anything special, just your average girl. But she made him feel weird whenever he saw her, made him feel all warm and fuzzy and all this weird ass shit. He didn’t understand what caused it, which only pissed him off even more.
There was something about you that the Canadian couldn’t resist, something he couldn’t help but want.
And God, it never ceased to confuse the hell out of him.
When did this god damn obsession begin? Oh, yes, it all began on that God damn day, in the God damn hall right after God damn Math class.
The moment she had walked out that door, she was instantly confronted by the Canadian. Guys like him normally didn’t approach girls like ___ unless they had a legit reason; and, if you could count it as that, one could say he did.
You see, Matt was a valuable player, though not the brightest crayon in the box, for he was going to be kicked off the hockey team if he didn’t bring his geography grade up. Which, of course, is why he went to her; ___ was always getting A’s in that class, if anyone could help him out, it was her.
Out of fear that he’d hurt her if she refused(which, he thought with a self satisfied grin, was a pretty wise assumption) ___ agreed to come over to his house every Tuesday after school to tutor him. At first, the Canadian was just using her to stay on the hockey team, but there came a time when he started to realize he was actually enjoying her company. He found himself looking forward to Tuesdays more and more.
It was around then that he realized something weird was going on, for it was then that the true blow to his pride struck; Matt, big, strong, cocky Matt, would always get nervous whenever ___ was around, would actually watch what he said so she’d like him more. Imagine that! He’d never cared about what he said to anyone, and he was actually watching what he said to some girl?!
It took the somewhat dense Canadian a little while to realize that he had a crush on ____ and, when he did, things got worse. His once innocent, barely noticeable crush soon turned into something that could only be described as an obsession.
Matt wanted to be the only person she thought about, wanted for her to be his and his alone. He would always feel pangs of jealousy whenever other people, especially boys, talked to ___, to make her laugh the laugh that, as far as he was concerned, was his.
It soon became his goal to make her his.
Problem was, Matt had never been very good when it came to girls. I mean, he was good at picking them up for sex, but an actual relationship was foreign territory. It then dawned on the Canadian what to do; he would just take ___.
After all, if her virginity belonged to him, no one else could have her, right? Matt grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets and silently enjoying his little stroke of genius.
Oh yes, today he would have ___, and no one was going to get in his way.
Autumn leaves, beautiful shades of red and orange, crunched underneath your feet as you walked home at an easy pace. You loved this time of year, it was always so stunning and made your walks home from school so much more enjoyable. Little did you know, you were not alone.
Hidden behind a tall oak tree, Matt silently watched your every move through black aviators, gathering up the courage to approach you. Taking a deep breath, the Canadian abandoned his hiding place and threw an arm over your shoulder. “Hey, ____.”
Once you got over the shock of Matt Williams coming out of no where, you narrowed your eyes. “What do you want, Matt?” You questioned impatiently, not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks when you said his name. “It’s not Tuesday, I have no obligation to help you study for anything.”
The shit eating grin of his slipped off his face a little. “I’m not here for that.”
This did surprise you a little; after all, it’s not like guys like Matt Williams went around socializing with nerds like you on a daily basis. “Then why are you here?”
The Canadian suddenly slammed you against the oak tree, his face inches from yours. “I’m here for you, ___.” He whispered and you shivered; his breath smelled like maple syrup. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, and now I finally have you.” He planted a kiss on your neck before smiling. “Though I’d prefer not to take you here.”
“T-Take me?!” You had just enough time to sputter before he threw you over his shoulders, walking casually to his house as though nothing had happened.
You instantly began to struggle, pounding on his back with your fists and screaming at him to put you down. He ignored you, of course; he’d waited for so long for this, and now you wanted him to let you go?
Matt might have a thing for you, sure, but that was one request he wasn’t willing to obey.
As he entered his bedroom, Matt silently thanked the lord no one was home; it would make things much easier this way. Throwing you on the bed, he quickly leapt on top of you, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. “Well, then.” He smirked. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
And, with that, he slammed his lips against your. You tried to struggle, but his iron grip prevented you from doing just that. He began to kiss down to your neck, searching for your sweet spot as his free hand ripped of your shirt, taking the bra with it at the same time.
Alarmed, you were about to protest about the sudden removal of your clothes- had he not found your sweet spot. A moan escaping your lips told the Canadian he’d found it, and he couldn’t help but smile. While the Canadian wasn’t necessarily a boob man, he wasn’t going to leave them out of this; he licked between the valley of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and massaging the other, causing you to release a loud moan of pleasure.
Pleased by the moans he got out of you, Matt continued to go south, removing your shorts and panties. Smirking at your dripping wet entrance, he roughly entered a finger inside you. You stiffened, eyes wide.
Oh God, Oh God, oh God, he was INSIDE of you!
Entering another finger, the Canadian pumped them in and out, grinning when you screamed in pleasure. He removed his fingers, before lowering his head down to your womanhood. Your eyes suddenly widened as you felt something warm enter you. Oh God, his tongue!
You grabbed his hair, eyes wide. “M-Matt!” The Canadian used his hands to massage your breasts as he nibbled on the sensitive flesh. It was too much. “M-M-MATT!!!”
The Canadian’s tongue left and he moved up to look at you. Seeing you under him, panting and blushing, turned him on. Swiftly removing his clothes, the Canadian turned his attention over to you once more. Positioning his member at your entrance, Matt smirked. “Ready?”
Not waiting for a reply, he harshly thrust into you. “M-Matt, it hurts!” You screamed, pain shooting through your whole body; it felt like he was tearing you apart!
Ignoring your screams, the Canadian proceeded to thrust in and out of you, your moans growing louder and louder with each thrust. “Who do you belong to?” You shook your head, refusing to satisfy him.
He hit your G-sport, the one place that brings out the pleasure in every woman. “Who do you belong to?!”
“MATT!” You screamed, your nails digging into his back. You hit your climax at the same time he did. With one last thrust, Matt pulled out of you with a grunt, collapsing beside you.
Pulling you into his arms, he couldn’t help but grin. “You’re mine, ____. Don’t you forget that.”