#subby!matty

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everything is blue ✨ // matty healy x reader

a/n: nnn. that's it, that't the plot. gotta thank @theungracefulgrace for the idea, i hope i did it justice <3 cw: smut, thigh riding and matty is a bit pathetic in this lmao, maybe even subby??? is this my subby matty debut??? wc: 1.9k (smaller than i thought actually...)

“you two are disgusting,” george snickers from behind his drums as you make your way onto matty’s lap. 

it’s light-hearted and teasing—your friend taking the piss out of both of you but matty scoffs and you stick your tongue out.

“jealous,” you tease, “i’m going to wait until charli shows up and then we’ll talk.”

“yeah let’s talk then, mate,” matty quips from next to you and it only takes him another second to push his hands inside your t-shirt and place them on your bare stomach, almost caressing your ribs. 

it tickles and you squirm away, alerting george once more. 

“not going to start snogging in front of me, are you?” he turns around making an exaggerated vomiting gesture and scrunches his face at you. matty, almost predictably, takes that as a challenge. 

within moments, you feel his fingers lightly closing around your jaw, turning your face and capturing your lips in his. matty’s chest is pressed against your arm and his heartbeat echoes through your entire body, thrilling you to your very core when you feel the slight spike in it as your tongue grazes his bottom lip. his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as matty deepens the kiss and hums in your mouth, sending vibrations through your entire body. in turn your heart skips a beat. you don’t break apart until you hear a loud cough in the vicinity. and george stares back at both of you, truly disgruntled now. 

“bleurgh,” he makes a face. “like i said, digusting.”

“and like she said,” matty snorts, “jealous.”

“simp!”

“idiot!”

“oh, very clever mate!”

“oh—”

“alright, that’s it!” you interrupt matty before he can retort any further and he glares at you in return. “you’re fighting like twelve year olds.”

matty smirks. “weren’t snogging me like—”

you clamp your hand over matty’s mouth before he can finish his vulgar sentence earning you two juvenile giggles—one slightly muffled by your hand. 

“you are like an animal,” george teases again, earning an expression of utter betrayal from matty. 

“how dare yo—”

“prove it then!” he challenges. his mouth curls into a smirk and your eyes narrow. you know this expression on george. you know he’s up to something. 

“we are in november,” he grins cheekily. “the month of chastity and all.”

“can it!” you warn but it’s too late. matty’s smirk already mirrors george’s. you can practically see the cogs turning in their heads and you know what’s about to happen. 

“a bet,” george shifts in his seat looking eager and devious. matty does the same, gently setting you off his lap and placing a quick apologetic kiss on your head when you protest. 

“a bet,” he repeats. 

and then with utter disgust, you watch the two men in front of you spit on their hands and shake on their deal.

at first it’s fun—watching him turn red and squirm every time you get out the shower with just a towel wrapped around you. a few times, you even see him immediately sit on his hands or busy himself in his phone, making you giggle. the few times after that, he leaves the room entirely—practically running away like a virgin catholic school boy. 

the first few days are okay, fun even. you send him a selfies—towel just high enough for your nipples to be covered, barely covering your ass, showing its curve very well with the way you pose; on your bed, wearing his t-shirt and only his t-shirt, hand buried suggestively between your thighs—matty threatens to block you, accusing you of wanting to make him lose. 

he kisses you like usual, though. that’s the one thing he can’t stop doing. if anything, it feels like his mouth is attached to yours any chance he gets. it’s like he’s compensating, even letting you straddle him and deepen it until he has to pull away with a pained expression.

“how would george know?!” you whine and watch him pout. 

“trust me, he would,” matty sighs, shoulders slumping, “i would stop looking so fucking miserable for one.”

you fume quietly, realising you let yourself become collateral damage. he is so close that his cologne permeates your fucking lungs—earthy, sweet and matty. always surrounded by the smell of cigarettes and now his body wash that’s somehow become the most enticing scent in the world. 

“can’t lose one week in, baby.” his face pinches into one big sad expression and you frown at him. 

one whole week of being so close to him and cuddling at night in bed, one week of feeling his leg part your thighs in his sleep, of feeling his thigh graze against your clit and making you hiss. one week of having him right here but not having him at all. 

you shift on his lap, feeling the coarse material of his jeans against the insides of your thighs—not that you’re wearing much, just a big t-shirt and underwear, while he’s still in his jeans and t-shirt and not yet ready for bed—and an idea sparks. 

“so don’t lose,” you smirk, moving again, straddling him with a hand on his chest. “the bet was for you to not cum. i am nowhere mentioned in it.”

“what a-are you doing?” matty stutters. he actually fucking stutters, eyes wide and roaming all over your body, particularly focused on where you’re pressed up on his thigh and already on your way to discarding your underwear. 

“what does it look like i’m doing, baby?” you lift up slightly, quickly sliding your underwear off and deliberately stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans. 

he whines and the muscles of his thigh shift right under your bare cunt. 

as if on auto-pilot, his hands grip either sides of your waist, pressing you down onto him even though his face looks utterly devastated and hungry. 

“maybe i could do this with your pillow instead, hmm? cum all over it while thinking about you?” you taunt, gyrating your hips and grinding all over his thigh, already soaking his jeans with how turned on you are. it has the precise effect you’re hoping for.

“no–fuck,” he whines, “stay here. use me, please, but stay here.”

“use you, yeah?” your mouth ghosts over his, hand trailing up his chest and tracing the contours of his throat with your nails, tracing all the delicate veins and the flutter of his rapid pulse. matty’s breath quickens and comes out in sharp pants. it’s almost like he can’t handle it, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

“touch me, touch me please!” he begs, eager and desperate when you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“touch you how?”

instead of answering, matty takes your hand off his throat and presses in on the bulge in his jeans, sighing at the pressure. he’s practically twitching under your hand, squirming even before you’ve properly even touched him. 

“can’t lose now, my darling, can you?” you marvel at the way your voice sounds, sultry and dominating with just a hint of condescensation. it’s power like you’ve never felt before. it makes the blood in your veins heat up even more, makes it flow faster. 

so you dig the heel of your palm onto his crotch, drag it up and then down and feel him twitch. feel him grow impossibly hard. matty's body shudders on the sofa like he's not even in there—just a puppet lying there pliant for your pleasure.

“but—”

you bend down to kiss him and feel all his complaints die on his lips. matty whimpers, moving his hips against your hand, thrusting forward almost, but you put an end to it almost immediately and laugh when he whines into the kiss. 

“i want to cum, fuck, need to so so bad!” his curls droop over his eyes. eyes that stare at you with such blatant lust that it throws you off kilter, almost makes your hips stutter but the pressure feels so good! the friction is enough to reduce every single thought in your brain down to a lumpy mush. 

“yeah?” you whisper in a tightly controlled breathy voice, “but you look so pretty when you beg sweet boy.”

he swallows roughly, transfixed on you and looking utterly fucked and unable to do anything other than keep his hands on your hips and help you ride his thigh, let you get off on him while he watches helplessly and writhes under your touch. 

“baby…” he whimpers again when you move your free hand through his curls, tugging at some of the strands and pushing them out of his eyes. 

your thighs burn with the strain, a delicious fucking ache that starts from deep within you and slowly spreads to the very tips of your fingers and the wet, sticky spot on matty’s jeans grows larger, right as your moans grow louder. 

“fuck, matty…” you bend down, mouth right next to his ear, right on his sweat soaked skin, “so fucking good for me, my pretty boy. make–shit! making me feel so good.”

your movements gain speed and you throw your head back, ignoring him entirely and chasing your own pleasure. no doubt he’s rather occupied with your tits bouncing in his face, seeing as how his hand trails up to trace them, to pinch your hard nipples between his fingers. 

“shit!” you cry out, “gonna cum baby. make me cum okay? good boy…”

matty’s back arches off the sofa—eager to obey, so so eager to please—pushing your t-shirt up and flicking his tongue over your nipples, nipping them with his teeth. matty alternated between tongue and teeth, licking and sucking the sensitive skin until there are bruised on your breasts, until you can barely distinguish one thought from another. until finally, you tip over the edge. 

there’s a moment where all you recall is crying out his name, breathing harsh and uneven, and then a moment stretched on to infinity that’s just pure fucking bliss. undiluted ecstasy. and then your hips finally stutter to a stop, just as you open your eyes hazily. 

the sight in front of you almost brings you to your knees again. matty’s jaw hangs open, mouth wet and red and raw and bitten—the absolute portrait of being fucked, and yet he hasn’t even been touched yet. hasn’t shed a single item of clothing. tears of frustration gather in his eyes while his hair falls all over his forehead. he can’t even make a single sound. not even a peep. 

this must have been torture for him and you know it. a sadistic side of you even relishes in it. “did you have fun?” you tease. “i certainly did…”

when you kiss matty again, you can physically feel the jolt in his body, as if his heart restarts, thumping in his chest wildly while he’s still speechless and focused entirely on you. 

matty makes a broken sound in his throat—somewhere between a “yes” and a “please” and maybe even your name. but you don’t let him finish. 

instead, you swipe your fingers through your soaked folds just as the trembling in your body subsides, collecting your slick and bringing it up to his lips that are still parted in shock. 

“a little thank you,” you place the fingers on his tongue, laughing when he swirls his tongue around them. “for being such a good boy.” 

“a good boy…” he repeats, voice hoarse and barely even audible. and you know the fun is just getting started…

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Stop doing all that thinking!

Subby!Matty x reader

Warnings: smut

Summary: Matty just needs to stop overthinking

Disclaimer: this is literally the first fic I’ve ever written and put out. English is my second language and this is not proofread so be nice. Constructive criticism and comments are welcome.

The hotel room door clicks shut behind the two of you and Matty let’s out a sigh. It’s been a rough day. Week. Month maybe. Things going wrong, disagreements, compromises. Matty working tirelessly on the new show, early mornings, late nights. It’s a lot to do, a lot to think about, a lot of decisions to make. His mind constantly trying to hold every thought, very idea in place to make the show even better, sometimes forgetting to be friendly in the process, constantly apologising when he catches up with his words. He‘s stressed. In a good way maybe? He‘s in his element when he‘s busy but it’s taking a toll. On your relationship for example. It’s been a while since it’s just been the two of you alone in a room together not too tired to just mumble good night and fall asleep.

He takes off his jacket and plops down on the edge of the bed. He lets out a long breath of air and it’s almost like he is deflating.

He can be himself around you. No jokes or deflection needed. You love every side of him, even the ugly ones. He knows he can cry, be soft and weak around you and it won’t scare you away. It’s been a process getting there through insecurities and social constructs, until one day after one of the „but don’t you find it unattractive when I…“-conversations you practically shouted „are you going to let me love you unconditionally or are you going to keep being a little bitch about it?!“. You both had to laugh at that and you knew: No hiding emotions from each other.

You step between his knees and he looks up at you. God, he’s gorgeous. You run your hand through his locks as his chin rests on your belly and his arms are coming up to hug you. You stay there for a little while, feeling him slightly relax under your touch.

„It’s been a day, huh?“

He closes his eyes and sighs again. “Yeah”.

“Tell me, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”, you ask. You adore him. You want to be close to him at all times. Seeing him enjoying your presence just as much does things to you.

“A lot. Too much maybe”, he’s tired, you can tell. You don’t press for details.

“Want me to make you feel better, pretty boy?” You say softly and his eyes shoot up at you. You don’t know where that nickname came from but he seems to enjoy it so you don’t overthink it.

“Please” he whispers softly and your mind almost goes completely blank. He’s already begging. Fuck.

You lean down and kiss him. He’s kissing you back hungrily. You know his beautiful, creative mind can be a burden sometimes and right now he’s desperate to not think, just feel. He wants to be told what to do, not make any more decisions, and you’re more than happy to oblige. You break the kiss.

“Take off that shirt for me”

He gets to work on the buttons of his shirt, all while your hands are not leaving his curls, his gorgeous soft curls. Once the shirt is off you lightly push his shoulders and he lies down on the bed. You lean down, unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His length he has tucked away in his slacks is already rock hard, a realisation that never fails to make you hornier than you already are. You hook your fingers under the elastic of his boxer shorts and pull the fabric down. Matty helps you by arching his back, lifting his pelvis so you can rid him of the clothes. His cock springs free and your mouth starts watering.

“Fuck, that beautiful cock, you’re so pretty, darling” you tell him and he blushes. His hands lift up to cover his face and you hear him letting out a little giggle.

“What? You are. Just look at you all naked and hard for me”

“Shit, you can’t call me “pretty” and “beautiful” like that!”

“Why not? Just stating facts” you grin.

“It makes me…” he trails off

“Shhh, just enjoy it!” This is fun. It’s never not going to be fun to see him like that. “Scootch up a litte for me, pretty boy!” You instruct and find a place between his legs when he’s settled again. You bend down and lick a stripe up his cock and Matty lets out an obscene moan.

“That’s right, let me hear you darling” you don’t want him to hold back. Hearing him is one of your biggest turn ons and he knows it.

You circle the head of his cock with your tongue, giving extra attention to the little band of skin connecting the head to the shaft.

Matty let’s out a long and soft “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck”

You take the whole head into your mouth, sucking the air out of your mouth to create some under pressure. The moans you hear coming from Matty are all the encouragement you need to keep going. You take as much of his length into your mouth as you comfortably can and start bobbing your head.

You feel great and powerful but you know that at this point Matty is probably in his head again, debating whether or not you’re enjoying this or not. You snake your right hand up to his nipple and pinch as hard as you can. He lets out a surprised noise, his head shooting up to see you obviously enjoying yourself. Another “fuuuuuuck” rips from him as his head hits the blanket again.

“I want to… baby… I…please” he’s trying but it’s too much for him to form coherent sentences. The fact you’ve got him this disheveled is almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

With a sloppy sound you release his cock which slaps back to mattys lower abdomen.

“Use your words, pretty boy! You want to what…?”

“Taste…” he swallows “I want to taste you… please?”

It’s almost too much, the way he sounds, begging almost desperate.

“Fuck! I love it when you ask nicely, darling!” You whisper. You make your way up his body, leaving kisses along the way until your knees are at either side of his head, your cunt that had been left neglected until now right above his face. You slide your knees apart, slowly lowering your core to his mouth. The second he’s in reach, Matty sucks your clit into his mouth and it’s divine.

“Fuck! Yes, baby! So good” you try and sound controlled but you’re anything but.

Matty eats your pussy like a starved man. He knows what you like and he’s putting that knowledge to good use.

“Yes, baby, fuuuck. You’re doing so good! So good baby, gonna make me cum”

Matty is committed now, there’s no stopping until you come on his tongue and you both know it. He sucks and licks and fucks you with his tongue. He drags his fingernails lightly across your ass cheeks and then hold on to your thighs as if to lock you into place above him.

“Fuck, baby. Yes! Keep going! So good for me!” you don’t really know what you’re saying and you don’t really care as you come on mattys face with a scream. You ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm on his face. Your thighs shake but you make your way down Matty’s body, littering his face and body with little praises of “so good for me” and “your doing so well” and “my pretty boy”. Once you’re face to face again you can’t help but kiss him passionately. Some primal part of your brain wants to taste yourself on his tongue and you don’t have it in yourself to stop. You moan into his mouth as you taste your juices on him. So. Fucking. Good.

You lower your pelvis so your labia comes to sit on the still rock hard cock against his lower abdomen. As you rock your hips a bit, you hear and feel Matty groan beneath you.

“Not much longer now, darling. You’re going to be inside me and I’m going to make you cum. It’s alright” you coo but Matty is getting desperate. You draw it out a bit longer just to rile him up a bit more. “Shh baby it’s alright, I’m gonna make you feel good” you’re having too much fun here. Oh well.

You lift your hips, take his rock hard, already leaking cock into your hand, place the tip at your entrance and lower your hips again. Slowly. So deliciously slow that you can register every ridge and every vein entering you. When just the tip is inside, you stop. Matty lets out a desperate whine.

“please! Please darling. Need to feel you, please. Oh shit”

You lower your hips a bit more. You feel the delicious stretch like you always do. He’s big. Perfectly so.

“Yes! Yes!! Please more!”

You take him all the way inside. Your cunt pulsing at the familiar stretch.

“Fuck! Yes!” He moans.

You slowly start raising and lowering your hips, drawing a bunch of desperate moans from Matty.

“You’re doing so well, pretty boy. My beautiful darling all worked up and horny for me. Stretching me soooo goood”

As you feel he might be close, you raise your hips, only letting the tip stay in your pussy, completely stilling your motions. At first Matty doesn’t know what’s going on. But then he realises you just want to rile him up a bit more.

“Wha…? No! Fuck! Please! Please fuck me!” He chokes out desperately and you’re more than happy to oblige.

You slam your hips down to his, taking him inside you fully. Your pace is quicker now. You fuck the desperate man beneath you as fast and hard as you can. The moans he let out are becoming more and more desperate, as are yours. Your left hand is coming up to Matty’s throat. He nods and you squeeze. His eyes glaze over and he comes with such a desperate whine and an outstretched “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck”. The sound is enough to make you orgasm as well. With his name on your lips and his cock still deep inside you, you collapse on Matty’s chest as your body goes through the aftershocks.

You hold each other tight, grounding each other.

“Fuck. I fucking love you” he says still holding you tight.

“I love you too, pretty boy” you giggle. You want to stay like this forever. Just the two of you, impossibly close.

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[wreckedandpolemic]

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

(mdni) in which you discover your boyfriend’s dirty little secret and bring him to his knees. part of the white and gold universe. 3600 words.

warnings: daddy kink, praise, degradation, masturbation, sex toys, sub!matty, oral (f and m receiving)

Matty’s at work when you find it, tucked innocently away under his bed. You’re getting ready for your date and you drop an earring, sending it skittering into darkness. Groaning, you kneel, feeling blindly for it, and your hand bumps against a shoebox. Curious, you tug it into the light; it’s innocuous, plain black and not matching any of the shoes you know he owns, the tape loosely holding it shut practically inviting you to nose through its contents.

Peeling the lid off, you flush siren-red, staring down at the box in disbelief. Your boyfriend’s hidden sex toy collection sits in your lap, cock rings and vibrators and even a fucking fleshlight staring back up at you. Flustered, you shove the box back under the bed, filthy fantasies playing so vividly in your head that you can practically hear his sweet, syrupy moans as he fucks into the toy. He’d be flushed, sweating, taking out his frustrations on the plastic the way he uses you after a long day.

Head swimming, your thighs clench, kicking off your panties and collapsing back against the pillows. Your own collection of toys lives in one of Matty’s bedside drawers, and you retrieve one of your vibrators, pressing it intently to your clit. A buzz of sharp, delicious pleasure rockets up your spine, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you grind down against the toy. You don’t hear Matty until he announces his presence, too distracted by the liquid heat pooling between your thighs. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, and you jolt, heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you snap, bucking your hips and moaning theatrically. “C’mere.”

Matty laughs softly, slowly crossing the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds. “What’s got you all needy, darling?” Oh, if only he knew.

What’s left of your brainpower goes on holding your cards close to your chest. “Want you,” you murmur, and Matty clicks his tongue fondly, his hand covering yours at the base of the toy.

“Here, baby, let me,” he urges, leaning down to kiss you as your hand falls from between your legs to your side. He picks up a familiar rhythm, your vision blurring with pleasure as Matty rolls the toy over your swollen clit. “So, so pretty, baby,” he praises. “My gorgeous girl. Fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? Always so wet for your Daddy. Pretty little slut.”

You squirm, his words swirling together with the dizzying pleasure pulsing under your skin. “Only for you, Daddy,” you promise, pouting up at him until he kisses you again, slowly running the vibrator along your inner thigh as you tremble in anticipation. Matty dials the vibration up a notch, a scream tearing from your throat as he brings it back to your sensitive clit, intense pleasure-pain arcing up your spine.

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pounding in your ears as your heartbeat thrums in your cunt. “That’s right, pretty baby,” he smirks against your lips. “You’re all mine.” Breathing hard against Matty’s mouth, you writhe against the toy, desperate little whines slipping from your lips as your orgasm builds at the base of your spine. “Are you close, darling?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, head hazy. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum f’you,” you slur out, deliriated and almost drunk on his touch.

Matty clicks his tongue. “We have reservations, baby,” he smirks, pulling the vibrator away from your clit. The loss feels like a physical ache, your body thrashing in protest as Matty kisses you softly and pulls away, wandering off to clean the toy as your chest heaves. “Come on, darling,” he says, emerging from the bathroom and watching you trying to catch your breath. “We’re gonna be late.”

Seething and unsatisfied, you pick yourself up and dress for dinner. It is really lovely, a secluded table at one of your favourite restaurants, candlelight sparkling between you with Matty gazing adoringly over your food, but you can’t help the tightness in your limbs, your short responses. You mull over the events of the afternoon, your thoughts circling around that little box under his bed as a revenge plan forms in your mind.

And you never found that fucking earring.

The ice in your veins thaws the longer you scheme, trading in your folded arms and monosyllabic answers for coy smiles and teasing murmurs of yes, Daddy. You let him lead you home and into the bedroom, trading lazy kisses and grinding in his lap. Matty’s hand trails up your thigh, electricity sparking under your skin under his touch. He still thinks he’s in control, you think with a smirk, pinching gently at your thigh as you put on your best performance of being his good little girl.

“Found something earlier, Daddy,” you say, pulling back and tracing your hand down his chest, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt.

Matty chuckles indulgently, still blissfully unaware of what you have in store. “What’d you find, princess?”

You hop to your feet and pull the box free, opening the lid with a smirk. Swallowing thickly, Matty avoids your eyes, shifting nervously as you settle back in his lap. “Do you use all this stuff, Daddy?” you tease, crooking two fingers under his jaw to force his gaze back to yours. 

“I- I used to,” he stammers, and you thumb gently over one of the spots of red on his cheeks.

“S’okay, Daddy,” you murmur, the power he’s handing you thick in your veins. Something about using the sobriquet while he melts under you feels illicit, delicious as it falls easily from your lips. “Don’t have to be embarrassed. Did they make you feel good?” He only nods, seemingly rooted to the spot as you palm over the growing tent in his slacks. “Can I use them on you? Wanna make you feel good, too.” Shuddering, Matty nods again, and you pout down at him, shaking your head. “Words, Daddy. You should know by now,” you tut, dizzy as you use his words on him this time.

“Fuck, yes, I want that,” he gasps, rocking his hips up against your hand.

You giggle, the subtle shine in his eyes familiar, jaw slack in an expression you’ve seen countless times on your own face. “Can you say please, Daddy? S’polite, if I’m giving you what you want.”

“Fuck, please, angel,” Matty almost whimpers, helplessly needy under your touch. You raise an eyebrow in response, an expression you learned from him. “Want you to… use my toys. On me. Please,” he chokes out, hanging his head.

You smile fondly, pressing a kiss against his slack lips. “Good boy. Was that so hard?” Matty moans softly, shuddering as you pop the button of his trousers. “You like when I call you a good boy, Daddy?” you murmur breathily, the dichotomous epithets tangling together in the air between you, thick with lust and promise. “Can you strip for me, baby?”

Obediently, Matty tugs off his shirt and kicks off his slacks, laying against the pillows in just his boxers. You’ll never get over the sight of him like this, chest heaving and cock hard and heavy between his legs; a pulse of arousal washes over you and drips into your panties. A wet patch spreads near his waistband and you grin as you strip to your underwear and straddle him, grinding against his clothed cock and leaning down to kiss him. Matty tangles his hands in your hair, licking desperately into your mouth and rocking his hips against yours. “You need to relax, Daddy,” you say, smiling softly against his mouth and peppering soft kisses over his jaw. “It’ll be more fun that way.”

“Fuck, princess, I’m–” Matty cuts himself off with a gasp as you slide your hand under his waistband and squeeze him gently, cock twitching under your touch. You ease him out of his boxers, a shuddering groan escaping him as his cock thuds against his belly, flushed and dripping precum. 

“Oh, you want this really bad, don’t you, Daddy?” you coo, pumping him slowly, slick desire dripping from your words. “Always callin’ me a slut, but you were just waiting for your turn to be ruined, huh?” You barely recognise your voice, low and dark and dominating, reducing your boyfriend, your smart, suave, older boyfriend into a whining, pathetic mess with a few scant touches. “Are you a slut too, Daddy?” You’ve played with the power dynamic before; Matty needs to give up his control sometimes, when the stress of his day-to-day gets too much for him, but never like this, never turning his filthy, degrading words back on him. The feeling is addictive.

This time, you don’t even have to prompt him. “Yeah, ‘m… ‘M a slut, baby,” Matty whimpers, your cunt clenching at his words. In reward, you dig your nail into his slit, the tip of your finger coming up sticky and coated with the evidence of his desire.

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

You climb off him, retrieving the fleshlight and turning back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your hands wrapped around the toy, hips shifting needily as he gasps out, “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m ready, baby. Please.”

You come back to him slowly, teasingly, but he’s been so good that you don’t want to torture him any longer. Uncapping a bottle of lube, you coat the toy in it, fingers sticky and dripping as you slowly slide it down his length. A shuddering moan escapes him, his eyes glued to the sight of you, whining and bucking his hips into the toy. “God, look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” you moan, grinding your hips down against the bed, bursts of hot pleasure rolling under your skin. “Can’t believe you own all this stuff, Daddy,” you giggle breathily, pinching a nipple through your bra as you stroke him. “So naughty. Did you have to settle for all these toys before you had me?”

“Yeah, I did, princess. Had to fuck a plastic pussy before I found the perfect girl to fuckin’ ruin.” Matty chokes out, his words sending a gush of arousal flooding between your legs. “Fuck, feels s’much better when you do it, baby. My best girl, always takin’ such good care of me,” he moans, hips rolling up into your hand.

One of your hands dips into your panties, arousal dripping against your fingers as you rub slow circles into your clit. Whining, you stroke him faster, his rhythmic gasps and whines speeding. Your gaze is fixated on his cock as it disappears into the toy, slick, wet sounds mixing with your moans in the sex-thick air between you. “God, I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. Love when you get all needy f’me, Daddy,” you moan, grinding down against your hand.

Matty’s whines pitch up, pathetically desperate as he chases his release. “‘M gettin’ close, princess, fuck,” he gasps, his thighs trembling. He looks more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him, flushed red and shaking, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. He’s a fucking vision, and you can’t resist torturing him a little longer.

“Hold it for me, just a little while longer, ‘kay, Daddy?” He whimpers in protest, hips rolling wantonly, all pretence of rhythm long abandoned. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? ‘M always so good for you.” He musters up a scoff, and you fix him with a glare that makes him press his lips together, subdued. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yeah, princess. You do. ‘M gonna be good, promise,” Matty says, face scrunching with effort as you pump his cock at an almost punishing pace. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, near-pained.

You tease him a little longer, his sweet, desperate moans falling straight to your core. Matty practically fucking pouts when you pull the toy off, and you scoff disparagingly. “Don’t be a brat. Was gonna let you finish in my mouth, but you can have this fuckin’ plastic back, if you prefer.”

“F-fuck, nonono, ‘m sorry, baby. Wanna cum in your pretty mouth.”

“You wanna, huh?” You click your tongue as he nods, whining and grasping at you. “How bad?”

“So fuckin’ bad, princess. God, I fuckin’ need it, fuck! Please, baby. Let me cum, wanna cum f’you,” Matty gasps, knuckles turning white as his hands fist in the sheets.

You frown, toying with the idea of denying him, revenging yourself for earlier, but he’s trying so hard to be good that you can’t bring yourself to. “Such a slut, Daddy,” you pout. “Gettin’ all dumb for me, huh?” He nods, another whimpered please falling unconsciously from his lips. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum, okay?” 

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his tip, licking the salt of him off your lips. “‘M a slut f’you, baby,” he slurs out. “Only you. My fucking girl.”

“Good boy,” you praise softly, taking Matty’s cock in your mouth and swallowing around him. He fists a hand in your hair, gasping and babbling praise as you bob your head, moaning around him. His choked gasp is the only warning you get before he’s spilling in your mouth, pulsing down your throat as you swallow greedily. Pulling off him with a groan, you sit back on your heels. “Taste so fucking good, Daddy,” you murmur, trailing your hand down his cheek with a smile. He grasps at you, taking greedy handfuls of your skin as he tugs you to him. Settling next to him, you grab his jaw and pull him into a slow, indulgent kiss, pressing the taste of him into his mouth as his lips press insistently against yours.

“Felt so fucking good, princess. Thank you s’much,” Matty murmurs, pressing close to you, his skin hot and sweat-slick against yours.

You laugh, carding a hand through his damp, messy curls, Matty unconsciously stretching up into the touch. “Oh, baby,” you croon. “I’m not done with you yet,” you smirk, and he shudders. “C’mon, lay back for me, Daddy. Want your mouth.”

He obeys, laying back as you straddle his face unashamedly. You’re soaked, dripping on his tongue, grinding down with a low whine. Pleasure licks up your spine as Matty devours you, nails digging into your thighs with eagerness. Your cunt clenches, already close to the edge just from the state of him, moaning helplessly between your thighs. “God,” you say, whining when Matty curls his tongue perfectly, heat throbbing in your core. “Love havin’ you as my fucktoy for a change.” His cock twitches at your words, and you chuckle softly. “Oh, you like that, Daddy? You like hearing what’s good little toy you are for me?” He sucks on your clit and you swallow a scream, blinding ecstasy spiralling through your limbs.

You lose your grip on reality the longer Matty tongue-fucks you, lapping at your soaked cunt with fervour. The burn in your thighs aches deliciously, mixing with the pleasure buzzing insistently in the base of your skull. His name tumbles from your lips, over and over as your awareness of anything else slips away. Your head is hazy, swimming in desire, Matty’s tongue swirling gloriously over your clit. “God, ‘m so fuckin’ close, Daddy,” you gasp, circling your hips faster as Matty dips his tongue back inside you. “Oh, my God,” you whine, pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He curls his tongue, mind-wiping pleasure sending you spiralling. You scream, ecstasy pooling in your belly and flooding out over Matty’s lips and chin as you moan and writhe helplessly on top of him. Molten pleasure hammers in your veins, your body loose on your bones as your hands tangle in the sheets.

“God, felt good,” you praise, climbing off him with a grin. “Love that pretty mouth of yours so much better when you’re not fuckin’ running it.” You pull him in for a kiss, greedily licking the taste of you out of his mouth. Indulgently, lazily, you kiss him for several long, blissful moments, Matty’s hands roaming over your body, electricity arcing under your skin to meet him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.  “Took such good care of me,” he smiles, flushing slightly and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Gently, you scrape your nails over his scalp, Matty practically purring under your touch.

“Can you take a little more, Daddy? For me?” you murmur.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. F’you,” he gasps, hips shifting against the bed. Lust and trepidation war on his face as you rifle through the box again.

“Good boy,” you praise, slicking up his cock and sliding the toy you’ve chosen down his cock until the ring sits at his base, the little vibrator snug against his length. “Have you ever used this with another girl, Daddy?” you tease, an echo of Matty’s usual words when you try something new.

“N-no,” he stammers, trembling with anticipation. “Only you, baby,” he promises.

You smirk, reaching down to switch on the vibrator. Matty gasps sharply, whining and whimpering pathetically as he shifts his hips against the stimulation. “Good answer,” you grin, lining up his cock and sinking down slowly. A long, low moan falls from your lips, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt, pure pleasure rolling over you in waves. “God, s’like you’re my personal rabbit,” you gasp, grinding your clit against the vibrator and whining.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, heat rolling up your spine. “Feels s’fucking good, baby, fuck,” he murmurs, bucking his hips against yours, the sweet jolt of pleasure intense as it rockets through your body. “God, s’so much, I can’t–” he gasps.

“Shh,” you whisper, condescendingly pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m gonna use you to get off, and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, okay, Daddy?” He gives a low, shuddering moan, nodding up at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Slowly, you lift yourself almost all the way off him and slam your hips down, hot pleasure swallowing you whole. Your head tips back, chest heaving as you clench your cunt around him. Matty’s hips buck involuntarily, the sudden change in angle sending pleasure crashing over you.

Your head spins, the vibrations in your cunt working you into a frenzy, hips rolling against him. Obscene moans and slick, wet noises fill the room, your thighs burning gloriously as you bounce on him, heat welling between your legs and flooding your veins. Your body feels like a livewire, anchored to reality by Matty’s hands on your hips, dizzying ecstasy surging through every nerve at once.

Fire coils under your skin, your cunt soaked and dripping over him, your swollen, sensitive clit pressed against the vibrator as Matty gasps under you. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he whines. “Drivin’ me crazy. Fucking– shit!” he hisses, fucking impossibly deep into you, stars shattering behind your lids and euphoria blooming under your skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp, rocking your hips as liquid ecstasy drips down your spine. Matty thrusts into you one final time, the coil of heat between your thighs finally snapping. Your legs shake, your body caving in on itself, collapsing into pure bliss. Your vision whites out, whines and moans falling uncontrollably from your lips. A gush of arousal floods out of you, soaking Matty and pooling under you, sticky and hot against your skin.

“Fuck, shit, wanna cum s’bad, need it, baby, please,” Matty babbles, nails digging sharply into your hips as he shudders and bucks against you, whining incoherently. “Please, angel, it hurts,” he begs, eyes wide and pleading.

You croon softly, cunt fluttering with the aftershocks. “Yeah, go on, Daddy. Been such a good boy. Cum for me, okay?” Your words are all it takes, another achingly familiar reversal as he cums, a sound that’s half a cry of your name and half a keening moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” he gasps, cock pulsing, hips meeting yours in aborted little thrusts.

Slowly, carefully, you climb off him and discard the toy, your body falling limp against the pillows. You pull Matty in for a soft, gentle kiss, pouring every ounce of the feeling in your chest against his mouth. “How… how was that?” you murmur as you pull back. “Are you feeling good?”

Matty gives a glowing smile, your chest warming at the sight. “I feel fucking amazing, princess,” he says, swollen lips meeting yours over and over, like he can’t resist. “Thank you, baby, really. I’ve never, uh… never done anything like that, um, with a girl, before. Felt really fucking good,” he grins dopily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You giggle breathlessly. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.” You curl into him, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. “Always take such good care of me after, too. S’my turn now,” you promise, kissing gently at the corner of his mouth and sitting up. “Gonna get you some water, ‘kay? Run us a bath, maybe light some candles, make it nice for you, yeah?”

Matty gazes at you adoringly from the bed as you stand. “Such a sweet girl,” he says, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, still and sated and happy, the buzz of energy that perpetually emanates from him finally quieted.

“Only for you.”

#goddd this is FILTH #i’m obsessed kinda #that subby sleazy old man WILL save you btw #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #the 1975 fanfic #writing #smut #white and gold

[peabod3]

gn! reader, matty healy x reader, george daniel x reader, implied ross macdonald x reader, implied adam hann x reader, actual smut in this part guys, not too steamy but we are getting there :p

a.n: i made them subby, i have a thing for making men beg ;)

pt1! pt2!

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You and George had bee-lined it off of the stage as soon as the boys’ set was over and you could hear Matty trying desperately to catch up with you.

“Hey- hey guys, fuck! Stop running!”

Laughs rang out behind you, Adam and Ross obviously catching on to your plans for the night.

You could feel the anticipation radiating off of George, his hand in yours buzzing with excited energy. It was a race back to the tour bus, Matty ducking and weaving between crew members trying to catch up with you both but you always stayed a few steps ahead and it was driving him crazy. He had practically thrown his guitar at the stagehand in an effort to catch you both and now all he could do was track your movements via the mop of hair that stood tall above everyone else. God bless George's height. He had started sprinting after you at this point, mind too clouded with need to even register you glancing back at him and beginning to giggle as you tug George along with more force. You reach the bus before him and slam the door shut, but not before he can see you push George onto the pullout in the lounge area.

1- Matty runs up to the door, all he can think about is what you might be doing to George and how blind with jealousy and need it makes him .

2- He twists the handle and hurries inside, shutting the door and taking a deep breath to ground himself.

3- He turns around and lets out a sound so pathetic and hot and full of pure need that he barely registers the fact that it came from him.

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You are lent with your back against the headboard of the pullout bed, legs spread wide and a naked George sat between them. How you got him in this position so quickly is a wonder but Matty’s eyes practically cross as he takes in the sight of his best friends spread out on the bed before him. You, still fully clothed, have one hand on George's face, cupping his jaw, forcing his head straight with a grip that Matty just knows will leave marks. And the other is wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly as you whisper into his ear. George is just as gone as Matty now, eyes fluttering with every word and mouth slack with gasps and moans of pleasure. He is putty in your hands and Matty gets lightheaded with how fast his body reacts to the sight of it. That's when you lock eyes with him and he drops to his knees, palming at his erection with pure desperation. You have given him tunnel vision, he cant hear himself or George but by the smile on your face hes sure hes being far to loud for the thin walls of the tour bus. 

“Look at our boy down there George. I didn't even need to tell him to get on his knees but there he is, being such a good boy~, arent you Matty?”

They both let out moans at your words, George's tongue briefly lolling out of his mouth and Matty beginning to clamber onto the bed. You watch him as he gets closer before hardening your gaze and stopping him dead in his tracks, suspended mid air above one of George's knees. 

“I said arent you Matty?” 

Oh. You had wanted an answer from him. Maybe the whimper he lets out will do? Nope, your staring even harder now. The blood is leaving his head so quickly that the world is beginning to spin. 

“I-i am, oh~”

You had done that on purpose. Sunk your fingers into George’s mouth, making him moan and his legs spasm. His left knee had bucked into Mattys crotch and god had it felt good. Matty had become totally shameless, his body moving without a second thought. All he could focus on was the wonderful pressure between his thighs and the way George was hollowing his cheeks around your fingers. 

“Aww Matty, why wont you say it? Don't you want to be my good boy? Should I call in the others instead? Mm, think they'll be good boys for me?” No! Don't leave now! He wants to be good! He does, he promises! 

“George is my good boy, arent you?” That earns you a whimpering moan from the man in your lap but seeing both of these boys at your mercy has boosted you ego and you want to see how far you can push it. Push them.

Pulling your fingers from his mouth makes George let out a whine that trails off  as you grip his jaw again and lean in closer. “Say it baby, tell Matty what you are.” His eyes roll back in his head and his hips buck frantically into your hand. “yes, yes! good boy- i'm your good boy! i am, i am, i promise! good boy for you, ah~” You slide your fingers back into his waiting mouth and he continues moaning around them while you stare at Matty. He's close now, you can tell in the way is eyebrows pull up in the middle and his jaw hangs slightly loose, tongue lolling about as he watches George's dance lustfully around your fingers. You can't have him coming just yet. Not before hes begged for it.

“Now Matty,” you catch his attention, “dont you have something to say?”

#matty healy #george daniel #matty healy x reader #george daniel x reader #the 1975 #matty healy smut #george daniel smut #subby boys for the win <3

[becca-e-barnes]

My fyp has been inundated with videos of a beautifully dishevelled Matty Healy and it's giving me so many submissive CEO vibes 🙈

Because I can't stop thinking about leaning against the edge of CEO!Bucky's desk, maybe after or during the office Christmas party.

You're still fully dressed, cradling the glass of white wine you brought up from the party downstairs and feeling pretty well put together compared to the man in front of you. Your blouse has lost its top button but that's nothing compared to how Bucky looks.

Bucky's white shirt is entirely undone, his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled to his elbows and his shirt is untucked from the waistband of his black dress trousers.

Not only that, he's kneeling on the plush carpet in front of you, between your slightly spread legs, desperate for some relief.

You've teased him relentlessly tonight. You know you have. You've sent him photos and filthy messages, promising what he already knows; that you're soaking wet and looking forward to getting him alone.

But now you've got him alone and you're not ready to give in just yet. He sounds so sweet when he begs and no one begs like he does. He's already dropped to his knees, intent on worshipping every inch of skin he has access to until you grant him permission to kiss further and right now, that's the expanse of skin between your ankle and the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Baby..." He whispers, holding one of your ankles in his hands while he charts a course of open mouthed kisses over your skin. "You're fucking relentless."

You can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He knows exactly how to make you feel sexy and confident and it's dizzying.

"You didn't tell me to stop." Your fingers drift through his hair and for a brief second, his lips pull away from your skin.

"Why the fuck would I tell you to stop?" That thought hadn't crossed his mind. Despite the risk and his own frustration, he never considered asking you for less. He only ever wanted more.

"You got yourself all worked up. You were so horny and pathetic you couldn't even focus on small talk." While he resumes his worship of your right leg, you press the pointed toe of your left shoe to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.

"Don't ever stop. Please." He whispers, his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to give into his own need to grind against the sole of your shoe.

You chuckle, pressing a little harder, earning you a groan from the man you're ruining. "Do you hear yourself? You're a stupid little mess and it's fucking embarrassing." It only takes you a second to hike your skirt up, pressing your own panties to the side and his eyes are now fixed on your soaking wet sex.

"Don't get excited." You chastise. "I'm going to play and you're going to watch. If you're well behaved, I'll let you fuck yourself stupid in me but only if I think you deserve it." Two of your fingers drift over your glistening cunt, teasing your clit before sinking into your fluttering entrance.

The quiet, slick sounds of your arousal are almost too much for Bucky but he's even more overwhelmed when your press your wet fingertips to his plump bottom lip. Despite what he needs, he doesn't lick his lip immediately; he knows better than to do that.

"Good boy." You hum your approval once you're satisfied he's waited long enough. God, you feel powerful like this, watching someone so influential and composed come apart under the sole of your shoe.

#becca's thots #ceo!bucky #subby!bucky #sub!bucky #I'd love to hear 'Robbers' live 😩 #I didn't see the appeal of Matty but these videos have converted me #the amount of times I checked that I hadn't linked those videos from my poetry tiktok account #cause that would've been the most embarrassing thing to happen to me in 2022 #imagine exposing your own simping like that #couldn't be me #another one of the girls in my second job quit 🥺 #I didn't like her as much #but now I'm probably going to be working the entire week between Christmas and the new year bc they'll be short staffed #I was looking forward to a break 😩 #might treat myself to a Dyson airwrap to make up for it hehehe

[sugar-coat-it]

AGGHH THE REQUEST I GOT YESTERDAY IS CRAAAZY

anon you’re lovely I will get that out to you asap

In other news, SITUATIONSHIPS ARE THE DEVIL

#thinking so many thoughts #it’s a slightly subby matty request if yall are curious 🤭 #yapping

[allylikethecat]

Matty/George and no. 36 🥰

on anon so there's no pressure if you don't feel like it!

Oh my gosh this is so exciting no one has ever actually sent me a request for one of those prompts I reblog before. Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you're looking for? It's probably not since it's not what I intended to write but alas it is what has happened and I hope you like it! Please let me know!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... to give up control 

Matty was drunk. The world was moving around him in slow motion, like a montage in a movie, panning across the party, highlighting the short skirts and high heels of glistening bodies, drinks spilling on the floor as people moved to the beat. Matty could feel the hyper pop bass in his chest, deep and pulsing as George worked the crowd. This wasn’t his scene anymore, he didn’t know if it ever truly had been, or if he had just wanted it to be. He was too old to be here, bringing up the median age ten years with his presence alone. The gray in his hair was au naturale instead of a stylized fashion statement. He didn’t wear glitter anymore. He wondered if he should. 

There was a new drink in his hand, he wasn’t sure what number it was, some kind of toxic, neon concoction sure to leave him bent over the toilet later from the sugar alone, to say nothing of the paint stripping alcohol content. He hardly drank liquor anymore, and he was paying for it with the way the colors blurred before his eyes, like a watercolor painting. 

It’s what he wanted though. He wanted to stop thinking, his head had been too loud lately. His thoughts a flashing neon sign, buzzing in an off rhythm reminding him that he was a bad person, the grave he dug himself becoming deeper and deeper each time he tried to course correct. At the rate he was going the cadaver dogs wouldn’t even be able to find his body, buried abandoned under the forest floor of his own creation. His doctors wanted to adjust his meds. He wanted to bring himself to take them in the first place, the pill bottles collecting dust in his bathroom, the seals unbroken. 

He wanted to step outside of his body, he wanted to see the world from the outside, he wanted to see if there was a way to salvage the situation, if there was a way to salvage the sad life and times of Matthew Timothy Healy or if he was destined to be a footnote in music history, consumed by a persona of his own creation. He didn’t know where he started and his character ended. He didn’t know if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure he was going to like what he found. He took a sip of his drink. It burned all the way down. He wanted to give up control for a little while. He didn’t want to think, he didn’t want to be, he just wanted to exist.

Matty stumbled forward, spilling his drink, the bright liquid splashing against the cuff of his button down, causing the fabric to stick to his wrist uncomfortably as someone pressed themselves against his back, grinding their hips against his ass. He turned, eyes flashing with liquid confidence, ready to tell them to fuck off, the words “respect for your elders” curled against the tip of his tongue when he looked up, making eye contact with George. His set must be over, Matty thought dimly as George spun him around the rest of the way and tugged him close, slotting their bodies together front to front, his fingers digging into the new meat of Matty’s hips possessively. 

Matty dropped his drink, the heavy cocktail glass shattering as it hit the ground, sending the thick razor shards in all directions, crunching under Matty’s boots as they swayed. His hands groping at Geroge’s shoulders as he pressed closer, as if he tried hard enough he could crawl into George’s skin and they could become one. He buried his face into the divot between George’s pecs, his own patterned buttoned down nearly open to the navel, the valley of which was at perfect eye level as he breathed in the sweaty musk that was so purely George. George’s hands snaked under the gauzy fabric of his shirt, untucking it from his slacks as his blunt nails scraped against the delicate skin of his flank causing him to shiver.

“What did you think?” George asked, his voice hot against Matty’s ear, the timber of his voice vibrating through his chest, straight to Matty’s lips. Matty whined in response, his head felt heavy from both the alcohol in his veins and the haze of being so completely enveloped, so completely consumed by George.

“That good?” George asked, with a chuckle, that went straight to Matty’s dick. Distantly, he was impressed it still worked with how much he had to drink. George knew that Matty hated the synthetic hyper pop beats, knew that he hated the clubs George played under a false name, knew that he would be there anyway, drinking uncomfortably on the fringes of the crowd supporting him full heartedly. 

George tilted Matty’s head back, bringing their lips together, licking at Matty’s teeth, at the sickly sweet cocktails he had been drinking, probing for the ever present tang of tobacco even though it had been over an hour since his last cigarette. Matty moaned against George’s mouth, a soft low pitch sound as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled, loose and entirely at George’s mercy. George pulled back, breathing heavily, knowing that Matty was slipping away, knowing they were standing in a crowded room, knowing he needed to take Matty home. A string of saliva connecting them before Matty’s tongue darted out, hot and slick, stained purple from the cocktails to lick as his lower lip, as if searching for the remnants of George left on his skin.  

“We’re leaving.” George said and Matty nodded sluggishly, the lights were on but no one was home as he slipped further into the haze.

George knew that sometimes Matty needed to get out of his own head. He knew that sometimes he needed to stop thinking, and that sometimes he needed someone else to be in control.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #questions #answers #prompt fill #drabble #matty x george #matty healy rpf #george daniel rpf #the 1975 rpf #matty x george rpf #wow i hope this doesnt suck and that you like it #ive been on a fall out boy kick and attempted to kinda write in a pete wentz style #this was supposed to be sweet subby matty and some how turned into drunk emo matty #but i guess that makes sense because i do love to torture fictional matty and make his life miserable #anyway let me know what you think #be brutal #unless you hate it in which case please tell me that in the nicest way possible #also i could not for the life of me get it to post under a read more cut and i am sorry

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Subby! Matt Jackson Headcanons

This comes from a conversation with @omg-im-such-a-masochist

^this man is a bottom and we all know it

Matt on the outside (aka to the rest of the world) exuded confidence and top energy

But when he was in the safety of either your apartment or his house, this man is a huge sub

He can be a very whiny sub but he is a sub nonetheless

He expects all of your attention at all times and will bother you until you give it to him

After he and Nick lost the tag titles at ALL OUT, when he came back home (unbeknownst to everyone but you) he cried for almost two days

Thank god you had a job that allowed you to work from home because he would NOT let you leave the bed. At all. For any reason.

If you had to pee? He cried harder because your cuddles would be gone

Same for when you had to answer the door for the pizza delivery.

For the days before he and Nick had to go on another loop all you did was cuddle. And of course some sex

You held him until your arms went numb and gave him all the forehead kisses even though you knew he wanted the titles back

Now comes the ✨spicy bits✨

Let’s make one thing clear. Matthew Jackson is a pillow princess

He has no problem making you do all the work

But there are times where he tries keyword being “tries” to be in charge and it doesn’t work

He enjoys bottoming way too much

This man LOVES to be pegged

When he has a long stretch of days off, he will wear a buttplug with your initials on it.

On those times he fully falls into the submissive headspace.

When he brats (it happens more often than you’d like) you punish him by making him do the work

He absolutely hates that

You’ll also punish him by fucking him until he passes out from overstimulation

If you have important work to do he’ll sit by your feet and suck on your strap (or your cock)

You always praise him by running your fingers through his long hair and giving him small smiles

After you get your work done, you peg him for HOURS

So much so that he walks with a limp the next day

You always tell him that he’s “your good boy and no one else’s”

During sex he THRIVES off of praise

He calls you Mistress or Master (if you identify as masculine)

He loves when you use him to chase your own release

He is a puddle of cum and pleasure once you’re through with him

Overall this man is a sweet, subby baby who needs all the love at all times

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Holy shit, this is honestly the fastest thing I’ve written about. Like it felt so easy to write and that scares me lol. Hope you guys enjoy it! I’ll hopefully have up some of my other drafts today but we’ll see how it goes!

#aew imagine #aew smut #aew x reader #matt jackson #matt jackson smut #sub! matt jackson #such a subby baby #matty #i love him your honor #aew headcannon

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Bad Day (Matt)

Request: I NEEED A MATT FIC He had a bad day or sum and reader knows anyways he's in the shower and reader comes in with a like "I'm here" and he's like "in here" and she gets in the shower w him and presses against him from behind and like jerks him from behind and he's just like soft and sweet and a lil subby just whining

Warnings: Soft, no actually sex, sub Matt, shower, jerking off, needy Matt, super fluffy, comfort

AN: Super short little blurb

Y/n’s Pov

I was out doing meetings and stuff all day, but that didn’t stop me from responding to my boyfriend’s texts when he told me he was having a bad day. Matt had told me things just kept going wrong today and he was stressed out so I told him to meet me at my apartment because I’d be home soon.

After an hour or so, I finally got home but didn’t see Matt, I knew he was here though because his shoes were in the living room. “Matt, I’m home. Where are you?” I called out into my one bedroom apartment. “I’m here, in the shower.” He called back out to me, sounding a bit down as I started walking towards the bathroom.

“Can I join you, baby?” “Yeah, I just got in.” I joined Matt in the shower and we washed our hair/bodies but before Matt could turn off the water, I wrapped my arms around him from behind. I started to kiss his shoulder, feeling him relax into my touch as I pressed my body against him.

“You’ve had a hard day, let me make you feel good?” I asked, already knowing Matt would say yes, “Please Y/n/n?” he whimpered. I angled myself so I was still behind him but not to the right side as I started leaving ghostly touches across his cock.

Matt whined and threw his arm over my shoulders, “Please touch me.” he desperately begged. Without saying a word, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started giving it long, slow strokes before slightly speeding up.

His moans were so whiny and perfect as I continued touching him, running my thumb over his tip. “Feel good Matty? You’re being such a good boy for me.” I praised him once I knew he was getting close.

My pace quickened as Matt started bucking his hips into my hand, “Y/n… ‘m gonna cum!” he whimpered before letting out a loud moan as he came all over my hand. I quickly rinsed it off before turning Matt around and giving him a soft kiss as I turned off the water.

Once we had dried off and gotten changed, we headed to my room to lay down and cuddle. “Do you feel any better?” I asked Matt while playing with his hair. “So much better, thank you. I love you!” “I love you too!” I replied. We continued to cuddle until we had both fallen into a peaceful sleep.

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[dmercer91]

I need more of subby!matt!!! Please

closer, mk23

18+!! (1.1k) sorry this took so long! thank you for requesting <3

plot? who is she

this man spends his days rotting my brain

“it literally could not have been any less your fault, matty. only one team wins it,” you mumbled, matthew tucked into your arms with a pout since the leafs had been eliminated from the playoffs

he’d been clingy since the concussion, always wanting to be in your arms and you were enjoying spending time with him, but you also knew it was because he felt guilty

this was something you had dealt with since you'd started dating matthew - he had a great sense of responsibility, but sometimes it went too far and that quickly soiled into guilt

“what can i do to help, baby?” you ran your fingers through his hair, then cupped his face so he’d look up at you.

he shrugged in return, mumbling gibberish into your chest after he’d hidden himself back away into it

you bit your lip, trying to think of things that might cheer him up, but you came up short, so you just rubbed his back soothingly.

eventually he hummed and tapped your arm, grabbing your attention

“want you closer,” you smiled softly, his request endearing, but not possible

“you’re on top of me, matty,” you giggled and he whined in response, clearly not a fan of the answer you had given him. nonetheless, he just squeezed you harder and closed his eyes again.

again, a few moments later, he tapped your arm, now looking up at you hopefully.

you tilted your head, as if to ask what he needed

“y’ could warm me? you’d be close, that way. closer to me,” he was already tugging at your panties, adjusting himself so your hips were aligned and he’d be able to slip inside of you

you raised an eyebrow and he gave you a begging look, wanting to be quite literally attached to you

“ok, baby. yeah, i can warm you if you want,” you cooed, letting him do the work of undressing you and himself.

he used some of the lube off your night stand, and you flinched at the cold, but quickly recovered when he wasted absolutely no time before pushing into you, whining softly when he bottomed out.

“s’ that better, matty?” you asked once he’d snuggled back into your arms, your height difference making it so his head was set on top of yours with your new position.

he hummed in response, a content smile now on his face.

your position lasted maybe thirty seconds until he was pushing his hips further into yours, a small huff falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure.

"matty," you warned him quietly, shooting him a look of disapproval. he murmured an apology, explaining that he just needed to adjust, but you knew he was lying to you.

you knew because he was throbbing inside of you, and he was flushed with need from head to toe.

you knew because he did it again as soon as you looked back towards the screen of your phone.

you knew because he looked down at you to see if you noticed, but you had ignored it.

you knew because when he did it a third time, he whimpered into your hair and did it again, this time involuntarily, his hands clenching into fists

"matthew!" you held the back of his head, moving him so he was forced to look at you.

he frowned, blown eyes begging you quietly to let him keep going.

"m' sorry, baby. it feels so good, m' sorry.. it's so-" he cut himself off with another thrust and a small whine, eyes falling shut. he tugged his head away from your hand, hiding his face into you so he didn't have to face you

"can i- can i please keep going, i want.. i wanna keep going i need to cum, baby, please," you grinned to yourself and shook your head at him.

he let out a shaky breath and nodded to tell you that he understood, hips coming to a halt and arms squeezing around your waist.

he did well, not budging at all, but when you looked up at him, his face was scrunched in concentration and you could tell that the only thing going on in his head was listening to what you'd told him

so you made it harder.

you squeezed around him, and he just kissed your head, muffling the sound of the whine he was begging to let out.

so you did it again, squirming in your place as if you'd been adjusting.

"ah, fuck," he whimpered, head tilting up and jaw clenching slightly.

"sorry, matty. it's my ribs again," he shook his head, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling open and closed a few times before he spoke

"it's okay, baby, it's- mh, fine, promise" you hummed appreciatively at him and kissed his cheek, cupping his face and looking up into his eyes

he looked panicked, like he'd done something wrong and felt like you were about to ban him from touching you for the rest of the week.

"so good for me, hm? d' you want kisses?" you asked, stretching out your words to make it seem like you were about to give into him and let him fuck you.

he recovered quickly from the small disappointment, blinking the surprise out of his eyes and nodding eagerly

you kissed him sweetly, fingers moving to twist his hair, but the second you swiped your tongue along the bottom of his lip, his hips snapped.

he pulled away from your lips and shook his head to himself, apologizing quietly

“m’ sorry, you feel so- ngh, you feel so good ‘round me, baby, your pussy s’ like heaven,” he choked out, cock throbbing so intensely inside you, you thought he might cum.

“please, can i move, baby? wanna make you feel good, please. n’ i won’t cum t’il you tell me, i promise. promise i’ll listen real good for you” he was just babbling now, continuing on and on about how he’d behave if only he got to rock his hips

“oh, baby. you can’t control yourself? i can get off, if you need,” you teased and he shook his head rapidly, hands instinctively moving to your thighs and squeezing, pulling you tight to him so you couldn't move away

“no! no, no. i’m okay, baby, don’t need to get off” you smiled and kissed matt on the cheek, loving the feeling of his breath shaking and his fists gripping your shirt

“go ahead, matty”

#e’s fics #e goes a little feral #matthew knies #matthew knies x reader #matthew knies smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

[ughgoaway]

currently thinking of teacher girlie seeing matty in makeup for the first time... so much subby matty potential there I fear <3

"That's it sweet boy, cry that pretty makeup off for me. oh look at you, already so fucked out and we've barely even started. you poor baby." you say with a faux pout, wiping the black tears that drip down mattys face and stain his neck. Smudging his lipstick carelessly as you do, admiring the red streaks you leave behind.

my pretty boy <333333

#can you tell i love subby matty and makeup matty #like imagine the makeup with the suits... #the juxtaposition!!! matty you love that cmon!!! do it! do it! do it! #do i expand on this... #teacher au!

[tillthelandslide]

Lou's Fic Recs (new)

Matty:

piercer Matty! Part 1 & part 2 by @sugar-coat-it

does it matter by @procrastinatinglikeapro

mechanic Matty by @noacfslut

and I'm petrified of being alone, now by @heyidkyay

hot to go @noacfslut

white and gold & the nsfw alphabet by @wreckedandpolemic

George:

dancing like she way out by @toomuchracket

one for the road by @abiiors

night, midnight, lose my mind by @grocerystorelist

car head by @wreckedandpolemic

subby matty by @think0fmehigh

Ross:

bunny by @abiiors

this by @abiiors (anything she writes is gold btw)

pierced by @wrestletotheground

workout ross by @wrestletotheground

the spring curse by @abiiors

new writers ( this is a new thing im doing but everytime i'll be including some new writers -to me, that ive read, that i think you should check out <3 )

@abboutross has some great ross fics and im enjoying her new series anywhere you go

@coucous-ballad posted this recently and i hope she writes more bc i love her

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[haveyouseenherlately]

thinking about riding Matty while his hands are tied behind his back yummy yummy monday evening thoughts

oh my god anon, thank you for this.

are you in my head? because this is something i've been wanting to chat about regarding soft subby bf matty but haven't gone around to doing a proper blurb so here are some ramblings that i hope make sense. it's just a run-on stream of consciousness thing with no formatting and no real ending. i also got too carried away so it is a longer one lol

warning: 18+, smut, reader is upset. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

okay, so imagine you just got home from a fucking awful day of work. freaking debbie from accounting is back at it, making your job impossible and a living hell. who knows what her problem is. anyway. right away when you enter the apartment you are greeted by the scent of a delicious pasta that your dear bf matty is preparing because he's one damn good cook (it's canon for him, lol). you go to the kitchen and sit at the bar, watching as matty whips up the alfredo sauce which is your favourite. matty greets you without looking at first because he's too focused on getting the proper cheese to cream ratio for the sauce, but once he does, he knows right away that something's off.

bad day, huh?

you make some sort of confirming grunt before you rest your forehead on the cold marble countertop. because your head is down, you don't notice the sad expression on matty's face; he cares about you too much so anytime you're feeling down he cannot help but feel upset, too. he takes one last taste of the sauce (perfect!) before he pulls it off the fire and places it on a trivet. as much as he loves cooking and prepping dinner for you, he wants to make you feel better. so the pasta can wait. bless him.

he takes off his denim apron (which has a drawing of a rooster on the front, for some reason...) before heading over to your side. you feel the warm palm of his hand rub your back in the gentlest of ways while his other grabs your hand. c'mon darling. you raise your head to finally look at your surroundings again only to realize that he stove burners are off and his apron is crumpled on the countertop.

matty, what about the food, i know you like finish-

don't worry about it, love, the food will still taste good later on. let's go.

you're not one to deny him, so you get off the stool and follow his lead as he takes you over to the living room, guiding you to both to sit on the sofa.

he asks about your day as he knows talking makes you feel better in these sort of occasions but it catches him off guard (and you as well, truly) when you just start sobbing uncontrollably as you recount your day. the stress and pressure has been building in your body that all you can really do is cry out of frustration. matty instantly brings you close so you're straddling him, arms wrapped tightly around you, trying to provide some sort of comfort as the tears just stream down your face soaking the fabric of his shirt. your head is buried in the crook of his neck, giving him access to gently kiss the skin of your exposed neck, continuously whispering it's okay, it's okay.

and everything is usually okay, but this time you cannot help but feel an overwhelming mixture of anger and exhaustion. it's bad enough that you've subconsciously grabbed fistfuls of your boyfriend's curly hair, and when you realize you're doing so, you instantly jerk away, apologizing profusely while more tears streak down your face.

oh no, i'm sorry. i'm so sor--

he urgently but carefully grabs your face between his hands, bringing his forehead against yours. it's okay, it's okay. everything feels like too much right now, that not even the sensation of his gentle fingers on your face can soothe whatever is brewing inside you.

and at that moment you cannot help but kiss him. hard, fast and hungrily. he whimpers against your lips at the shock of it all, but doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, letting you take the lead and set the pace. teeth clashing against each other, you bitting at his bottom lip, shoving your tongue in his mouth constantly. it's messy and aggressive but he doesn't stop you, only pulling away to catch your breath, looking down at the crumbled fabric of his now over stretched shirt clenched in between your fingers.

seeing his dishevelled state--red swollen lips, unruly hair, wrinkled top--is enough to edge you on to continue, now focusing on leaving marks all over his neck, around the several necklaces that he wears. there's nothing gentle about it, a sharp contrast as to how softly he's holding on to your waist. you lick, bite, suck at any skin that you find, leaving behind countless bruises along the way as he moans uncontrollably underneath you. your left hand is back on his hair, pulling at it so his neck is exposed, while your right one is aimlessly trying to unbutton his pants but failing miserably. god knows you're already frustrated enough, so you just grab one of matty's hands and bring it over to the front of his jeans so he can undo the pesky button and zipper himself. once he's done, he places your palm back at the top of his pants, giving him a mumbled thank you before you slide your fingers under the fabric of his boxers.

you waste no time and start stroking his cock as fast as you can, all while you desperately kiss him leaving you both breathless once more. because of your erratic pace, it doesn't take long for matty to begin losing control. you know he's getting near his climax because of the way his legs are starting to shake and how close he pulls your body against him. however, you're too deep in whatever trance has possessed over you, that you take your hand away as to not let him finish. not yet at least.

and before he says anything about it, you get off his lap and on to your feet, dragging him up with you so you can take off his pants and underwear completely. you instruct him to remove his shirt and you swear he's never done it faster in his life. instantly your lips are clashing against each other for the millionth time that night, giving you the chance to reach behind your head and undo the white silk scarf holding up your ponytail. again, you're not entirely sure what's taken over your mind and body, but before you know it, you tie matty's wrists behind his back.

you push him down on the couch, bitting your bottom lip and silently asking him if this is alright. the fucked out expression and small smile tugging at the corner of his lips is all the confirmation you need.

please.

you take off your soaked underwear but decide to keep your floral cotton dress on because you know it's his favourite. it's the least you can do for how you've been treating him. not that he minds; it's quite the opposite in fact. with each of your knees to his sides, you straddle him for the second time that night, grabbing his cock and guiding him to your cunt before you sink down and take him all at once.

and it fucking hurts. having him inside you without any foreplay is probably a stupid choice, but part of you hopes that the pain can help take away some of the anger and resentment built up in your body not only from that day, but weeks and months prior. more tears end up streaming down your face. from the pain or anger, you don't know. probably both.

hey, hey. love are you ok-?

you cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything else, but you look at him and nod, glassy eyes assuring him that it is okay. he returns an understanding, soft look, and that's when you finally begin to move your hips, grinding hard against his dick so you can feel every single inch of him inside you. in that instant you see his brown eyes roll to the back of his head, mumbling a fuck against the palm of your hand. you work yourself up to a steady pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down his cock to hit that spot inside you which makes you delusional.

with your fingers still over his open mouth, you can hear his muffled moans, his spit now covering the palm of your hand and dripping down his chin. it's fucking obscene sight but one that you hope you'll never forget.

making sure that his eyes are on yours, you finally take the hand off his mouth. his gaze follows as you take your soaked fingers and guide them under your dress, your high pitched moans a clear sign that you have started to rub your clit.

oh my fucking god.

he snaps his head up to look at you with the most lustful yet loving expression on his face. the adoration radiating off him is too much for you to handle and you cannot help but smile, the first time you’d done so during that whole day. there is no more pain, no more tears, just pure pleasure running through your body, washing away the frustration.

thank you.

#sorry for ending it there #hope this makes some sense #bf matty blurb #anon asks #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #bf matty #matty healy smut #smutty asks #matty asks #bf matty asks

[sugar-coat-it]

request request request!!! i love ur writing so much and all i can think about is thigh riding w matty maybe he cums in his pants

AHHHHHHHHHH anon I love you thank you <3 

Um yeah he’s gonna cum in his pants… who do you think I am

I’m combining this + a horny plotline I’ve been wanting to write 

Made him just a tad subby, I hope that's cool!

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Matty sits at the edge of your bed, his leg bouncing with anticipation as he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. You’d asked him to let you do a little fashion show for him with some new things you’d bought, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, except today it wasn’t with clothes, but with various lingerie pieces. He’s anxiously eyeing the bag on your sheets, praying that there aren’t any more sets in there, because he swears he might explode if there are. You’d already shown off a pretty sheer babydoll, a lacy set with cutouts, and an embroidered corset with a matching thong. He wanted to rip every single one of them off of your body, his hands white-knuckling at the sheets to try and control himself. You specifically told him that he was only meant to look, he couldn’t touch because you “weren’t sure which one’s you’re going to keep”. Bullshit. Matty knows better, you’re playing with him and you know it too. So, he’s been stuck here, painfully straining against his trousers and watching as you flaunt around in pieces of fabric that clad you so scantily, there’s almost no point in wearing anything at all. But, then again, he can’t deny how absolutely stunning you are in every one of them, he feels grateful just to be in your presence. There’s something so endearing about the way he reacts at the sight of you each time, how he swallows hard, a flush on his cheeks as his eyes widen with pure wonderment, you’d think he’d never seen you this bared to him before. 

“Okay, last one!” you call from behind the bathroom door, making your final adjustments to the undergarments. 

“It fuckin’ better be…” he mutters to himself, not even trying to hide the effects of the predicament you’ve put him in, he’s sat with his legs spread out. 

You’re just absolutely beaming before you’ve even got the door open, already knowing that this one will be his favorite, you can hardly wait to see the look on his face. You step out into your room and relish in the way Matty’s jaw just drops, a warmth spreading across your skin at how ravenous he looks right now with his legs spread open like that. Saving the best for last, you’d picked out a set consisting of a cupless bra and crotchless panties, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His cock jumps immediately, Matty groans lowly at the way he can’t control the aching throbs beneath his trousers.

“Holy fuck,” he gapes, covering his mouth with disbelief, his tongue practically hanging out.

His breath is hot and panting against his hand, he feels like he’s burning up, god, the torture you’re putting him through. It, without a doubt, was his favorite of the lineup, despite how you look unfathomably sexy in all of them. You slink closer to him, watching the way his hands twitch and tense at his sides with the effort of not reaching out to feel you. He moans under his breath as you do a little turn in front of him, letting Matty see the full effect of the look and more specifically, an eyeful of your perfect ass. With that, he loses his patience, quickly deciding your rules can be damned as his hands move to hold your hips, he just needs something, anything to satiate himself. You bat him away before he can get to you, taking a step back as you tilt your head at him enticingly, clicking your tongue at his impulsiveness. Matty groans with frustration, his expression somewhere between a pout and a snarl.

“Fuck’s sake! Are you serious? My dick is so hard it fucking hurts, I’m genuinely going to die, you evil, evil woman!” he complains, motioning to the sizeable bulge, thick and straining against his thigh.

“Aww, poor thing,” you tease, leaning against your armoire as you cross your arms over your chest, only further accentuating your tits.

You turn away from him completely now, ignoring the way he’s trying not to literally pounce on you as you look at yourself in the floor-length mirror. You do look damn good, you can’t say you blame your boyfriend for being dangerous levels of horny. Humming, you run your hands over your sides, smoothing your fingers over the delicate straps holding the lingerie together. 

“I dunno if I’m going to keep it. What do you think?” you muse, glancing at him through the reflection in the mirror, he’s almost drooling, it’s only reminding you of how much power you really hold over him. 

Matty stays eerily quiet, you’re not even sure if he’s fully hearing you, his head too full with his urgent desire, his lust-darkened eyes trained on the curve of your ass. He doesn’t like being told he can’t do something, especially when what he wants is right in front of him, it drives him absolutely mental. He’s plotting what he can say or do to make you crumble, to have you begging him to touch you. You interrupt the turning of the gears in his head by moving to straddle one of his legs, Matty’s eyes snapping up to look at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, now unabashedly staring at your body poised on his thigh. He’s stonewalled by the rules you set that blatantly oppose his desire to take what’s in front of him, candy dangled right in front of his face. 

“If I can’t touch you, you can at least make this all worth my while, don’t you think?” he grumbles, blowing a frustrated puff of air up into his curls. 

“Oh, you want a different kind of show?” you smile coyly, knowing that your reasons for keeping him on the sidelines are flimsy, but it’s so damn fun. 

Matty just stares at you with lidded eyes, his head tilted back slightly as his hands fist at the blanket, knuckles white with the self-control he's exerting. He’s not interested in games anymore, impatience written all over his face. You take this as the perfect opportunity to start to slowly rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, your bare cunt against his jeans due to the panties being totally crotchless. Matty shudders as he realizes what you’re doing, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly at the wet dream coming to life in front of him. You sigh out, finding a rhythm that suits you as you grind yourself on him, angling your hips so the rough fabric of his jeans catches just right against you. Pretty whimpers spill from your lips as Matty suddenly flexes the muscles in his thigh, encouraging you to go a little faster now as he creates the perfect surface for you to get yourself off on. Matty bites his lip with a groan, feeling you soaking into his jeans, a small wet patch forming as you work your hips shamelessly, he feels like he’s burning up with the effort of not grabbing your waist and guiding you, pressing you down harder against his thigh. You’re purposefully moaning a little louder than usual, really wanting to be his little star performer tonight as you ride his thigh, your tits bouncing with the effort of your movements. 

“Fuck…” he mutters, hot pants of breath parting his lips as he watches you, his cock throbbing so hard it’s almost painful.

You let out a lewd whine of his name, tossing your head back as you reach for your breasts, cupping them in your hands partly to make yourself feel good, and partly to drive Matty insane. You circle your peaked nipples with your thumbs, relishing in the sensations that tingle and spread over your flushed skin, a harsh pang of pleasure rippling deep inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the way it all builds up, your pleasure only compounding with Matty’s intense eyes burning into you. He’s not even sure what to keep his gaze on, your gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, your hands grasping at your exposed tits, or at the mess you’re making on his thigh. He’s overwhelmed, his darling girl must have learned from the best on how to put on a good show. 

“Darlin’, love, please. Please, can I touch you? Need to feel you, hon, you’re killing me,” he rambles breathily, his chest heaving as he keeps his thigh flexed for you.

You just shake your head, not even bothering to open your eyes as you keep dragging your aching cunt against his thigh, feeling quite confident that you can get off on your own. Although, you’re quite pleased that he’s resorted to pleading now, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. Matty, however, is anything but pleased.

“No?” he repeats, frustration clear in his tone as his jaw clenches. 

He’s about to bitch about it some more before you open your eyes and grab his chin swiftly, keeping a firm grip on his face to shut him up. You’ve got a wild look in your eyes that has Matty suddenly silenced, his breath catching in his throat at this sudden show of authority. 

“No. You’re gonna fucking watch,” you grin spitefully between panting breaths, the pace of your hips unfaltering. 

And just like that, he whimpers, squirming a little against the mattress as his erection twitches in his jeans, murmuring something unintelligible under his breath. You keep your hold on his pretty face with one hand while the other keeps toying with your breast, adding to the pleasurable sensations flowing through you in waves. You’re staring at each other with such intensity, it’s making heat thrum under your skin, your heart beating out of your chest. Moaning wantonly, you go a little faster, losing your coherent rhythm as you start to buck and squirm on his thigh, trying to inch closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. Matty tilts his head down to kiss at the palm of your hand that’s gripping his jaw, running the tip of his tongue along the edge of your thumb. Your eyes widen, but you don’t stop him, allowing him to bend the rules for the sake of the way the sight of it is making your mind fuzzy. He’s getting into it now, you can tell, he is no longer fighting the position he’s in.

“Shit, close,” you gasp, your head tilting back as you keep riding, chasing your high at your poor boyfriend’s expense (though, really, who is he to complain? His hot girlfriend is using him to get off).

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Gonna use me till you’re creaming on my jeans?” he whispers, never one to keep his filthy thoughts to himself.

You nod quickly, whining as you rut against him, your hold on him tightening along with the tension inside of you, relief just at your fingertips. Matty moans loudly, his brows deeply furrowed as he watches you tip over the edge right before his eyes. Your back arches as a silent cry overtakes your features, your lips part in a perfect circle as your eyes squeeze shut, shuddering throughout your whole body as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves. Your hips stutter against his thigh, having thoroughly left your mark on his jeans, traces of you stained on the fabric. When your eyes hazily blink open again, you’re met with Matty’s pretty, lidded eyes, a blush dusted on his cheeks up to his ears as he breaths heavily, quivers running through him like aftershocks. At first, you just thought his expression was due to how sexy he found the whole thing, but then you glance down to see a sizeable wet patch near his now softening erection. Your eyes go wide, Matty watching as the pieces click together for you. He just bites his lip, knowing he can’t hide the fact that he just came untouched from watching you ride his thigh. Shocked, you can hardly manage your next two words before, of course, he cuts you off.

“Did you-”

“Piss off…”

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