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forcryingoutlloud · 14 days

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bodyguard - matty healy (snippet)

this is part of a bodyguard!matty x popstar!girlie fic i started writing like two months ago and abandoned.. but maybe i'll come back to finish this fic if you guys are interested in it hehe <3

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For as long as you could remember, Matty had been by your side protecting you.

Through all the years of your career, many things have changed, from your style to your hair color and even down to the men that clung not only to your arm but also to your fame, but one thing has always stayed consistent in your life - Matty.

You hired Matty on a whim, shocking your team considering he was by far the smallest from the lineup of options. You knew it was backwards thinking, if you didn't want someone to mess with you then the person standing between you and them should be large, bulky and terrifying. But you would much rather have someone you would enjoy being around rather than someone who looked as though they had never touched a bottle of moisturizer in their entire lifetime.

You and Matty not only got along but he had also never failed to protect you. You knew you had made the right choice.

Matty always put you first and had been by your side through everything. He stood between the barricade and the stage for a crowd of only a couple hundred people and remained there when that crowd had multiplied into thousands.

Over the years, the two of you had developed a beautiful bond, one that was deeper than either of you had with anyone you had ever met before. Spending time with someone whose job was to keep the other safe was standard, of course, but both of you knew the company wasn't purely for the job.

Matty was your biggest supporter, always promoting whatever project you were releasing in any way that he could, even if it was just to his private social media following. He was the one constant that you had in your life. Through all the red carpets, all the performances, all the cities and all the terrible boyfriends, Matty remained.

Even now, standing in the green room of the The Forum in Los Angeles, California as you counted down the minutes to the kickoff of your world tour, Matty lingered.

Realistically, Matty knew that you didn't need to be protected all the way back here, but that didn't matter, he enjoyed just being in your presence - a feeling he knew that you reciprocated or you would've told him to fuck off and leave you alone.

"What if I forget the words?" Your voice quiet as you mumbled, your mouth occupied with the action of applying another layer of lip gloss, an action that Matty found mesmerizing - hard to focus on anything other than the way your lips shined even in the low light of the makeshift vanity.

"As if." Matty scoffed, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching your every move, infatuated with the way you touched up the makeup that a professional had applied half an hour ago. "You've done this a million times, it's a walk in the park for you now."

"Easy for you to say," Your eyes rolled before landing on him through the reflection of the mirror. "You just have to stand there and let girls drool over you."

"They do not drool." Matty scoffed once more, shifting on his feet and tightening his arms around his chest. He hated when you would bring up how much attention he got, specifically from teenage girls online. From the general consensus, he could get any girl he wanted, well, except for the one he really wanted.

"Oh, but they do." You giggle, placing your lip gloss back in your makeup bag and picking up your phone that had been abandoned on the counter. You weren't surprised when you opened the text thread with your boyfriend of almost a year and saw no response from him, not a single response to the countless messages and voicemails you had been leaving him throughout the day. You tried to not express your disappointment, but couldn't help but allow your shoulders to deflate, something Matty noticed and narrowed his eyes at. You sigh before dropping your phone back on the counter and turn around to lean against the surface - sending a smile the bodyguard's way. "I see what they post on Twitter."

"Shut up." Matty scoffed through a roll of his dark eyes, a huff of laughter tumbling from his lips as he dropped his head to the floor and shook it in response.

"I'd let Matty bend me over the barricade any day of the week." You raise your voice an octave and twirled a strand of hair between your fingers for dramatic effect, mocking the post you had seen before.

Matty cleared his throat, shaking his head once more and keeping his head down in case a shade of pink had crept up his face at the idea of bending you over the barricade instead. "Alright, alright, back to you absolutely tanking tonight." He teases, fighting off a smile as he looks back up at you.

You fixed Matty with a glare before twisting your body so you could tap the screen of your phone again, jaw clenching ever so slightly when you were met with just your lock screen, a picture of the man you were waiting on a response from.

"What if I trip and fall?" You asked, pulling your gaze away from the device and back towards the bodyguard, his upper lip twitching into a small smile from the eye contact on instinct.

"Nothing you haven't done before." Matty shrugged, smiling when you raised your hand to flip him off at the mention of what had happened at the tour prior to this one.

"Matty, I need to go to the emergency room." You cried out, holding your ankle in pain.

"You absolutely do not." Matty scoffed, yet his voice remained soft considering you were in fact hurt and needed the comfort. "Move your hand for me please, I need to look at it."

"I'm scared." You whimpered, any slight movement to the joint made sharp pain shoot up your leg.

"I know, I know." Matty cooed, petting your hair and pulling you closer to his chest. He had carried you off the stage and sat you down on the floor as soon as you were out of sight from the crowd who probably wasn't even a third of as worried about you as he had felt right now. "But I have to look at it, angel. I need to make sure you're okay."

Terms of endearment always slipped out of Matty's mouth when you were upset or in pain, something that happened quite often considering you had a shitty excuse of a boyfriend and always insisted on wearing shoes with a massive heel.

A stray tear fell down from your eye and onto his black shirt before you finally removed your own hand from your ankle with a wince and allowed Matty to see how swollen it had already gotten. "Be careful, please.” You sniffle. “Hurts."

"Always careful with you." Matty mumbled, leaning down to get a better look at your swollen ankle, glancing up at you with a sympathetic smile. "I'm going to take your heel off, alright?"

"No." You were immediately shaking your head out of protest, scared of the pain that would come from the removal of your shoe, the throb in the joint already unbearable.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Matty assured, running a soothing hand down your calf and letting his fingers find their way to the strap of your black heel. "You know I'd never hurt you.”

You didn't respond, too busy biting your lip to anticipate the impending pain that you expected to follow when Matty started to unbuckle the strap of your heel and slip the shoe carefully off of your foot, placing the platformed black shoe on the floor beside him.

"Is it bad?" You asked, head now turned up to the ceiling, too scared to look at your ankle now that it was fully exposed, bottom lip quivering from the pain and the embarrassment. The videos of your falling on stage were probably already all over Twitter. “Matty.”

"Can you wiggle your toes for me?" Matty ignored your question, wanting to fully evaluate the situation before giving you an answer, he didn’t want to scare you or give you false hope.

"Ew, don't look at my toes!" You whined, curling them so they would be harder to view and wincing from the pain that followed the action.

"You are absolutely ridiculous!" Matty couldn't help but allow his head to throw back in laughter at your request, shaking his curls when he brought his line of vision back down to your ankle, assessing the situation before him. "Well, it's a good thing that you can move it around..." Matty spoke with a small smile, but his voice told you that there was a 'but' coming. "But it's definitely sprained." Bringing a hand to rub soothingly at your calf when he heard your sharp intake of breath. "But at least it's not broken, no emergency room. That's good right?" Matty was speaking to himself at this point, you were too busy letting the tears flow freely down your face at the realization of what this meant. "We'll ice it and elevate it, put you in a cute little brace, you'll be good as new in no time."

"That wasn't funny." You argued, dropping your hand and middle finger down to your side while narrowing your eyes at him. "I had to reschedule two shows, dick."

"It was a little funny." Matty defended, hand coming up to show his fingers that displayed how little it was, voice turned to a mocking one. "I need to go to the emergency room."

"Oh, fuck off." You scoffed through laughter, wishing you had something to throw at the bodyguard standing before you. "And you would've taken me if I had asked you to."

"I would have." Matty agreed with a shrug. He would do absolutely anything for you, he wished more than anything that you would realize that, but you wouldn't realize anything if your nose continued to be buried in your phone.

Matty watched with furrowed brows as you kept bringing the phone to life long enough to check for notifications before placing it back down with a force that got angrier with each check. "Why do you keep checking your phone?” He asks with a tone full of confusion, dark eyes squinted slightly. “Clearly it's important."

You ignored him, of course, too caught up in the action of typing in your password for what felt like the millionth time that night. Matty paid close attention to the way your shoulders got more tense with each check in and how your bottom lip got more and more red with how often it was being pulled between your teeth.

The realization of what you were checking for hit him like a freight train.

"He's not coming is he?" Matty couldn't help the way his voice had become harsher as the words spilled from his lips before he could stop himself - head already shaking as a scoff followed.

Zane. Your boyfriend - if you could even call him that. A man that Matty knew was only in it for the fame and glory, just like all the other other men that had come and gone throughout the years, the same ones that Matty had watched you cry over and write songs about.

Zane, to put it nicely, was a piece of shit. A no good, greedy, money hungry man who didn't care about anyone but himself. He never showed up for you. Ever. It didn't matter if it was a date for an anniversary, a red carpet event or a sold out venue such as tonight.

You could always count on Zane to be the name on the list that would never be accounted for.

Matty had lost count of how many times he had consoled you over him many moons ago, if he had a dollar, he wouldn't need to work another day in his life. It didn't matter how many tears were shed , how many times your voice had gotten hoarse from fighting with Zane all night or how many times Matty told you that you were better off without him, It didn't matter. It never did. It never changed.

You would always swear that this was the last time and Matty would be left to bite his tongue when Zane would walk through the door the following day with you wrapped up under his arm, pretending like the day before had never happened.

It was a vicious cycle. A never ending one that Matty was becoming to grow sick and tired of.

"He swore to me." You sighed, locking your phone and tossing it on the couch. Zane promised a lot of things. He'd stop being late, he'd stop cheating, a lot of empty promises. "He'll be here."

"Right." Matty nodded tightly, speaking through a clenched jaw as he fought the urge to scream. At Zane, at the universe, at you - it didn't matter. He always had to remind himself of that.

Matty hated Zane. To be fair, Matty hated anyone that got the title of being your boyfriend. The way they got to walk down the red carpet with your, countless pictures gracing the cover of magazines and online articles, all while he was off on the sidelines watching it all unfold with envy coursing through his veins.

He deserved that.

He deserved the jealousy people felt for the men who got to be connected to you, not the jealousy he felt from watching them touch you, knowing he’d treat you better than all of them.

In his defense, Matty never expected to fall for you.

He always prided himself on being a professional, never breaking the rule of falling for his boss, but he couldn't deny the chemistry between the two of you.

I mean, really, it was almost instant. It felt like the two of you had known each other for your entire lives, he couldn't help but fall for you. He prided himself on knowing you like the back of his own hand, almost as well as you knew yourself. Granted, he should, considering he was your shadow for all these years, following you around to any and every place. From the big stage to the recording studio. He couldn't help but watch the way your manicured hands flew over the paper when you thought of a good song lyric. Or the way your tongue would peek out the side of your mouth ever so slightly when you were super concentrated. Or the way you threw your hair up into a messy updo when practicing choreography. It was pitiful, truly.

"Go on then, say it." You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and fixing the bodyguard with an annoyed gaze, lips pursing slightly.

"What?" Matty's brows furrowed further, shifting on his feet. He hated when you were annoyed at him, he never wanted to make you feel anything but happy.

"Come on," you paused to raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes to dare him to speak his mind. "I know you're thinking something, so be a big boy and say it."

"I just-" Matty cut himself off to clear his throat, shifting on his feet once more as he tried to find the right way to piece together his thoughts so they wouldn't offend you, he knew you tended to have a quick temper. How could he possibly say that Zane was a low life man, desperate for fame and probably knee deep in another woman right now without you getting mad at him? "He's a piece of shit."

It's nothing Matty hadn't said to you before, yet the words still had your shoulder slumping. "He's a good guy, really." Matty hated how much you defended him. In front of other people was one thing, but to defend him when it was just the two of you was another, especially when both of you knew it was a lie. "Deep down."

Matty could do nothing but allow his eyes to squint ever so slightly at you standing before him, fixing you with a look that had your eyes shifting to the floor, running your hands along the blue sparkly bodysuit that clung to your body. "Okay, then he treats you like shit."

Matty countered, shaking his head when you opened your mouth to defend him once more. "He's good to me." you spoke meekly, keeping your eyes downcast and voice low. "Most of the time."

"Oh, he's good to you." Matty scoffed, rolling his eyes and tightening his arms around his chest. "Where is he right now, huh?" His voice grew louder and more tense with each word that tumbled from his lips. "Better yet, where has he been the past couple of weeks?"

"I said most of the time." You spoke softly with a shrug, eyes glued to the floor and shifting your weight between your feet.

Matty didn't have the energy to speak the remainder of what was on his mind and quite frankly you didn't have the energy to listen. He knew it would be pointless anyways, it always was.

So instead of trying to make you see a world where you didn't have to be miserable just to feel loved, he smiled softly despite the fact that you weren't looking at him, sighing before walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. "I'm sorry, okay?” Matty mumbles against the top of your head, fighting off the urge to place a kiss there. “I'm just trying to protect you, it is my job after all."

"Yeah." You mumbled into his plain black shirt, barely heard over the voice that started to sound in Matty's inner ear - signaling that it was time to bring you out from backstage. Matty rubbed a soothing hand down your exposed back once more before sliding his hands to your shoulders and squeezing them, allowing his hands to linger and burn against your skin.

"You ready to go out there and sing your little heart out?" Matty smiled, heart clenching when the smile you reciprocated wasn't as genuine. He couldn't help but feel guilty, he didn't mean to put you in a bad mood on such an important night. He swallows down the nerves, indulging himself enough to let his eyes take in the sight of you, sure that his eyes were gleaming as he spoke softly. "You look beautiful, by the way."

And you did, you always did, your hair sleek and makeup done perfectly. You were a walking daydream that Matty didn’t want to wake up from.

"Thank you, Matty." You smile softly and Matty wasn’t sure if the blush on your cheeks was still caused by the product applied there previously or not, he held onto the hope that maybe it was due to his compliment and not makeup.

He squeezed your shoulder once more before dropping them all together, putting a warm hand on your lower back to guide you out the door of the dressing room, a flashlight in hand so the two of you wouldn't run into anything on your way.

Matty guided you through the dim lighting under the stage, leading you to the platform that would raise you to the stage so that you could entertain a crowd of thousands. You climbed into the small cube, ducking under Matty's arm that held the flashlight so you could navigate into the small space with ease. You flashed your teeth at the bodyguard when you had finally settled, knees bent and hugging your ankles, your smile bright as ever - a sight Matty was relieved to see.

Matty smiled in return when you started to bounce slightly up and down along to the pre show playlist that played throughout the arena as several crew members worked around you to make sure all your chords were hidden but still attached. Matty felt something nudge his back, only turning his attention off of you long enough to look at the person trying to get his attention, shooting a quick smile to George who was handing him your microphone.

Matty turned back to face you, presenting the black, bedazzled device with a quiet "Good luck." that was sure to go unheard due to the music and chaos in the building.

If Matty wasn't always so in tune with you, he would have missed the way you mouthed "Thank you." in response in the darkness of the platform, unable to speak out loud due to the microphone now in your hand.

Then all of the lights inside of the arena shut off and it was go time.

Matty watched as you took in one final big deep breath of air before the platform started to raise, taking you up with it. Matty stayed glued to his spot under the stage for a few seconds, staying in the small bubble where your perfume lingered before your voice rang out throughout the arena and he got reminded that he needed to be out between the crowd and you sooner rather than later, walking as fast as he could to try and make it out there before the chorus hit.

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You were mesmerizing - the way you captured the crowd.

They clung onto your every move, singing the lyrics back at you when you'd hold the microphone out to them, jumping to the beat when you requested them to, screaming when you’d lean down to ruffle Matty’s curls every once in a while as you sang lyrics to a song that people had already made edits of the two of you to before - he knew clips of the action would be included in new edits to come.

Though Matty's attention should have been on the crowd, considering that was his job, he couldn't help but turn his head to the side every now and then to watch one of the big screens and catch a glimpse of you performing. He couldn't help it. Even though he had seen this show run through more times than he could count, honestly he could do the choreography in his sleep at this point, he never got tired of seeing you perform. This was your element. This was when you were at your happiest and anything that made you happy had Matty feeling over the moon.

Everything went according to plan, thank god. You were a perfectionist and Matty knew if even the slightest thing went wrong that you would freak, you always put so much pressure on opening and closing nights of tour, always easier on yourself on the shows in between. Matty would be lying if he said he hadn't been nervous since the lights went down but thankfully everything went as smoothly as it had during rehearsal that morning.

Matty could hear the happiness in your voice as you thanked the crowd one last time, blowing kisses as the confetti rained over you and most of the people in the arena. Matty wiped some of the pieces off his shoulder, finally allowing himself to turn his head around to catch the sight of you in person instead of the big screen, smiling and bouncing around the stage in celebration of completing your first night of tour as the crowd screamed and cheered for you.

Matty's heart clenched at the sight, a smile taking over his face at the sight of you so happy.

"Thank you so much for coming out tonight, Los Angeles! I love you all, see you next time!" Your voice rang throughout the arena for the last time, the sight of you walking towards the platform that would soon lower you back down jump started Matty to start making his way back under the stage.

He walked quickly around the corner of the stage, pulling back the black curtain and stepping over various pieces of metal that served as support and jogging the rest of the way when he was in the clear.

Matty made it to the same spot he was standing in when you went on stage earlier right as you were being lowered from it, he saw a quick flash of a bright smile on your face before he had an armful of you, the jewels on your bodysuit digging into his arm as he gripped you tightly to lift you in the air, spinning you around as your shared laughter filled the air around you.

"You did so good, I'm so fucking proud of you." Matty gleamed, holding onto you tightly and burying his face in your neck, savoring the smell of your lingering perfume and the feeling of you in his arms.

The people standing around the two of you, other members of your crew, watched the scene with smiles on their faces and the question that always burned at the forefront of their minds when looking at the two of you - why weren’t you guys together?

Matty knew that's what they were always thinking when moments like this happened, but he couldn't be bothered to worry about that, not when your red jewel clad legs were wrapping around his waist and your arms were gripping him tighter.

It was moments like this where he allowed himself to believe that maybe he wasn’t just a bodyguard to you, that maybe one day you’d stop dating the worst men on the market and realize what was standing right in front of you, begging for just one shot at a chance with you.. But for now, he’d just be thankful to have you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and stray strands of your hair tickling his nose.

Whether you viewed him as someone you had feelings for, a friend or just your bodyguard - he didn’t care as long as you viewed him at all.

He was in so deep it was pathetic.

#oh i NEED more #this this this #i love them already and i’ve only had a snippet

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forcryingoutlloud · 14 days

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I just want to touch you

Content warnings; pregnancy smut, oral (f receiving), jerking off, cum play, fingering, slight overstimulation, awful writing, swearing, and mustache matty lol

a/n; It's definitely words on a page. Beyond that? Who fucking knows. This is unsurprisingly mediocre/ bad, and lowkey there’s no plot just smut, but meh who cares! It is also rushed and not really a fic?? Idk I think I just feel weird lol. Anyway, this was all inspired by the new pic of Matty from yesterday and, as usual, a conversation between me and @nowshesdoingitallthetime . Sorry if this is bad! Try and enjoy I guess!

word count; 2.4k ish

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“Matty?” you shout into the empty rooms of the house, the only response you get is the echo of your voice back. As you climb up the stairs you subconsciously rest your hand on your stomach, feeling your baby flutter at the contact. Being 5 months pregnant meant you felt massive, but realistically you had only really “popped” a few days ago, much to Matty’s joy.

Every spare second he has with you, his hand rests on your stomach, Annie is the same whenever she's with the two of you. Most nights recently have ended with Annie fast asleep resting on your bump, and Matty snoring next to you with his hand placed right next to her head. You always stayed awake, as it seemed that whenever you even thought about closing your eyes, baby Healy took that as a message to start moving and keeping you awake.

You reach the top of the stairs, but before you shout his name once again, you hear the familiar sound of running water and realise your boyfriend must still be in the shower. Part of your brain is screaming at you to sneak in there with him, and whilst you're sure he would love that, you decide to just sit on the bed and wait instead.

Your whole life, you'd heard how crazy pregnancy hormones were, and you smiled and nodded your head as if you understood, but you now realise you had no idea. The first trimester was mostly morning sickness and feeling nauseous even at the smell of coffee, but so far, the second is having a very different effect on you.

Most notably, your insatiable horniness when it comes to matty. Don’t get it wrong, you always wanted to fuck him, that much was clear by the pregnancy itself, but recently it's borderline all you can think about.

Needless to say, those thoughts were not helped when he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist, and his facial hair shaved once again in the mustache you'd recently been missing.

When Matty had first shaved his curls off, your initial reaction was pain followed by intense longing for them back, but after a few months, it had been starting to grow on you. You missed having something to pull at, but you had to admit, at certain (most) angles, he looked good.

Despite it being impossible, Matty would swear the hormones were affecting him, too. Seeing you pregnant with his child has unlocked some sort of primal instinct in his head that he can't turn off. All he wants to do is touch you. And Matty could tell from the way your eyes graze his body and the goosebumps growing over your skin that you want the exact same thing. The combination of his half-naked body, the new facial hair, and your pregnancy hormones was making it hard for you to hide any of the thoughts racing through your mind

“Hey baby, you have a good day?” Matty asks as he walks over to you, slotting himself between your open legs and bending down to press a peck to your lips. The feeling of his rough hair brushing over your top lip immediately makes you moan, and you can't stop yourself from wrapping your hands around Matty's neck and holding him against your lips.

He melts into your hold quickly, moving his hands to rest on your cheeks as your kiss becomes more desperate with the second, needy moans whimpered against closed lips and tongues pressing their way into mouths.

You whimper in disappointment as Matty drags his lips away from yours, but any complaints you may have had fall from your head as he drops to his knees in front of you. Dragging your legs onto his shoulders and winking at you before slowly pulling your panties off and moving his way up your legs.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? Gotta make my girl feel so good” Matty whispers against your skin, kissing his way up your thighs. His honey-brown eyes hold contact with you, you fight to keep your eyes open, but the second he blows a puff of air over your cunt, you close them and let your head fall backwards into the pile of pillows surrounding you. The sheets below you wrinkle as you arch your back against the bed, desperately trying to feel Matty's mouth on you.

He stays between your legs occasionally blowing puffs of mean air and watching you writhe at the feeling, “shit- matty, please. Put your mouth on me so bad I need it. Please, I can't- oh fuck.” The second Matty’s lips are on you, you feel your whole body shake at the contact. His lips wrap around your clit, suctioning hard and teasing the bud with his tongue.

Matty savours the way you react to his touch, feeling himself growing hard as he studies your every reaction. Seeing your shirt ride up as you tremble below him is driving Matty insane, all he wants to do is burrow himself inside you and fuck you until you’re drooling. But watching the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when his lips suction around your clit is too delicious to stop, his every sense is overwhelmed by you.

“Taste so fucking good sweetheart, fucking made for me aren’t you?” Matty mumbles against your core, unable to pull himself away for even a second. The tremor of his voice vibrates through you, and your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re gripping the sheets below you.

You desperately suck in a breath as Matty dips his tongue inside you, burrowing himself between your legs and smirking into you as your thighs clamp his head in place. The hairs of his mustache brush over your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.

A flush covers your skin as your heart races in your chest. The rough graze of his facial hair against your thighs is no doubt leaving burns in its wake. Images of you feeling that same burn every time something brushes your skin rush through your mind and make you gasp. Without thinking, you move your hand to the back of Matty’s head, holding him tighter against you.

Matty devours your cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he pulls you impossibly closer. Juices drip down his chin like the juice of a peach falling down his face, decorating his chin and bare chest with your slick.

His eyes roll into the back of his head at the taste of you, moaning into your core as he consumes you, lust swirling around in his already hazy head. Time dripped like honey when Matty was between your thighs. He treats every second as if it's the last time he’ll get to taste you.

“So fucking pretty f’me, fuck I’ll never get tired of being between your thighs, could fucking live here, can never get enough of you. You'd love that wouldn't you, princess? Always fucking needy for me, my girl.”

You grab one of his hands and unhook it from your thighs, guiding it up to your chest with a sly smile. Matty's fingers brush against your pebbled skin without a second thought, your body involuntarily arching into his touch. Desperate pants fall from your lips, mixing with garbled moans as Matty twists your nipples between his calloused fingertips.

“You want me to play with your tits angel? Make you feel really good for me, yeah?” Matty whispers into your skin, pulling away from your cunt for just a few seconds, pressing kisses to your thighs and spreading your wetness over your skin in the shape of his lips.

The feeling of sweet release pools at the bottom of your spine, licking up your body as Matty works his mouth over you. He can't bring himself to pull away from your skin again, sucking in breaths for a few seconds as he moves between your clit and your entrance, the rhythmic stroke of his tongue making the ache between your thighs grow almost painful as you teetered on the edge of that all-consuming feeling.

Finally, pleasure bloomed inside of you, your hips stuttering as the buzz of bliss bubbles under your skin. Matty's mouth worked against you and dragged every second of pleasure on for what felt like minutes, shockwaves gripping your body when his nose brushed over your sensitive clit.

Your chest heaves as the aftershocks finally die down, Matty pulling away from you and standing up on shaky legs. Eventually, you manage to force your eyes open, looking at Matty’s face with a smirk. His mustache was wet with your release, the whole bottom half of his face shiny with your slick.

But before you study his face too long, you find your eyes dragging down his whole body and settling on the unmistakable bulge under his towel. Fuck, he had got hard just from eating you out. Matty had always said he’d happily die between your thighs but seeing he can't help but get an erection just from the taste of you makes you dizzy.

Matty notices your eyes focused on his dick and can't help the flush of embarrassment that overtakes him. He’s about to insist it's okay, and you don't need to do anything in return. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from your still shaking thighs, he feels pretty good about that. Before he can, though, you’re sitting up and dragging him closer to you as a sick plan forms in your mind.

“Please cum on me. Fuck I need it,” you beg, pulling your shirt off your head and quickly unclasping your bra, moving your hands to tease and pull at your tits.

Matty feels his brain turn to mush at the sight of you, hearing you begging him to cover you in his release felt like he was seeing a mirage, something too good to believe. But, you were somehow real and looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling the towel around his waist off and dragging him to kneel over you.

“Fucking hell, you want that, yeah? Want me to fucking paint you with my cum? You're so hot, Jesus-” The second Matty’s hand touches his dick he feels himself on the precipe of finishing, the sight of you alone almost being enough to push him over the edge. Calloused fingertips spread his precum over his overheated skin, hissing at the slight drag of his dry skin.

Matty’s eyes flutter closed but a whimper from you drags them back open, Matty sees you reaching for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his and pulling it off his cock. Before he can complain about the lack of contact, he realises what you're doing. You stick your tongue out and let your spit drip from the tip of your tongue onto his palm, spreading it around with your fingertips and pushing it back towards him.

“You're so fucking good to me, holy shit. Want me to use your spit to get myself off, yeah? My pretty girl, fucking hell.” the drag of Matty’s hand is gone, replaced with the sticky noises of him spreading your saliva over his cock.

It only takes a few more tugs before Matty is spilling over you with a shout, watching in awe as streaks of pearly cum cover your stomach and tits, studying the way it pool between your tits, dripping off your rounded stomach.

“Do you think you can cum one more time, angel?” Matty whispers as he gathers the cum streaked over you on his fingertips, brushing over your nipples with his slick fingers. “Wanna fuck my cum back into you, yeah? Fill you up with me again.”

“Shit- yes, please, fill me up, Matty. please. I need you.” your whole body lights up at his words, and soon his cum covered fingers are brushing over your core and pushing into you. Your body puts up no resistance to his fingers, your walls welcoming his digits.

Your skin was glowing as a thin layer of sweat covered you, your eyes glazed over at Matty’s fingers thrusting inside you, brushing over spots that made heat prickle under your skin. His pace was purposeful, driving you insane as he burrowed his fingers knuckle deep inside you. His other hand drags down your skin, finding its home between your thighs rubbing your clit mercilessly.

Whimpers and cries fall from your puffy bitten lips, clutching at the sheets below you once again as Matty makes that coil inside you wind tighter and tighter. Each pump of his fingers was a delicious ecstasy, the haze in your head making your vision melt away until only the man in front of you was clear.

“fuck, pumping you up with my cum all over again, do you like that angel? Knowing you're always fucking full of me?” Matty’s voice is husky as he speaks, studying your every move as if you're a piece of fine art in front of him.

His words were the last push you needed, and seconds later your walls flutter and spasm around his fingers as you cum again, moaning wildly as pleasure wracks your every nerve. Stars dance across your vision as you bite your hand, trying to hold in the wrecked groans and cries.

“Lemme hear you princess, be good for me and let me hear you cum on my fingers, hmm?” Matty whispers, keeping his relentless pace against your clit and smirking at the slack-jawed nod you give him as your whimpers fill the room around you.

Tremors wrack your body, shaking as Matty eventually slows down his pumping digits, sliding them out of you and watching a few pearls of his release fall from inside you. It's not as much as when he fucks you, but even those few drops make his dick stir. You giggle airly and bring Matty's eyes back to yours, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Hi,” you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few times.

“Hey baby,” Matty whispers back, smirking. Matty grabs his towel from the bed, wiping gently over your stomach and cleaning the rest of his release off of your skin. He bends to press a kiss to your belly when he finishes, kissing up your whole body until he reaches your lips once again.

“Love you,” he says as he pulls away, cupping your cheek gently. You twist your head until your lips are pressed against his palm, kissing it and mumbling your confession of love against his skin.

#MUSTACHEEEEEEE #UGH I NEED HIM

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forcryingoutlloud · 15 days

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i 🫶 mustache

#shit talks #matty healy #so gorge so beautiful so pretty

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forcryingoutlloud · 16 days

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it’s a beautiful day 😃😃

#they didn’t have any in my local record store #so ordered it off amazon #v happy 😊#shit talks

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forcryingoutlloud · 18 days

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screwed up and brilliant - matty healy

(mdni) in which your whirlwind summer takes a turn you never could have predicted. part two of white and gold. 16185 words.

warnings (here we go): daddy kink (obvs), phone sex, authority kink, roleplay, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom!matty, spanking, semi-public sex, gagging, oral (f receiving), mentions of anal, vague allusions to parental fuckery

The singular thought circling through your head the entire way home is what the fuck. If it weren’t for the soreness in your muscles, the bruises on your thighs and your embarrassing lack of underwear, you’d believe you dreamt the whole thing. You stop the taxi a little ways down your street, trying not to draw attention to yourself returning from your unbelievable night. It’s not like your parents would know exactly where you’ve been, but you’d rather save yourself the embarrassment of getting caught coming home from a hookup.

It turns out you didn’t need to worry, though, your footsteps echoing through an empty house as you let yourself in the back. Checking your phone for the first time since you left the dinner with Matty, critically low battery and a text from your mother flash up at you. We’ve gone out for lunch at the Dove. Love you x, the text informs you, a sense of guilty relief washing over you. There’s few things you love more than your house being empty; your shoulders loose without your mother’s nervous, slightly oppressive energy and your father’s meaningful and disappointed glances. Your steps are light as you waltz up the stairs to your room, flinging open your wardrobe to start getting ready before you realise you don’t know what you should be dressing for.

You tip out your clutch onto the bed, business cards, lipgloss and a forgotten pair of earrings spilling on your sheets as you dig for Matty’s number. Tapping the keyboard idly, you try to think of a good opening message, inspiration striking as you catch sight of a discarded bra on your bedroom floor. You slip into a favourite set, black with gold detailing and leaving very little to the imagination, and pose in your bedroom mirror, texting the photo to Matty.

hi x

trying to get ready but i don’t know what to wear :( where are we going?

Fucking hell

Hi, pretty girl

You could wear that and I’d be a very happy man

yeah i bet you would

answer the question perv

I don’t want to spoil the surprise

if you don’t tell me im changing

Fine

Brat

It’s nice but relaxed

Youre not dressing for dinner its not that hard

rude

pick me up in an hour ;)

You turn back to your wardrobe with a groan — what the fuck does he mean by nice but relaxed? A skirt and a nice top? Heels or no heels? What are you supposed to do with your hair? Leafing through your clothes, you find a green sundress tucked away near the back, a vintage treasure you’d picked up at a market a few years ago and promptly forgotten about. By some stroke of luck, it fits perfectly, the skirt swirling gorgeously around your calves. Your reflection grins back at you as you dust on some makeup, finding a dangling pair of jade earrings to match.

Exactly on cue, your phone rings, flashing up Matty’s contact. “Hi, love. I’m outside — well, as close as I dare, anyway. I’m on a double yellow, actually. Risking my spotless driving record for you.”

You snort. “They’ve gone out, park in the drive. I’ll come to the door.” You pad down the stairs as Matty’s tyres crunch on the gravel outside. Smoothing down your hair nervously, you take a deep breath, the blurry outline of him visible through the stained glass of your front door. You swing the door open as Matty raises his fist to knock, giggling slightly at the way he stands, his hand hovering meaninglessly in midair.

His eyes blow wide as he takes you in, crowding you close in a split-second. “Hi, princess,” he grins, electricity tingling under your skin where he holds you by the waist, his body pressed against yours. “If nobody’s home, I can do this,” he breathes, catching your lips and kissing you deeply, licking into your mouth like a starving man.

After a long moment, you find the strength to push him away. “Matty, the neighbours!” you protest.

“Fine,” Matty says, walking you inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He pulls you back to him, catching your lips in a filthy kiss, a slide of lips and tongue, sticky with desire. Groaning into your mouth, his lips fall to your neck, pressing kisses over the concealed bruises on your neck. You can tell he wants to cover them, mark you up as his own, and you giggle as you push his head back.

“Do we have to go to lunch?” you tease. “They’re not gonna be back for hours.”

Matty pinches your ass through your skirt. “Needy girl. You’ll love the place, I promise.” Slowly, like it pains him, he lets go of you and steps back, eyes widening as he properly takes in the sight of you for the first time. “God, you look gorgeous, princess. You look like summer.” You flush, shifting on your feet and glancing at the floor. “Can’t believe I get to have you. You know everyone who sees you is gonna be fuckin’ jealous of me, gonna want my pretty girl for themselves?” He looks livid at the mere prospect, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

You giggle. “But I’ll be there with you. Why would I want anyone else?” you assure him, stretching up to kiss at the corners of his mouth until he cracks a smile. Your chest aches a little at the sight, a private moment of happiness stretching between you. You can almost see the path along with it, a brief flicker of a life with him dancing in your imagination before you swat it away.

Fuck, you’re in too deep. You’re hurtling towards a vast expanse of something, and you don’t even have the strength to look away. You can only hope the breakneck pace isn’t going to break your heart, too.

“That’s right,” Matty says, after what feels like an eternity. “All mine, yeah? Shall we?”

You nod, not yet trusting yourself to speak, and take his hand, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. The smell of clean leather envelops you, mixed with Matty’s now-familiar cigarettes and cologne smell. Matty’s hand lands on your thigh and traces absent circles as he reverses out of the drive. The streets roll by, rows of houses all merging together, your eyes glazing over while you avoid Matty’s gaze. “So pretty, baby,” he murmurs. “My pretty little passenger princess.”

“Does that mean you’ll drive me anywhere I want?” you tease, finally bringing your gaze back to Matty. The afternoon light casts him in a soft glow, his curls ruffling in the gentle breeze. He taps his fingers absently on the wheel, a sick thrill running through you as you remember feeling them on your skin, thighs clenching needily under his touch. You slide a hand between his legs, smirking at the hiss he lets out when you palm gently over his cock. “Promise I’ll make it worth your while,” you add teasingly, plying him with wide, innocent eyes.

Matty chuckles darkly and returns his other hand to the wheel, your skin impossibly cold in the absence his touch leaves behind. “You gonna get me off right here? In the car with the windows down? Such a naughty girl.” He inclines his head as if to say go on, calling your bluff, and you lower your gaze and return your hand to your lap, subdued. “That’s what I thought. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, princess.”

You shrug. “Wouldn’t want to taint your spotless driving record,” you tease, and he tips back his head and laughs, the sound filling the car and wrapping around you, your head going fuzzy with affection. A few minutes later, Matty puts the car in park, leaning over the centre console to kiss you. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumbing lightly over your cheek and smiling against your lips. Ever the gentleman, he comes to the passenger side to let you out, and you take his arm and let him lead you inside.

“Afternoon,” Matty greets the maître d’ with a polite smile. “Healy for two, one thirty?”

“Ah, yes, right this way, sir,” he says, his eyes flickering curiously over you as he leads you through the restaurant.

His gaze lands judgmentally on Matty when he tugs you into him by the waist, and you bristle, deliberately planting a kiss on his cheek as you walk. “Would you like to sit inside or outside?” the maître d’ asks in a tone that suggests he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Can we sit outside, please? It’s such a nice day,” you say, and Matty grins indulgently down at you. He inclines his head at the maître d’, who leads you into the restaurant’s courtyard. Your jaw drops at the oasis you’ve suddenly found yourself in, lush green dotted through with glass tables, quiet chatter undercut with the splash of a dancing water fountain.

“This place is gorgeous,” you say as Matty pulls out your chair for you. “Do you come here a lot?”

He sees right through you, smirking over his menu. “I’ve never brought a girl here,” he tells you, answering the question you’re really asking.

“You keep saying that,” you say thoughtfully. “No bullshitting this time, what makes me so special?”

Matty meets your eyes, holding your gaze deadly serious. “I don’t date a lot, princess,” he tells you. “The girls that I… spend time with…” Your jaw clenches. “They’re not… Well, I need to feel a connection, you know? And I hadn’t felt it in a long time. I was kind of starting to give up hope,” he huffs a quiet laugh, a soft smile crossing his face when he speaks. “And then I met you, and I could just feel it.” He’s gazing adoringly at you, and you suddenly wonder if maybe it’s okay that you’re in too deep, because maybe, just maybe, he’s right there with you.

“Matty, I—”

“Good afternoon!” a bright, falsely cheery voice cuts in. “Are you both ready for drinks?”

Annoyed at the interruption, you purse your lips and address Matty. “I don’t know… What do you think I should get?” you grin, deliberately playing up the affection, leaning towards him and batting your lashes.

“I don’t know, darling. Are you feeling like wine?”

“I can come back,” the waitress says, all pretence at cheer abandoned as she taps her pencil against her notepad impatiently.

Rolling your eyes, you wave a hand at her. “No, stay. Just give me a minute to decide, ‘kay?” You scan the menu and deliberately order the most expensive rosé with a smirk in Matty’s direction. He shrugs, ordering himself a Malbec, and the waitress finally buzzes off.

It feels inappropriate to return to your conversation after the interruption, and you chuckle awkwardly. The breeze ripples in the silence between you, pulling clouds away from the sun so it shines directly into your eyes. Wincing, you shield your face, squinting in a way you’re sure is horrendously unattractive. Matty laughs softly. “Here you go, darling,” he says, pulling his sunglasses off his head and gently resting them on your face. “God, and here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier,” he adds, and you flush, picking at imaginary lint on your dress to avoid his gaze.

“Flatterer,” you scoff, kicking softly at his shin. “Thank you,” you add, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“S’nothing, princess. Keep ‘em, if you want.” Matty shrugs as if they’re inconsequential, and not a two hundred pound accessory. “Smoke?” he offers as you’re still reeling.

You nod, tilting your head quizzically. “Thought you didn’t want me ruining my lungs?” you tease, slipping the cigarette between your lips.

Matty chuckles. “It’s a beautiful day, you’re getting fresh air, your pretty lungs will survive one,” he teases, flicking his lighter under your cigarette as you take a deep drag.

His gaze lingers meaningfully on you as the smoke curls from your mouth and you squirm. “What?” you ask, desire evident in his eyes; he just keeps fucking staring.

He blinks, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “God, you look fucking hot,” he adds with a chuckle. Just as you go to reply, the waitress returns with your drinks. You give a cursory thanks and take a long sip, full flavour swirling in your mouth. “You know, I wouldn’t have put you down as a dry wine kind of girl,” Matty remarks. “Sweet little thing like you.”

You flush the colour of your wine, but meet his gaze in challenge. “You don’t know everything about me.”

“I’d like to,” he says immediately, and you swallow thickly, his ability to disarm you frustratingly constant. He’s so fucking perfect, it’s actually disgusting. As you’re searching for a response, he perks up, tilting his head to tune into the song playing quietly over some unseen speaker. “Oh, man, I haven’t heard this song in forever,” he gasps, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “I was obsessed with this one when I was younger. Used to be on my band’s setlist and everything.”

Your jaw drops. “You were in a band?” you demand. “Were you any good?”

Matty chuckles. “I’d like to think so. S’a shame it didn’t pan out, really. I would’ve made a great rockstar, don’t you think?” he smirks, visions of Matty clad in a leather jacket, sweaty and gorgeous, crooning into a microphone swimming across your vision.

“Fuck, yeah. I’d have hated fighting your hordes of fangirls for your attention, though,” you sigh, and his grin widens as you stroke his ego. “Were you the guitarist?” you ask, memories of his calloused hands ghosting over your skin.

He scoffs, insulted. “I was the frontman, obviously.”

“Obviously,” you repeat, teasingly blowing smoke in his face as you stub out your cigarette. “But you still play?”

“Yeah,” Matty says, smiling wistfully, the expression taking years off him so clearly that you can almost see the ambitious, idealistic boy he must have been. You hope there’s a world where the band worked out for him, even if it means you’d never have met. “S’just a hobby, though,” he shrugs, interrupting your reverie. “You should hear my mate Hann, he’s fucking wicked.”

Taking a sip of your wine, you sigh meaningfully. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the guitar.” You lean purposefully on the words, and Matty grins.

“You want me to teach you?”

You smile blithely. “Oh, please. I can sight read sheet music and everything, I’d be such a good student, Professor,” you add, smirking as he stiffens slightly.

“Oh, behave,” he scolds lightly, tugging at his

collar as if he’s sweating at your words.

“Make me,” you giggle, meeting his eyes in challenge.

“You know I will, princess,” he says seriously, your skin prickling hot as he watches you, daring you to break first. You’re saved from having to, though, by the same waitress coming to take your order. Not even having picked up the food menu, you let Matty order for you, trusting his taste.

As it turns out, his taste is impeccable, down to the steak being cooked exactly the way you like. “God, this is fucking delicious,” you exclaim, digging in eagerly. “This place is amazing,” you add, unable to keep the beaming smile off your face. You chat back and forth for a couple of hours, asking about his family and his childhood, cooing at the stories he tells. If anyone were listening, they’d probably be nauseated by your obscene flirting, getting bolder as Matty continues plying you with wine even as he switches to water.

The same waitress returns, the false cheer bright in her tone as she offers you dessert menus. “No, thanks,” you say without taking your eyes off Matty. “We have dessert at home.” You flash your teeth in a grin so there can be no mistaking your meaning.

Matty picks up the bill, and you don’t even pretend to protest. It’s been years since you’ve been on a date you didn’t have to pay for, guys your age from your circles unusually stingy, and you feel guilty expecting broke college boys to pay for you. And it’s only feminist to split the bill with another girl, anyway. “Dessert, yeah?” he smirks as you slide into the passenger seat, and you squirm.

“I promise I’m just as sweet,” you tease. “Take me to yours and I’ll show you exactly how sweet I can be.”

Matty clicks his tongue. “I don’t think so,” he says, and your stomach sinks. “Good girl like you shouldn’t put out on the first date, or didn’t your daddy teach you any better?” he says, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

God, he’s a fucking tease. “You didn’t teach me anything like that, Daddy,” you pout. “You can’t get me all needy looking this hot and not let me have you. S’not fair.” You fold your arms, sulking.

“Oh, angel,” he tuts. “Not figured it out, yet? I don’t have to be fair.” And with that, your fate is sealed, Matty dropping you home and leaning over for a chaste kiss that he resists your attempts to deepen. “I’ll see you soon, princess. You know where to find me,” he promises, your eyes not leaving him until his car turns the corner and disappears from view.

You slope inside, disappointed and unsatisfied, plagued with the thought of where you could be right now if Matty had taken you home with him. Your father’s car is in the drive, and you groan to yourself, utterly uninterested in explaining yourself. Of course, you’re expected to anyways. “Where have you been?” your mother demands, and you fold your arms. If she’d asked out of curiosity, genuine interest, it would be different, but she only wants to know so she can approve or disapprove, sneering consternation written across her face.

“Out,” you say shortly, thick tension pulling taut between you.

“With who?” she asks, lips pursed.

“A friend,” you snap. “God, Mum, I went out for lunch, what’s it to you? I’m a grown-ass woman, I shouldn’t have to ask my mummy for permission to leave the house!”

“Language!” she exclaims, and you roll your eyes and push past her, storming up the stairs and slamming the door, finally breathing easy when the lock on your door forms a decisive barrier between you and your parents. Left alone, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to drift back to Matty and the ache he left between your thighs. You wonder if he’s home yet, if he’ll want to hear your voice, or if it’s too soon.

You war with yourself for a few minutes, but your desire wins out, calling Matty up and laying back against your pillows. “Hello, darling.” He picks up on the second ring. “Missing me already?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, the mere sound of his voice sending a pulse of desire thrumming through you. “Thinkin’ about you. About how you got me all needy.”

He laughs darkly. “God, what am I going to do with you? Naughty girl can’t even keep her hands to herself for an hour. Are you getting wet for me, angel?”

“Yes,” you moan happily, thrilled to get what you want. “I need you.”

“You beg so pretty, baby,” he coos, grunting softly, and you can just picture him, cock half-hard in his palm as you hear the rustle of clothes dropping to the floor. “C’mon, tell Daddy what you want.”

You whimper, dipping your hand under your waistband, slick pooling against your fingertips. “Wish you were touching me,” you moan. “Could’ve brought me home with you. Could’ve bent me over anywhere you wanted, stuffed me full and fucking used me.”

“Such a slut,” Matty murmurs, faint, slick sounds echoing from the other end of the call as he grunts rhythmically. The image of him makes you dizzy, fisting his cock messily, hips thrusting into his hand. You moan quietly, rubbing slow, tight circles into your clit. “Are you touching yourself?” You murmur an affirmative. “Stop.” Your blood runs cold, like you’ve been doused in ice water.

“Wh- What?” you hiss, disbelieving.

“You heard me, darling. I told you, good girls don’t put out on the first date. Daddy’s teachin’ you manners, yeah?”

“That’s not fair, Daddy,” you whine again. “Don’t need you to tell me when I can get off. Managed just fine before you came along,” you add petulantly.

Matty just laughs. “Okay, baby. I’m sure you did. You could hang up this call right now, get yourself off all on your own. But you won’t,” he says, smugly confident. “You know why? Because Daddy knows what’s best for brats like you. And, really, you just wanna be my good, sweet, dumb little girl, don’t you, angel?”

Thick, choking lust envelops you, crushing the air from your lungs as you find yourself whimpering, “Yes, Daddy. Won’t touch anymore,” you say, your mouth moving without your brain’s say-so.

Your body hums with energy, tense with the knowledge you won’t be allowed to release it. “Good girl,” Matty croons, your chest warming at the praise. “Still gotta punish you for bein’ a brat, though,” he adds, through a soft moan. “Don’t want you touchin’ that pretty cunt without my permission, ‘kay?” Your stomach sinks, arousal flaring impossibly in your gut.

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be good,” you promise, his appreciative moan sending heat spiralling between your legs. You stay on the call until the sound of Matty spilling into his fist fills your ears, leaving you sticky and fucking throbbing with need. It takes you what feels like forever to get your breathing under control enough that your legs will stop shaking to carry you to the shower. You gasp as you plunge into the freezing cold spray, barely enough to quench the fire rolling through your veins. Unable to resist, you text Matty a picture of yourself when you step out, the steam on the mirror teasingly blurring your wet, naked body.

And that is the last time you hear Matty’s voice for an entire fucking week. There always seems to be some obstacle, a friend’s birthday, or a dinner you’re not invited to, or both of you are up to your eyeballs in pointless, mind-numbing work. You’d almost think he was avoiding you, if not for your constant back-and-forth over text and Matty’s incessant pleas for you to visit him at the office. You resist for a while, terrified of being caught and what that would mean for this… thing… that’s blooming between you, still fragile and new.

But it’s driving you fucking crazy, and you miss him, so after a week, you find an excuse; because you’re a good, dutiful daughter, you’re bringing your father lunch to share after he cancelled your meal out yesterday. You zone out after the same five minutes of talking in circles, giving automatic, robotic responses you know he wants to hear. It would be a lie to say you didn’t breathe a sigh of relief when the lift doors ding shut, carrying you up to Matty’s office. You haven’t told him you’re coming, hoping your presence will be a welcome surprise. What you hadn’t counted on, though, was his bleach-blonde secretary, idly tapping on her keyboard and actively standing in your way.

Your heart sinks. She’s pretty, unbelievably so, and barely older than you. If Matty hasn’t already had her, which you doubt, it’s crossed his mind. What if that’s what he’s been doing, all those times he’s complained about leaving the office late? A vision of her spread out on his desk fills your mind, Matty crooning his sweet, filthy words into her ear as her chest heaves. Her boobs are fake, you decide, your gaze flickering to them. It’s not humanly possible for a pair of tits to be that big and perky at the same time. Pushing down the jealousy roiling in your gut, you step up to her desk. Her eyes sweep over you, unimpressed, and she purses her lips.

You push your shoulders back, letting the snotty, spoiled brat who’s never been told no free, a snide grin spreading across your features. It feels fucking good to exercise that facet of your personality again, having tamped down on it since you went to uni — makes it easier to play well with others. Impatiently, you click your fingers in front of the woman’s face. “I’m here to see Mr. Healy,” you say with a saccharine smile. Sure, you could just call him and tell him you’re outside, but this is so much more fun. Especially now that you get to mess with her head, too. Matty’s never fucked her, but she wants him to, you can tell by the way her face falls when she sees you. Good, you think vindictively. Maybe blondes don’t have more fun. Not with him, at least.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asks, voice nasally and grating.

You sigh, like she’s asking you a ridiculous question. “No, but he’ll want to see me, trust me. Tell him… Tell him Angel is here, yeah?” She looks at you, sceptical and detached. “My parents were hippies, what can you do?” you shrug, raising your eyebrows and flicking your fingers patronisingly at her, as if to say go on. Your gazes lock in a battle of wills for a brief moment, but you grin victoriously when she picks up her phone.

“Hello, sir. There’s a girl out here asking to see you.” The way she says girl feels like a slur dripping from her overglossed lips. “Says her name’s Angel? She doesn’t have an appointment, I can send her away, if you like. Won’t be a problem.”

“No, no, send her in. And, for future reference, she’s welcome anytime, okay? No appointment necessary. Actually, I’ll come get her.” Matty’s voice is faint from the other end of the phone, but distinct enough that you can hear his words and the click as he sets the phone down. Seconds later, he emerges from his office, breaking into a wide grin at the sight of you. “Hello, angel,” he grins, kissing your cheek politely but lingering a little longer than appropriate. “Feels like it’s been forever. Come on in, yeah?” He takes you by the waist and leads you to his office, and you throw a smirk over your shoulder at the secretary as you go, a clear message: I win, you lose. “Oh, and Ruby? Nobody in my office for the next hour, alright?” She flushes as red as her name suggests, glaring at you furiously, trying to tell you this isn’t over. You ignore her, though, because you and Matty are finally alone.

“Only an hour?” you giggle. “You’re losing your touch, sir.”

“Oh, sir, hm? That’s new,” he teases as you perch on his desk, drinking in the sight of him with something dangerously close to relief.

You lean forward. “She wants you. So fucking badly,” you remark.

“I know,” he shrugs, loosening his tie with one hand and stroking your bare thigh with the other.

This time, you let the jealousy bubble up to the surface. “Have you ever fucked her?” You know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.

Matty laughs. “Have you ever heard the expression, don’t shit where you eat?” he asks, and you wrinkle your nose and nod. “Well, that goes double for the young, hot blonde the company dangles in front of you like fucking bait, just waiting for you to cross a line.”

You’re starting to see red, his words nothing close to what you wanted to hear. “But you would. If she didn’t work for you.”

He shrugs. “Maybe.” He grips your hips, sliding you closer to him, dislodging stacks of paper and pens from his desk. “If I didn’t have you.” Then, his fingers creep higher, tantalisingly close to where you want them, and you push down the argument you were about to start. Giving up the best sex you’ve ever had isn’t worth it just because you got a little too possessive over someone who isn’t actually yours.

“She’d never be as good as me,” you say bitterly. “I don’t think a man like you would let a little red tape stop you if you actually wanted her. What’s wrong with her, really?”

Matty smirks. “Jealous girl,” he says smugly. “Don’t wanna talk about her when I could have this,” he adds, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your thigh. You whine softly, arching forward into his touch. “You’d be better than her, yeah? You wanna prove it?” You tilt your head quizzically. “Let’s say you’re my secretary, yeah, baby?”

A thrill runs up your spine. “Yes, sir,” you breathe. You slide off the desk to prop yourself in the chair opposite his, unbuttoning your blouse a little and leaning back with a smirk. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you say, playing up your wide, innocent eyes.

“Yes,” Matty says thoughtfully. “I think we need to discuss your behaviour in my office.” You bite your lip to clamp down on your grin, nodding seriously. “Always in those short little skirts, bendin’ over so you can show off those pretty, lace panties. You wear those for me, don’t you, baby?”

You smirk, popping the buttons of your blouse past decency. “You’re wrong, sir.” You spread your legs wide, and he chokes on his inhale. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

Matty groans, sweeping his desk clear, pens and paper scattering across the floor. “Bend over,” he orders sharply. “Now.”

You stand to obey, then pause. “Wait one second,” you say, darting around the desk so you’re face-to-face. “Just realised I haven’t done this yet.” You sling your arms around his neck and press your lips against his, kissing him hungrily and melting at his touch. Desperately, you try not to dissect the relief flooding your body from the point where his hands meet your skin. “Okay,” you say as you pull back, breathless. “M’ready now.”

Bracing your elbows on the desk, you bend over, baring your dripping cunt as Matty shoves your skirt up your thighs. “Spread your legs for me.” You obey, but he just growls and kicks them further apart, a shocked sound pulling free from your throat. “Wider,” he orders. “Not doin’ such a good job of convincing me you’d be so much better than her, you know,” he says, tone almost conversational if his nails weren’t digging into your hips so hard they’ll bruise.

Angry, red-hot jealousy floods your veins, tangling cruelly with the ball of anticipation winding tight in your core. You can’t decide whether to go lax, let Matty have his good girl, or to fight against him for comparing you to her. It doesn’t take long for the brat to win out. “You want her so bad? Call her in, then,”

You can practically hear Matty’s eyebrows raise, the realisation you won’t let him have this so easily setting in. “You want me to, baby?” He clicks his tongue. “I don’t think so. I think you’re jealous of the pretty girl who sits outside my office all day.” He reaches around to pop another button of your blouse. “And you’re scared of what I might be doing with her when you can’t see.” He pulls your shirt out of the waistband of your skirt and tugs it off your shoulders. “So you want her to know exactly what we’re doing in here, so you can lay some kind of claim on me. Am I right?” Your mind spins as you try to think of a smartass response, thoughts jolted free from your head when Matty spanks you harshly. The crack of skin on skin might have been loud enough to be heard from outside, you think with a pulse of satisfaction. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are yes, sir or yes, Daddy, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan out, your cunt throbbing needily. “You’re right. Want her to see how good you fuck me, want her to know she could never make you feel as good as I do,” you say, the admissions stumbling one after another from your lips, unbidden.

“There’s my good girl,” he coos, your stomach clenching at the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper falling. “Such a little brat when you’re gagging for my cock, aren’t you, princess?” You nod furiously, whining as he teases your hole with the tips of his fingers. Desperate for friction, you grind back against them, weak, helpless moans tumbling from your lips. “Beg for it.” You choke on a gasp. “Go on, angel. You want my cock so bad? Beg for it.”

You don’t even have time to pretend to have dignity before wanton pleas spill free. “Fuck, Daddy, please! Want your cock so fucking bad, always make me feel so good, s’not the same when I do it myself,” you whine, giving a shuddering gasp when he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. “Please! I’m beggin’ you, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Matty chuckles. “Alright, baby, alright,” he murmurs soothingly, lining himself up with your soaked entrance and sliding home so fast you’re gasping. Your knees buckle as you scramble for purchase on the desk, nails scraping against the varnished wood. “Oh, princess, it’s okay, Daddy’s here now,” he soothes, your cunt pulsing desperately around him. “Look at you, bein’ all sweet for me now you’re stuffed full. Such a dumb little slut, aren’t you, baby? Bet you wish you didn’t have to think about anythin’ except my cock.”

“Mhm,” you whine, arching your back as much as you can, your tits pressing against the cool wood of the desk. “M’just your stupid little slut, Daddy, please fuck me,” you beg, grinding back against him.

Matty’s hips slam suddenly against yours, a whining scream tearing from your throat as pleasure spills over in your veins. His hand comes down to cover your mouth, your body going limp against his. “Shh, princess. I’m at work, remember?” The reminder that fucking anyone could come to his door, know exactly what he’s doing to you, sends a thrill up your spine. “Can you be quiet, hm? Or do I need to make you quiet?” Another deep thrust draws a long, low moan from your throat, and he seems to have answered his own question. The fabric of his tie covers your mouth, spit leaking out around it. “There you go, angel. Nice and quiet for me. Bang on the desk if you need me to stop, okay?”

You nod, something that might be yes, Daddy coming out garbled around the gag. Matty fucks into you brutally, your chest heaving as ecstasy burns under your skin. “Good girl,” he coos. “Good, sweet girl. Takin’ my cock so well, princess. Such a pretty toy for your Daddy.”

Matty sets a bruising pace, your tongue pushing against his tie as it holds back your pathetic little noises. Your tits press against the desk, the sharp tip of a pencil digging into your bare stomach. You barely feel it, unconscious of anything but Matty’s skin against yours. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess. Daddy’s girl, aren’t you? Why would I ever want another girl when I’ve ruined you so perfect for me? Look at you, good little girl gagged and bent over my desk like a whore.” You moan, filthy words washing over you, sliding down your throat, sticky, wet pleasure dripping out of you.

You’re dizzy with lust, dazed and drooling, ecstasy spiralling through your bones. You can’t even think, Matty fucking all coherence out of you, every thrust clouding your mind more and more. Garbled moans fall from your lips in a filthy, spit-slick string, Matty’s rhythmic grunts swirling deliciously around your head. The calloused pads of his fingers find your clit, euphoria scorching in your bloodstream at the scrape over your swollen nerves. Your legs feel like jelly, melting hot and sweet under Matty’s touch. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Can feel your pretty cunt squeezin’ me so tight, princess. You wanna cum for Daddy?”

A few more rough circles over your clit, one more deep, spearing thrust and you break, wailing around the gag. “Good girl,” Matty croons, fucking you through as stars shatter behind your closed lids. Liquid ecstasy melts your bones, glueing you to the desk. Matty groans your name, cock pulsing as he spills inside you, a sound that’s pure desire falling from his lips. Still inside you, he unties the gag, letting it fall onto the desk as you draw a deep breath. “How are you feeling, angel?”

“So good,” you murmur, voice scratchy from disuse, whining as he pulls out of you. “Always make me feel so good, Daddy,” you add, letting Matty flip you around and set you on the desk, his eyes falling to your glistening core. Cum drips obscenely from you, puddling sticky and wet on his desk, a filthy smirk crossing his face.

“Good girl. So pretty for me, darling.” He tucks himself away, and once his belt is buckled he’s the picture of professionalism while you sit in front of him, sex-rumpled and half-naked and panting. “First girl I’ve ever fucked in here, you know,” he adds, so offhand you’d almost miss it if it it hadn’t made your heart jump into your throat. You can’t make head or fucking tail of him, one minute taunting you with his pretty secretary, the next swearing that you’re special. “M’sorry, darling, I don’t have much in here to clean you up with,” he says with a soft laugh, wiping a tissue through your folds and crooning soothingly when you whimper.

“S’okay. Was worth it,” you say. Your limbs feel tired and heavy, your eyelids drooping as you glance at the time and realise half your allotted hour is gone.

“You tired, sweet girl?” he asks with a soft, fond chuckle.

“Yeah,” you yawn. “You wore me out. Wish we were in bed. That was the best sleep of my life,” you confess, huffing a soft laugh.

You shudder as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch careful and tender. “Soon, princess, I promise. I’m sorry we haven’t seen each other. Missed you,” he says, and the admission melts in your chest, glueing your organs together and squeezing tightly. You sigh, the question on the tip of your tongue dissolving like a sugar pill as your resolve shatters. “How’s your week been, angel? Your friend’s birthday, right?”

You swallow a grimace. Isobel is hardly your friend, in the same way your parents aren’t friends, but you run in the same circles so proximity forced you into something resembling friendship. “Oh, the usual,” you say idly, twirling a curl that’s sprung loose from the gel in his hair around your finger. “Drinks, drugs, boys,” you tease, grinning when his jaw clenches. So he can dish it out but not take it? Interesting.

“Did you talk to any boys, princess?” he asks, eyes glittering dangerously.

Shrugging airily, you kick your legs where they dangle off the desk. “So what if I did?” you challenge. The next words wrench themselves free of your mouth, tasting bitter as they fall. “We’re only fucking, it’s not like you actually own me. If I want to fuck someone else, are you gonna stop me?”

The question hangs thick and acerbic in the air between you and Matty swallows visibly. “No,” he says after a pause. “You can fuck whoever you want, princess. Won’t be as good as me, though, and you know it,” he says, smug and acrid.

The air between you is tense, horribly charged and all wrong, and you can feel tears prickling at the back of your throat. “I should get going,” you say abruptly, getting to your feet. “I’ll see you soon,” you add, not looking back at him as you cross the room.

“Say hi to Ruby on your way out, yeah?” Matty says, something close to a sneer in his voice. As you open the door, though, you paste on a blithe smile and relax your shoulders for Ruby’s benefit.

“Hope it’s not you who has to clean up in there,” you smirk as you pass. “Made a bit of a mess,” you giggle, savouring the way Ruby’s face shifts in colour as she swallows her grimace.

And so you leave Matty’s office more confused about what he wants than when you fucking came in. Something shifts between you after that. Your words don’t change, Matty just as syrupy-sweet as ever, but the difference is palpable, sugared words souring as you digest them. He gets even more possessive while you fuck, more degrading, insisting you’re such a little slut, baby. Whoring yourself out to every fucking boy who looks at you, but you always come runnin’ back to your Daddy, yeah?

But it’s not always angry and mean. Sometimes, it’s slow and so sweet you could swear it’s loving, Matty lavishing you with praise, murmurs of that’s right, such a good girl and Daddy’s girl, so pretty for me soaking into your skin and tying themselves in knots around your brain. Some nights, especially recently, you don’t even fuck when you go to his place. Being there is a comfort, away from catty friends and overbearing parents, somewhere you can just be. Last night, you’d suddenly realised you kind of just weren’t in the mood, apologising and making to leave, and he’d just kissed your temple, pulled you in close and asked what your favourite movie was. And you started to believe. And then you’ll go out for drinks, so much as mention a boy’s name; he’ll toss a jab about some pretty young girl he works with, and you’re right back where you started, tearing each other apart at the seams.

You’re this close to ripping your fucking hair out, sick to death of bottling it all up when you finally decide you need to unload on someone. “I just don’t get him,” you complain, your best friend Thea making sympathetic noises at all the right moments. “One minute it’s all you’re my girl and my pretty baby, the next it’s such a whore, bet you’d let anyone fuck you.”

“But you’re still sleeping at his place?” Thea asks, judgement obvious in her tone.

You groan. “Yes, leave me alone! If you saw the state I’m in after, you’d understand.”

Thea clicks her tongue. “And you haven’t actually fucked anyone else?”

“No,” you admit, defeated. “Don’t know if I could, to be honest.”

“Does he know that? Has he?”

“No and I don’t know. I just don’t know where I fucking stand, and I can’t ask. He’ll think I’m some pathetic little girl who can’t handle it, I know it.”

“You know what you need? You, me, a pair of slutty little dresses, and those fancy cocktails with about twelve kinds of alcohol in them from 102. I’m not taking no for an answer, I’ll see you at ten.”

And, true enough, at eleven you’re clutching a gin bowl for dear life and screeching along to the song thumping through the club’s speakers. “I need a refill, c’mon!” you shout in Thea’s ear, dragging her off to the bar where you can hear slightly better.

Despite the queue, the bartender stops in front of you with a smile. “Love that dress. What can I get for you?” You scan the menu, brow scrunching in a frown, but your words die in your throat as the bartender steps into slightly better light and you take her in properly. She’s a fucking goddess, model-pretty with thick, dark hair and long-lashed brown eyes.

Thea swats your arm and you realise your gaze has drifted down, and you pull it back up to where she’s waiting with a smirk. “You’ve— The menu’s changed. I used to get a Sucker,” you manage to get out around the lump in your throat.

“Alright,” she says cryptically. “And you?”

Thea shrugs. “I’ll have what she’s having, I’m not picky.”

She laughs. “Oh, no. You two do not pick the same poisons. I’ve got this, okay?” Slightly entranced, you watch her work, setting something golden and glittering in front of you. “Sunshine Baby,” she says with a wink. “And for you… Antichrist.”

Thea takes her swirling, dark drink with a delighted grin. “She was into you,” she teases, nudging you with her hip.

“Oh, please, she wanted a tip.” The pair of you find a table, one with a prime view of the DJ booth so you can ogle the hot, blond DJ as he whips the crowd into a frenzied mass of sweating bodies. You keep returning to the same bartender, whose name you learn is Charli, and she keeps plying you with free shots for hot girls and increasingly strong drinks, until you find yourself stumbling onto the dancefloor and losing track of Thea.

Your head feels light, your body loose in a way it hasn’t been in weeks, the alcohol dampening your coherent thoughts. A pair of hands find your waist, and you twist your head back to meet the eyes of their owner. He couldn’t be further from Matty if he tried; your age, for one, tall, willowy and blond. The kind of man you’d usually never have looked twice at. But maybe that’s exactly what you need right now, you think, grinding your hips back against his with a grin. “Can I get your number?” he asks, pulling you free of the dancefloor, sweaty and flushed and smiling freely. After a long moment of consideration, Matty’s warning gaze flashing in your mind, you smirk and give it to him. “Let me take you out. You free Thursday?”

His overconfidence is jarring, and you swallow a frown. “I don’t know,” you tease. “Maybe. Why don’t we get back out there and you can convince me?” You obviously aren’t going to fucking go. Even as drunk as you are, you know that. Whatever this thing with Matty is, it’s serious to you, and you know the pair of you need to untangle it. But, for now, you shove it to the back of your mind, distracting yourself with free shots from a pretty boy, your head spinning wildly by the time you find Thea.

She might even be drunker than you are, stumbling and slurring as you bundle her into a taxi; she lives on the other side of town to you, so it doesn’t make sense to share. “Go, I’ll be fine,” you insist. “There’ll be another one in a minute, okay? Bye! Love you!” you shout as the car pulls away, Thea’s slightly green-tinged face hanging out of the open window. Left alone, you suddenly realise just how drunk you are, your vision blurred as you slump to the curb. When ten minutes pass without a taxi appearing, panic starts to set in; it’s too close to closing time and you’re too drunk, 102 won’t let you back in, and it’ll be the same story anywhere up and down the street. You’re alone in the dark, bile rising in your throat as you do the only thing you can think of and dial Matty.

“Hello?” he says, voice gruff with sleep. “Bit late to be calling, darling. Can’t sleep? Need some help to relax?” he adds, his smirk audible.

Your voice wavers as you speak. “M’sorry, I didn’t know who else to call,” you say, choked with the effort of holding back tears. “I can’t call my parents, I don’t have any fucking friends who’d care, there’s no taxis, I—” you cut yourself off with a hysterical gasp.

Matty shushes you soothingly. “Baby. Baby, breathe. Breathe for me, okay?” You try your best to obey, drawing deep, hiccuping breaths, shuddering harshly on the exhale. “What’s wrong, love?” You stumble your way through an explanation, babbling profuse apologies, mortification creeping up your spine. “Darling, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry. Where are you?”

“102,” you sniffle. “It’s—”

“I know the place. Sit tight, okay? I’m getting in the car now, I’ll be there soon. I’ve got you, promise.” The wave of relief that floods your body when you finally spot Matty’s car pulling to a stop in front of you is near-crippling, and you’d have collapsed when he wraps his arms around you if he wasn’t supporting your weight. “Oh, baby. Sweet girl, it’s okay. I’m here now. I’ve got you,” he repeats soothingly, only pulling away when you stop swaying on your feet. “God, you smell like the floor of a dive bar,” he teases, and you chuckle weakly. “C’mon, angel. Let’s get you in bed, yeah?”

You murmur another apology as you slide into the passenger seat, and he waves it away with a smile. “Hey, my house is the left back there,” you say, the cool night air having snapped you back to yourself a little.

“I know,” Matty says quietly. “I’m not sending you back there alone, darling. Promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he says, his hand on your thigh gently calming instead of teasing.

“Thank you,” you mumble, looking down at your lap as Matty parks the car in his drive.

“Any time, angel. I’m serious. I’m glad you called. Don’t ever want you to think I won’t be here if you’re not okay.” And fuck if that sickening, chaotic mess of feelings doesn’t just bubble right back up to the surface. He leads you into the kitchen, your body curled into his to steady yourself. “I’ll get you something to eat, okay?”

You shake your head. “Mm-mm. You’re already doing too much. And I won’t keep it down, anyway,” you say, pressing a hand to your roiling stomach. “I just need to lie down.” You start to wander into the living room, and Matty grabs your wrist gently.

“You need to eat something, darling. Drink some water, sleep in a bed,” he adds insistently. You let him fuss over you, plying you with a slice of toast and a glass of water, and you tuck yourself into his chest as he carries you up to bed. Dressed in one of his well-worn shirts, his familiar scent fills your lungs, comforting as he tucks himself into bed next to you.

“Thank you,” you repeat. “Can’t say it enough. Didn’t have to do all this, Matty. I would’ve been okay.”

“Don’t want you just okay,” he answers. “Want you feeling good, and safe, and happy. Get some sleep, love, m’here.” You close your eyes obligingly, but your drunken haze lifting has set your thoughts free, spinning like a coin set on its edge that just won’t fall. Your night plays back in sickening detail behind your lids, the memory of the boy’s hands on you bringing bile up your throat. Laying in Matty’s bed without having been thoroughly exhausted first always plays with your sanity, your brain wandering to places you know it shouldn’t go as he sleeps peacefully next to you.

The sun is coming up by the time you give up on sleep, hoping Matty’s rhythmic breathing means he won’t hear you trying to sneak away. No such luck, though. “Where you goin’, sweetheart?” he asks, and you feel a stab of guilt at interrupting his sleep yet again.

“Home. I’ll get out of your hair, now. Thank you again,” you say quietly.

“Baby. Princess. Come here, come back here,” Matty says, and he looks so sweet and earnest, sleep-soft and smiling, that you obey, and you can’t help the happy little sigh that escapes you as he pulls you close.

Shame burns hot through you as you remember the previous night all over again, and you can’t stop yourself from blurting out, “A boy asked me on a date last night.”

Matty’s hand tightens on your hip. “What did you say?” he asks, voice low with warning.

You sigh, steeling yourself to look into his eyes. “What do you want me to have said? you answer, and he blinks, confusion written across his features. “What is this, Matty? Because if this is casual, if you just want a shiny young girl on your arm for a few months, it’s fine by me,” you lie, pushing down the nausea that pools at your words. “But if this is just fun, we should be allowed to see other people — are you seeing other people?” you ask, tension winding between your shoulder blades as you prepare for the answer.

“No,” Matty practically growls. “And I’m not fucking anyone else, either, before you ask. I haven’t in weeks.” He huffs a laugh. “I tried, the day I met you, tried to get you out of my head ‘cause I didn’t think I’d get to have you.” His thumb rubs gentle circles into your hip, his touch comforting as his words soak in, a soothing balm to your nerves. “Didn’t fucking work. Couldn’t stop picturing you instead,” he confesses. “You’re in my head, princess. M’sorry I let my little strop go on so long. Thinkin’ about some other man touching you was driving me crazy. I was bein’ selfish. If you want to see other people, I—”

“I don’t,” you interrupt. “Only want you.”

He breaks out in a wide grin. “Pictured this being a bit more romantic, but,” Matty pinches your hip gently, and you giggle, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re my girl, yeah? Properly mine.”

“Yeah,” you say, practically glowing as you smile back at him. “As long as you’re mine.”

He threads a hand into your hair, kisses you like breathing is a choice, licking eagerly into your mouth as you melt against him. “What are you gonna say if another boy asks you on a date, princess?”

“I have a boyfriend,” you beam, just using the word making your heart warm. The tangled knot that’s sat in your belly for weeks now blissfully untied, your body feels loose and happy and willing. “I’m gonna have a shower, okay, then I’ve gotta thank you properly, yeah?”

A filthy smirk pulls at Matty’s lips. “I like the sound of that.” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his nose before climbing off him.

“You would,” you tease, padding into the bathroom and running the shower. You luxuriate under the water for several long, glorious minutes, the water pressure melting the last lingering tension between your shoulders. The smell of the club lingers in your hair until you scrub it with Matty’s expensive shampoo, the smell familiar as you work your fingers over your scalp, lingering like you’ll be able to absorb him through your skin. You towel your hair mostly dry, despite your insistence that Matty was committing a cardinal sin by doing the same, and wander back into the bedroom still naked and dripping wet.

Matty chokes on a gasp. “Fuck. Hi, gorgeous.” The praise heats your cheeks and you kneel at the foot of his bed, clasping your hands behind your back.

“Hi, Daddy,” you say sweetly. “I said I’d thank you properly. Gonna show you what a good girl I can be. Best girl you’ll ever have.” Matty smirks, sitting up to give himself a better view. “Can do whatever you want with me. All day long.” He smirks, dirty and sleazy and delicious, and pats the sheets next to him.

“C’mere, princess. Up you get.” You scramble to obey, sighing happily when he tangles his legs with yours and kisses you slow and deep. His hardness presses against your thigh as you make out, his hands wandering to your ass and squeezing. “God, so perfect, darling,” he praises. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“Yours,” you whimper into his mouth, almost deliriously happy. His kiss is almost ferocious, hungry and devouring, desire coiling under your skin. “Daddy, please. Want you so bad,” you murmur.

Matty laughs. “Patience, angel. Thought you were gonna be good?” he says, but it’s light and teasing, without any of the underlying meanness that might have laced his tone a week ago. You relax, tension unspooling in your belly as you put your trust in him. His hands skim over your body, somehow both gentle and working you into a frenzy. A litany of pathetic little whimpers fall from your lips as you squirm under his hands, Matty smirking into the kiss. “Sweet, needy baby,” he croons. “Missed havin’ you all sweet for me. M’sorry I was so mean, princess. Gonna make it up to you, I swear.” His fingers finally find your clit, heat welling between your thighs. It takes a Herculean effort to stay still, not react beyond your involuntary gasp, but the proud little smile on Matty’s face is worth it. “Good girl. Tell Daddy what you want, angel.”

You nod, swallowed in hazy pleasure as he rubs slow circles over your clit. “Want you to fuck me,” you choke out, your throat closing in overwhelming arousal.

Matty rolls on top of you, connecting your lips in a messy kiss. “Of course, baby. You okay like this? Wanna watch your pretty face while I fuck you.”

“Please,” you breathe. Matty doesn’t tease, just rubs gentle circles over your clit as he enters you, moaning softly into your mouth. Your hips roll, desire pooling under your skin as he fucks you slow and deep.

“God, missed havin’ you like this,” he breathes, his head falling into your shoulder. “Oh, darling, I know, I know. Daddy’s here, I’ve got you, okay?” he murmurs as you whimper softly, languid, bone-deep pleasure rolling over you. Matty’s eyes are liquid with affection, his lips curving into an unconscious smile.

His lips find yours again, your tongues sliding together as punched-out gasps fall from your lips in time with his smooth, measured thrusts. It’s immeasurably intense, Matty playing your body like a symphony, and you’re powerless to do anything but whine and writhe. “Thank you s’much, Daddy. Feels so fucking good,” you whimper, locking your legs around his waist. The change in angle is glorious, ecstasy winding through your bloodstream as Matty rubs circles into your clit.

“Good girl,” Matty murmurs, “Such a good girl for Daddy. My girl, my fucking girl. Wish I could keep you all sweet and cockdrunk for me all the fuckin’ time. Fuckin’ wish I could have you as my little kept girl, have this pussy at home waitin’ for me every fuckin’ night,” he groans, the familiar fantasy spiralling through your mind. He murmurs soft, sugary words into your ear, liquid desire melting your brain until you’re sure it must be dripping from your ears, soaking the sheets under your hair. “So, so pretty, darling. Look so gorgeous while I’m fucking you, god.”

You glow at the praise, heat thrumming under your skin as his hips meet yours over and over. You’re practically delirious, lost in thick, syrupy pleasure, the lewd sound of skin meeting filling the room. “Mmh, oh, my God, fuck—” you gasp, pleasure coiling tight in your belly as you dig your nails into his back. “M’gonna cum, Daddy, oh, my God, need it s’bad. Wanna cum, wanna make you cum, shit. Need to feel it, need you to fill me up, make me yours, God, please!”

“Fuck, such a good girl,” Matty gasps, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer. “Can hold on for me, just for a second, yeah? Wanna cum together,” he adds, and you whine, rolling your hips up against him and trembling with the effort of holding your orgasm at bay. He fucks into you with deep, sloppy thrusts, moaning into your mouth and pinching your clit. Garbled moans of fuck and yes and Daddy stumble from your lips, sticky, hot desire dripping from your cunt as you writhe under him. “Fuck, princess, you ready?” Matty gasps against your lips.

“Yeah, m’ready, Daddy, c’mon. Cum in me, fill up this slutty little pussy. M’yours, your good girl, your little cumdump. God, need it s’bad,” you moan, breaking into a whine as Matty spills inside you with a groan. Your orgasm follows a split-second later, moaning against Matty’s mouth with stardust glittering in your veins. Euphoria scorches under your skin, your head floating clear of your body as pleasure floods you, gasping and moaning. “Thank you,” you say dopily, smiling up at him as he pulls out. You widen your legs to watch his cum dripping out of you, pooling obscene and sticky on the mattress.

Matty watches you with a laugh. “Little cumslut,” he says fondly.

“Your little cumslut,” you smirk, stretching out your sore muscles. “When I said anything you want, I meant anything,” you grin. “Want me to be your little kept girl? Cook and clean for you while you look all pretty and important?”

He chuckles. “First of all, I’ve seen what you think passes for a meal, princess. Don’t know how you haven’t poisoned yourself.” You swat his shoulder, laughing. “Second of all, if you can stand right now, I haven’t worked hard enough,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re lucky I like you cocky,” you tease, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and testing your weight on your feet as you stand. Matty catches you as you stumble slightly, I told you so written plainly on his face. “Don’t,” you warn, before it can leave his mouth.

“Y’know, I think I like the sound of having a little housewife for the day,” he grins, your stomach tying itself in a knot at the word wife from his lips. “C’mon, sweet girl, I’m sure we can find something for you to occupy yourself with while you’re waitin’ for me to fuck you dumb again, huh?” he teases, your thighs clenching at the words. You bend to reach for your clothes, and he tsks softly. “Didn’t say you could get dressed, did I, angel?”

“No, Daddy. I won’t.” You swallow thickly, following him downstairs, feeling shockingly exposed in the glare of the sunlight pooling from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Matty’s cum trickles down your thighs as you hover beside him.

“Make us some tea, would you, darling?” he says, casual like you’re not naked and dripping cum on his pristine kitchen floor. “Shame you haven’t got a little apron, or something. Think I’d go a bit crazy, seein’ you in my kitchen dripping wet in nothing but an apron and a smile. Gotta teach you how to cook someday, if you wanna be my kept girl,” he continues, still maddeningly conversational as your cunt pulses wantonly at his words. “Tea, darling? Or have I got you too dumb for that without even touching you?” he teases.

Almost mechanically, you fill the kettle and flick it on, dropping a teabag into a mug for him and wrinkling your nose unsubtly. “Can I have a coffee? I don’t do tea.”

Matty laughs. “Course, princess. Want you to make yourself at home. Coffee’s just down there.” He points to a cupboard near your feet, stroking over the curve of your ass as you bend over. You don’t realise his game until you scan the contents of the cupboard and find nothing but pots and pans, and his fingers are tracing your messy, sensitive cunt. “Oops, did I say down?” he deadpans, reaching above your head to open another cupboard. “I meant up.”

“Perv,” you tease, retrieving the tin of coffee as the kettle whistles.

“Can’t help it,” he murmurs, dipping his head to kiss softly at your neck and jaw. “Too fucking gorgeous. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You giggle, breaking his hold to pour your drinks. “Can’t believe it took us this long. We’re idiots, kind of.”

“A bit,” he chuckles, accepting his tea and taking a sip. “So, what did you say? To that boy?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“No, obviously. Felt so guilty taking his number. Deleted it in the car,” you admit, staring into your coffee to avoid his gaze.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Knew nobody could fuck you like me, right? Nobody could treat you as good?”

You flush, setting your drink down and hopping up onto the counter, crossing your legs behind his back as he crowds into your space. “No, Daddy. Only you, I promise.”

Matty cups your jaw. “That’s right, princess. All mine. And I’m yours,” he says, cupping your jaw and connecting your lips in a searing kiss, drinking in the taste of you as you pour your emotions into his mouth. “So perfect, such a perfect girl for me,” he says, sucking a bruise into your skin and working his way down. He presses kisses over your tits, one hand coming up to play with a peaked bud as he wraps his lips around the other. You whine, arching your back and pushing against his attentions, a low buzz of pleasure growing in the back of your skull. “Love these tits so much, baby. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, pressing a kiss in the valley of your breasts and tracing his fingers down, your muscles tensing at his touch. Desire whirls in your stomach, your head light and skin loose on your bones. He drops to his knees on the cool tile floor, kissing your knees as he spreads your legs wider, eyes blowing impossibly wider at the sight of your dripping cunt. “God, made such a mess of you, huh, princess? Want Daddy to get you cleaned up?”

“Please,” you gasp, threading a hand in his curls as he kisses the tender skin of your inner thigh. “Daddy, please. Want your mouth,” you whimper, moaning when his lips meet your slick skin. The pressure between your thighs is instant and familiar, mounting as Matty laps at your folds. He pulls off to bite at your thighs, scraping over his own fading bruises, faint pain tangling with pleasure under your overheated skin. His tongue is hungry as it fucks into you, his moans vibrating gloriously through you as you cling to the counter for dear life.

Your hips grind against his face, euphoria spiralling through you, stoking the fire low in your belly. “That’s it, princess. Gonna help Daddy get you off? My pretty little cockdrunk slut, need it all the time, right?” he murmurs, rubbing circles into your clit as he buries his tongue back into you. You can’t fucking think, everything in your brain drowned out by lips, tongue, teeth, Matty.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy, feels s’fucking good,” you whine, burying your hand in his curls and dragging him even closer, his tongue impossibly deep inside you as you clench around the muscle. Heat unspools in your belly, licking under your skin and setting your blood on fire, your hips rocking unbidden against his mouth. You cry out as Matty wraps his lips around your clit, pleasure-pain screaming from your still-sensitive nerves, all his attention focused on your swollen bud. “Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God,” you gasp, pulse jackhammering between your thighs, so fast you’re scared it’ll set off dynamite in your chest.

“Yeah?” Matty smirks up at you, his lips and chin soaked in your arousal. You’re close, embarrassingly so, his tongue sloppy and greedy as he devours your cunt. His quiet moans into your cunt are intensely gratifying, amplifying the ecstasy kicking wildly under your skin. “God, you’re so pretty fallin’ apart like this. Could live between these pretty thighs, princess.” In response, you tighten them around his head, savouring his little gasp as his tongue returns to your cunt, licking over your hole with fervour. Your eyes roll back in your head, swimming dizzily in ecstasy, your cunt throbbing with need.

Your entire body is tense, muscles clenched and expectant as Matty tongue-fucks you within an inch of your life. “M’so close, Daddy, wanna cum,” you whimper, chasing the pleasure that coils tight around your veins, your vision blurring as euphoria chokes you.

Matty circles his fingers over your clit, his callouses scraping deliciously over your tender skin. “Cum for me whenever you’re ready, princess. Wanna feel you fallin’ apart on my tongue. Sweetest fuckin’ girl in the world,” he murmurs, pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking hard, a scream tearing free from your throat. Molten desire pools in your belly, your body humming with energy begging to be released. “Come on, darling, let me hear you. Give me everything you’ve got,” he moans, your cunt dripping on his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, m’cumming, Daddy, fuck! Oh, God, feels s’good, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper, pure pleasure breaking you wide open, your vision whiting out as Matty’s tongue curls deep inside of you. You throb around him, every muscle in your body suddenly jelly, his hands on your thighs the only thing anchoring you to reality. Matty gets to his feet with a smirk, wordlessly prising your jaw open and sliding his wet fingers into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around his tongue, sucking and licking the taste of you off his skin and moaning softly. “Good girl. You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum, princess.” He catches your lips in a messy kiss, your slick on his tongue as it sweeps your mouth, his hands finding your hips and pulling you close. “You up for a little day out, angel? Wanna show off my pretty girl, make everyone jealous of me.”

You giggle. “I told you. Anything you want. If you want to bend me over and show the entire fucking world who I belong to, I’ll drop my panties right then and there, promise.”

Matty’s jaw clenches, nails digging into your hips. “Don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, ever,” he growls. “C’mon, princess, go and get dressed. Got a busy day planned,” he grins.

“When did you have time to plan a day out?” you scoff, hopping to your feet and heading back up the stairs.

“Wanted to take you out and ask you to be my girlfriend, but that part got wrecked. I still wanna spoil you, baby.” He wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss into your hair.

You melt into his touch, leaning into him with a soft, private smile. “You’re too sweet,” you say, pulling away from him to step into your discarded underwear and jeans, turning to rifle through his drawers. After a few moments, you find what you were looking for, a shirt that must be a remnant of some distant, misspent youth; so small it’s almost your size, and it must have been cropped short on him because it barely brushes the hem of your jeans. “Did you actually wear this?” you laugh, turning this way and that as you admire how surprisingly well the shirt flatters you.

Matty laughs. “Told you, I was in a band in my twenties. Made some questionable fashion choices, but I made it work.”

Your eyes light up. “You have to show me. Please, I have got to see what you looked like when you fit into this,” you plead, and he scoffs.

“Nah. Looks better on you, anyway,” he says, sliding a pair of sunglasses over your eyes and kissing your cheek, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Have you got a jacket? It’s fucking cold, for June,” he comments, a poor attempt at sounding casual.

It’s not that cold, and he knows damn well you don’t have a jacket. “Hmm, nope.” You pop the ‘p’ obnoxiously. “Guess I’ll have to borrow one of yours,” you say airily, as if that wasn’t his obvious fucking game all along. He slides a leather jacket over your shoulders, well-worn and smelling like him, and your reflection stops you dead. You look fucking hot. You look like a rich man’s scandalously young girlfriend, the graceful lines of him slotting perfectly into the picture. You snap a sweet photo of the two of you as he kisses your temple, and you giggle up at him.

“God, never gonna get over how gorgeous you look wearin’ my clothes, darling,” he murmurs, giving your ass a little smack and hurrying you into the car. His hand is familiar on your thigh as he drives, the warmth of his touch soaking into your skin and fizzing up in your chest. He presses kisses to your cheek at every red light, his gaze adoring every time it lands on you.

You share a lazy, light breakfast, trading kisses over pastries and coffee; yours heaped with cream and sugar and his bitter and black. Matty listens as you explain your friends’ petty little dramas, nodding or frowning at all the right moments but wise enough not to weigh in. He presses you against the car when you leave, digging one hand into your hair and the other into your waist and kissing the sugary-almond taste out of your mouth. “Pretty girl,” he praises, smiling as you flush.

“Sweet boy,” you murmur, kissing his nose as he pulls back and opens the passenger-side door for you. “Such a gentleman,” you giggle, sliding into your seat. You fiddle with the radio, turning to him expectantly when the car stays in park. “Thought you had the whole day planned out?”

“I do,” he grins. “Just waitin’ for you to tell me where you like to shop, angel.”

You smile, rattling off a list that comes as easily as breathing. “Are you gonna take me shopping?” you giggle as the engine purrs to life. “Won’t you get bored?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, reversing out of the car park. “I’ll be like the male lead in a romcom, carrying all your bags and following you like a lost puppy. It’ll be well funny,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but laugh, the image of him laden with shopping he’s paying for and wandering around a boutique looking slightly mystified frankly adorable.

“You’d make a good movie star. Just about pretty enough.” Matty gives an offended scoff and lights a cigarette, sulkily facing away from you as he takes a drag. An old favourite song crackles through the radio and you sing along, uninhibited and happy and maybe even a little in love.

Matty smiles at you indulgently as you start flipping through clothing racks, running your fingers through the fabric and musing which pieces already in your closet they’d pair well with. You pull out a pretty little summer dress, white and lacy with pink florals, and hold it up without looking at the price tag. “What do you think?” you grin, watching him picture you wearing it with a sleazy smile.

“If you want it, it’s yours,” he shrugs. “Go wild, princess.” Not one to look a gift horse, you take him at his word, draping the dress over your arm and fluttering off to flip through the skirts. A scandalously short leather mini catches your eye, and you hold it against your hips thoughtfully.

Matty’s jaw tightens unsubtly. “Oh, don’t be such a boy,” you tease. “I’ll model it for you later,” you add with a grin, and his hands fly to your waist and pull you in.

“Please don’t get me all worked up, sweetheart,” he pleads against your lips. “Don’t wanna have to cut this short because I had to bring you home and take what I need from you, do you?”

Your insides melt into liquid and you flush, heat slick under your skin. “Tempting,” you smirk. “Later tonight?”

His eyes darken, sparkling with allure. “I’m counting the minutes,” he murmurs against your lips, taking an inappropriately greedy handful of your ass and pressing his lips against yours.

Your knees go weak when Matty licks into your mouth, his tongue hedonistic and clever and sure. You indulge yourself in his kiss for a few moments, his body pressing against yours as he threads a hand into your hair. “Mmh, stop trying to distract me,” you say, voice slightly rough with desire. “I’m gonna bleed you dry, darling.”

Matty grins. “Do your worst, angel.”

And you certainly try your fucking hardest, piling his arms high with blouses and dresses and skirts; lipsticks and powders and creams; pumps and heels and sandals. When Matty starts dragging his feet, you take pity on him and pull him into the lingerie section, his jaw going slightly slack as he stares around; he looks vaguely guilty, like he’s been caught somewhere he shouldn’t.

You pluck a delicate, white corset off the rack, holding it up musingly. “How about this? Might be cute with one of those skirts?” Matty swallows thickly, clearly stuck for words that won’t get the pair of you banned from the store and maybe arrested for lewd behaviour.

“I like it.” He clears his throat. “A lot.”

You grin mischievously. “I have an idea, Daddy,” you murmur, the word a delicious taboo as it slips from your lips, scandalously inappropriate on the wide-open shop floor. “Should get yourself some presents, too. Pick some stuff out for me?”

A filthy smirk splits his face, and you shiver, a thrill running up your spine. Matty, it turns out, has extremely discerning tastes, at least when it comes to lingerie. Everything he chooses is carefully considered, holding the lace against your skin to consider the colour, the shape, the cut of the piece and how it’ll sit on your body. You end up heaped with a pile of bras and panties, corsets and teddies, babydoll dresses and chemises, slightly dizzy at the thought of dressing up in them for him.

“Think that’s more than enough to keep us both happy, don’t you, princess?” he grins, leading you to the counter. It takes aeons to get you rung up, and you feel a little faint at the sight of the total; it’s more than five thousand pounds. Matty doesn’t even look fazed, though, kissing you softly and swiping his card like it’s nothing. It’s maybe a little embarrassing, but you feel a faint tingle of arousal at him taking such a massive sum in stride.

You drape yourself across him as he loads your bags into the car, pressing grateful kisses anywhere you can reach. “Thank you, Daddy. Too good to me. Tell me how I can make it up to you.”

Matty smiles, wide and warm and so fucking sweet you can taste the honey dripping from his mouth. “Don’t need to, angel. Just let me spoil you. Like seein’ you happy after I was such a little bitch before. M’sorry, sweet girl.”

You laugh as you slide into the car beside him. “I’ve accepted worse apologies for worse things from far worse men. I think we’re more than even now.” You run your hand over his thigh, cupping his cock with a smirk. “How about I put on a little fashion show for you when we get back? Call it even when I can’t even remember my own name?”

He grins. “You are filthy,” he says delightedly, throwing on a burst of speed that pins you against the seat, suddenly desperate to get the pair of you into a bedroom.

Matty’s mouth is ravenous on yours as soon as you’re alone, dropping the bags to grip your waist hungrily and pull you flush against him. “Mmh, hold on,” you say, breaking away regretfully. “Don’t you wanna see me all dolled up for you, Daddy?”

Groaning, Matty slides his hands down to your waist, spanking you when you bend over to retrieve your bags. A pulse of wanton arousal throbs stickily between your legs, an involuntary moan rumbling from your lips. “Pretty little slut,” he mumbles approvingly. “Wanna get that pretty ass all red for me, god.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you murmur, straightening up and leaning back against him. “Anything you want.” He follows you up the stairs, making himself comfortable on the bed as you slip into the bathroom and change. You primp and preen, experimenting with lip swatches and sparkling eyeshadow, switching out your outfit until you’re satisfied.

Matty is waiting on the bed when you slip back into the room. The sight of him, his legs spread wide and clad only in boxers with one hand lazily palming his cock through the fabric, is almost enough to make you abandon your plans. “D’you like the skirt now, Daddy?” you ask, pulling the waistband down to reveal the scrap of deep-red satin clinging to your waist.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’m quite convinced yet, princess,” he teases. “Think you should show me what it looks like off.”

A heavy pulse of want wells between your thighs, and you grin. “Let me put on a little show for you, first.” You cue up a carefully-curated playlist, swaying your hips in time with the beat and slowly peeling off your shirt. Matty’s breath catches at the sight of you, groaning low in his throat, the sound going straight to your cunt.

Turning and bending over right on cue, you shake your ass, flashing your panties under the skirt; Matty moans outright. “So gorgeous, princess. Gettin’ me so fucking hard, god,” he groans, and as you turn to face him, you’re treated to the sight of him freeing his cock, slowly pumping it and watching you intently. Your skirt slides to the floor as Matty fucks into his fist, delicious, gasping little moans tumbling from his lips. “Fuck, c’mere, please,” he pleads, gaze fixed on you as you stalk to the edge of the bed.

“Wanna sample the merchandise, huh?” you tease, straddling his lap and grinding down on his cock. Matty’s hands come up to your tits, palming and squeezing greedily as your head falls forward to meet his lips. You let him grope you for a few long, delicious minutes, his hands finding your hips, your waist, your ass and digging in. Then, you hop off his lap, and Matty whines. “I’ve still got more stuff to try on,” you grin, slipping away and changing into a sheer-white babydoll with a matching thong.

Matty chokes on air at the sight of you, and you smile angelically, kneeling at the foot of the bed. “God, gonna drive me crazy, darling. Need to fuck you so bad,” he groans, his cock flushed red and dripping as it disappears into his fist.

You giggle. “M’glad you picked this one, Daddy. D’you wanna know what I thought when I saw it?” He nods, dazed and practically drooling. “I thought, ‘That’s what I wanna wear around the house when I’m bein’ a good little housewife for my Daddy,’” you murmur, and Matty has a physical reaction, shuddering as his eyes go wide, the fantasy playing clear as day on his face.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans. “Angel. Darling. Sweet girl. Come here. Let me fuck you, please,” he begs, hips shifting needily as he pumps his cock.

Draping yourself over his lap, you smile blithely up at him. “You promised to spank me, Daddy,” you pout, and Matty gives a filthy smirk, tracing his fingers over your panties as you shudder and squirm.

“Such a filthy little slut, god,” he murmurs. “This sweet little ass is gonna look so pretty covered in my handprints, baby. Gonna remind you who you belong to every time you sit down, yeah?”

Arousal swirls through your body, wanton need dripping from your neglected cunt. “Belong to you, Daddy. Your girl— ah!” you gasp as Matty’s hand comes down, meeting your ass harshly. A long, low moan pulls from your throat, sweet pain tangling with the burning need under your skin. “Yes, Daddy, fuck. Please, more,” you whimper, face pressed against the sheets as you sink deeper into glorious submission. Three more smacks come in quick succession, the flesh of your ass flaming under his touch.

Matty kneads your tender skin gently, soothing before he delivers another hit, the pain washing over you and coiling into thick, palpable pleasure under your skin. “Love this pretty ass so much, princess,” he praises.

“Want you to fuck me there, one day,” you say dreamily, so lost in desire-slick fantasies that you don’t even process the admission as it falls from your lips. “Wanna be yours. Every single hole,” you murmur, eyes lidded and voice rough with lust. Matty freezes, and you tense. God, was that a weird thing to say? Too early to admit it? Is he gonna think you’re actually a slut now?

A moan of pure, unfiltered lust falls from his mouth and your thighs clench, the fabric of your panties soaked and sticky between your thighs. “Fuck, you can’t say things like that, princess. Gonna make me fuckin’ cum before I’ve even fucked you,” he murmurs, voice low and raked over gravel, thick with lust. His fingers tease over your clit through your panties, and you arch up into his touch, whimpering.

“Then fuck me,” you plead. “Please, Daddy. Want you.” Matty grins, manhandling you until you’re laying on your front, pleasure tense in your belly as he slides your panties to the side.

Your cunt clenches around nothing, gasping and pleading softly as the sheets dig into your cheek. “This okay, angel? Wanna watch the bruises come up on your pretty little ass.”

Lifting your hips, you shake your ass at him, a smirk pulling at your lips. “Gonna think about fucking it, Daddy?” He groans, the sound going straight to your core, slick cunt dripping as you press against him. “S’okay if you do. I have been. When I’m alone, when I want you, fucking myself on my fingers and thinkin’ about you stretching me out there. Would feel so fucking— Ohh,” you break into a moan as Matty enters you with no warning, meeting no resistance from your soaked cunt.

“So fucking wet for me, princess. So fucking filthy, playing with that needy cunt and thinkin’ about me fucking your ass, god,” he groans, dipping his head to kiss between your shoulder blades. A shudder runs through you, the stretch and burn between your thighs familiar, the ache soothing.

Your cunt throbs, thick pulses of arousal hammering in time with your racing heart. “Harder, Daddy, please,” you whine, arching your back. Dizzying lust envelops you, your head hazy and light, practically floating clear of your body. A shocked moan escapes you as Matty spanks you again, pain sinking into pleasure that coils tightly through your insides.

“Don’t be greedy, darling,” he chides. “C’mon, lift your hips a little for Daddy, okay?” Unthinkingly, you obey, letting him puppeteer you, mould you into whatever shape he likes. “Good girl,” he murmurs, sliding a pillow under your hips. You glow at the praise, nails scraping the sheets when he fucks deep into you, the change in angle sending waves of pleasure spilling over you.

“Ngh, Daddy, fuck,” you whimper, your words coming out garbled where your face presses into the sheets. Incoherent moans of please and fuck and I need and Daddy stumble from your lips, your body melting into a pleasure-soaked haze as Matty fucks deep into you.

Your hips meet obscenely, lewd sounds filling the room as your world narrows down to the four walls, aware of nothing but him. “That’s it, princess. Let it all out, let Daddy hear those pretty noises, yeah? Nobody else gets to hear you like this, right?” he coos, pinching your clit and moaning softly as your cunt clenches around him reflexively.

“N-no,” you promise shakily, struggling to pull the words to the forefront of your mind, delirious with pleasure. “Only you, Daddy. Only one who can fuck me like this. So fucking good.” You choke on a gasp, Matty’s hips meeting yours over and over, your vision swimming, your body set adrift in an ocean of sheer ecstasy.

“Such a sweet girl,” Matty murmurs, teasing your clit as you whine powerlessly. Seemingly just for the fun of it, he slaps your ass again, the sweet sting tearing you open. Pleasure rushes through you, cradling your very organs, stoking a fire that chars your bones. “God, I love your pretty ass, darling. Can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole.” His words sink into your skin, wrapping tight around your sore muscles, ecstasy coiling in your veins. With what feels like a monumental effort, you rock your hips up towards him, Matty impossibly deep inside you.

The tip of his cock brushes that perfect spot inside you, sending a bright jolt of pure euphoria fizzing up your spine. A keening wail falls from your lips, a loud, uninhibited sound of undiluted pleasure. “Gettin’ close, angel? Wanna cum for your Daddy?” You nod wildly, indistinct, stifled pleas tumbling from your lips like prayers. “Go on, princess, cum for me. Cum all over my fuckin’ cock, make me cum.” In that same obedient, thoughtless way, you do. You choke and whimper and whine, drool pooling in your mouth and dripping out against the sheets as you moan the only word you know: Daddy. Euphoria burns white-hot under your skin, melting your organs until your body is made of liquid desire, messily strung together by flimsy ligaments. Matty’s touch is the only thing anchoring you to reality, your head still hazy as you drift back to Earth.

Matty’s pace is erratic, frenzied and wild and hot as your cunt pulses with aftershocks. “Cum on me,” you beg. “On my cunt, on my tits, on my face, I don't care. Just wanna see it, wanna feel it, want you to mark me, make me yours,” you plead, and Matty groans. He gives your ass one more swift smack for good measure and flips you over, your bruised skin screaming in protest as it presses into the sheets. Three quick passes of his fist over his cock and he’s cumming, white ropes splashing across your belly and up to your tits, painting your skin in a filthy, lurid display. “Thank you, Daddy,” you murmur as he breathes heavily above you. “Love bein’ your little cumdump.”

His head tips back, a disbelieving laugh bubbling free. “Such a good, sweet, pretty girl with such a filthy mouth, princess. So fuckin’ hot.” You smile proudly, dragging your fingers through his mess and sucking the taste of him off them. Matty’s eyes go wide, his head falling to lap at the skin between your tits, kissing and sucking ravenously at them. He makes his way up and presses his lips to yours, the taste of him smearing between your mouths, the kiss a filthy thing, alive with desire. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbles, hushed like he isn’t even aware of the words, and you flush.

“So are you,” you smile as he falls next to you, gazing adoringly into your eyes as your chests heave.

“We should get cleaned up,” he says with a weak chuckle, and you mumble an affirmative without even pretending to move. “Just a minute, princess, then I’ll get you cleaned up, cook us some dinner, yeah?” he promises, kissing you gently as your eyes flutter closed. Of course, the pair of you wake an hour or so later, dried cum on your belly and crusting into your brand-new lingerie, your thighs uncomfortably wet and sticking. Matty carries you into the bath, takes gentle care of you, the promised meal waiting when you pull yourself out of the now-lukewarm water. Pillar candles glow atop the dining table, the light sparkling off your wine glasses, and your heart melts.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall deeply, irrevocably in love with him; every passing day reveals something new to adore. The words spring to your lips at any and all moments, both opportune and not, and it starts to become a real struggle to swallow them back down. You don’t want to be too much, too soon, and truthfully you’re scared of what his answer will be, and even more so of how you’ll react.

Your private-not-secret relationship is your so-called friends’ favourite topic of discussion, so much so that you’re afraid it’ll get back to your parents before you’re ready for them to know. You try to keep them happy with minor tidbits, throw them off with misdirections (yes, he’s older; no, I won’t tell you by how much; no, my parents don’t know him), but their endless reserves of intrusion are starting to wear you down. Thea is your only confidante, the only one besides Matty himself who knows the ins and outs, and you’re fucking dying for someone new to brag and gush to. So when Matty texts you one day in mid-August, asking if you want to meet his friends, you jump at the chance.

My friends are absolutely desperate to meet you, by the way

Insist they have to meet this girl I won’t shut up about

I’ve been told to tell you Emerald Hill at 10pm on Saturday, and not to take no for an answer

If that tells you what kind of a bunch they are, fair warning

i’d love to :)

come pick me up at 8? then we’ll have time to get presentable before we have to go ;)

By the time Saturday rolls around, you’re practically fizzing with excitement, much to your parents’ suspicion — they’ve been sceptical all summer of how happy you’ve been, curious glances and pursed lips every time you so much as smile at your phone. The excitement has turned to nerves as you’re leaving Matty’s, though, roiling in your gut as you obsess over every detail that could go wrong. Matty wraps comforting arms around your waist from behind, kissing the top of your head and holding you close, the thump of his heartbeat at your back soothing. “Stop worryin’ so much, love. S’gonna be fine, okay?” He gives a boyish little grin as he opens the car for you. “Can’t wait for you to meet my boys. All my favourite people in one place,” he says, and you smile softly, that warm, fizzing affection you don’t want to give a name to creeping up your chest.

Matty lets you choose the music as you drive, shaking his head every time you queue up another glitter-gel-pen pop song. He takes your hand and leads you into the bar, a classy little place tucked into a street corner, his eyes lighting up as he catches sight of whoever you’re here to meet, swallowed into a bear hug by a tall blond when he reaches the table.

“Ah, mate, it’s been too long,” the other man says, pulling back and offering you a hand. “George.”

You look up into his face and your jaw drops. The hot DJ from that fateful night at 102 grins down at you, and your eyes widen as you try to take back your composure. Swallowing your tongue, you smile and give your name, taking a seat as Matty pulls a chair out for you. Just as you’re getting over that shock, you lock eyes with Charli and she smirks back at you.

“Sunshine Baby!” she exclaims. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You laugh, the tension in your shoulders loosening at the merest semblance of familiarity. “How do you remember that?” you laugh disbelievingly.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Matty interrupts.

Charli shrugs. “Sort of. Sunshine over here racked up a three hundred quid tab and tipped me a hundred on top. Don’t forget that in a hurry.”

You cover your face in embarrassment. “That makes me sound like an alcoholic,” you groan. “Your fault, by the way.” You poke Matty’s shoulder affectionately. “I was mad at you, practically fucking bought out the bar about it. Entire place got a free drink off me.”

“I like her,” another member of the group chimes in with a laugh. You look up to meet the eyes of the speaker, and– Jesus. One group of friends shouldn’t be allowed to have this many hot people in it. “Ross,” he says, and you smile politely. The last member of the party introduces himself as Adam, and you greet him with a smile, letting yourself get absorbed into rapid conversation and raucous laughter. “Right,” Ross interrupts. “Matty — you’re picking up the tab,” he declares. “Oh, don’t make that face,” he says as Matty scoffs. “Amount you drink, I’m not paying it on a teacher’s salary.”

You giggle. “Aw, give him a break. These days, I’m spending his money faster than he can make it,” you joke, and Charli cackles. You’re pleasantly tipsy, the alcohol loosening your lips and lifting the weight of anxiety in your chest, conversation flowing between you as easily as the wine in your glass. You cling to Matty as you leave, waving cheerful goodbyes and promising to text Charli to arrange a girls’ night.

“I’m gonna regret introducing you two, aren’t I?” Matty sighs, pulling you in close against the unseasonably cold wind, the warmth of his body soothing.

“No,” you giggle. “I love her. Wish I had friends like yours,” you say, wistful and slightly self-pitying as you slide into the car.

Matty cups your cheek, leaning in across the console to press a tender, loving kiss against your lips. “I’m sorry, baby. But you have me. Always gonna have me, yeah?”

Your heart flutters, those three little words rising in your throat once again. “I guess you’re a pretty good consolation prize,” you tease, pushing down the frightening intimacy of the moment with levity.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles. “Wanna come back with me? Or do you want me to drop you home?”

You scoff. “Is that even a question?”

The rest of your summer passes quickly, too quickly. You spend more time at Matty’s house than home, more and more of your things finding their place there as time passes. You start going to visit him at work without any other justification, every step nerve-wracking as your father’s presence looms. You have one unbelievably close call when he’s in the lobby as you’re leaving, frantically slamming the door close button in the lift before he can turn and spot you. Ruby stays just as hostile, seething at you and muttering warnings that Matty’ll be bored soon every time you pass her by. You take a petty, savage pleasure in tormenting her, just a little, deliberately pulling Matty in for long, filthy kisses as you open his office door.

By the time you can’t put off going back to uni any longer, there’s barely any point in you being home at all. Naturally, Matty offers to be the one to drive you up, and you seize the opportunity to be alone with him for the last time in however fucking long. Your father is privately relieved not to be the one to have to, you can tell, accepting your explanation that Thea’s just passed her test and she’s offered to drive me. You don’t mind, do you? without question. Shows how much he knows; Thea’s failed her practical six times and counting.

When you arrive, Matty insists that you don’t lift a finger, carrying all of your boxes upstairs and giving you something to ogle in the process. You’re the last one back, your housemates smirking at you and nudging each other at the sight of him, fourteen years your senior with grey in his hair, kissing you filthy and unashamed in plain view. Later, you mouth behind his back, their answering giggles reminding you that you do have good friends, after all.

Matty looks devastatingly gorgeous in the late-autumn sunset, leaning against his car with a cigarette dangling from his lips. You snatch it with a smirk, stretching up to peck his lips and taking a deep drag. His smile melts you into goo, your heart hammering so fast it might smash free of your ribcage. If you don’t say it now, you’ll lose your nerve.

“I love you,” you rush out, muffled against his chest as he holds you, arms cradling your body tight and warm and safe. “You don’t have to say it back, I just… I do, and I want you to know.”

Matty pulls back to look at you, eyes soft with affection and adoration and maybe even something deeper. “Do you know how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say that, princess? God, I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much,” he groans, his hands at your waist the only thing keeping you upright as your knees go weak. “Think I might die, havin’ to be without you these next few weeks.” You giggle, giddy with infatuation and devotion and… God, you can just say love, now. “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. Could never stay away from you.”

#oh i love them so much

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omg yes pls something smutty based off guilty as sin im begging

okay yay!!! i’m so excited for this but will it live up to the expectations i have in my head? probably not but i’ll start working on it as soon as :))

#shit talks #matty healy #the 1975

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forcryingoutlloud · 21 days

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okay… it’s been a hot minute

if i said i had something smutty in the works based on ‘guilty as sin?’ is it too fresh yet or do people not care?

also probably won’t be finished for a while as the self deprecating thoughts are crippling but we move

also may start working on an nsfw alphabet??

anyway lmk your thoughts it would be much appreciated :D

#long time no see?#shit talks #matty healy

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the good, the bad and the dirty - matty healy

this is part of the janitor!matty au universe, if you have not read part one then you probably should <3

if you wanna make it through the night, you better say my name like the good, the bad and the dirty.

ever since that friday night in your classroom, you couldn't seem to get the janitor off your mind, desperate to feel his hands on you again. as weeks passed with nothing but winks shot at you across the hallway, it seems like fate when matty ends up being your chaperone parter at prom. lucky you.

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, degradation, fingering, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, semi public/public sex, dirty sleazy man

11928 words

Standing in the middle of the school gymnasium, sipping on a cup of punch and surrounded by students dressed in sparkly gowns and tuxedos, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. The loud bass of a song you only knew from hearing it on the radio rattled through your bones, the neon lights that illuminated from the DJ booth in the corner of the gym blinded you, the taste of the punch that trickled down your throat lacked the burn of alcohol that you so desperately wished it contained. You needed the buzz to make it through the night, able to name at least fifty other things you’d rather be doing with your Saturday night than chaperoning prom.

You cursed Alicia for assigning you the role of guarding the punch bowl so none of the students could spike it, finding it ironic that she had chosen you out of all the other teachers to do the task considering you had already thought about turning a blind eye countless times.

You were much younger than all the rest of the faculty in the school, closer to the students that you taught age than your coworkers, in the middle of your fourth year of teaching since getting your degree. You knew that your younger age played a big part in the reason why the majority of the kids that walked the halls claimed you as their favorite teacher, being twenty six you could relate to them easier than their other teachers who were pushing forty. You loved the way your students were comfortable around you, able to joke around with you yet still be respectful and take you seriously when the time came.

“I can see you lingering and waiting for me to be distracted.” You snort, giving the captain of the football team a pointed look. “Not gonna happen, Josh. If I were you, I’d go back to my date and forget about spiking the punch.”

The teen huffs, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on.” Josh begs, knowing that it was useless yet trying to sway you regardless. “It’s my senior year, let me have this.”

“I’m already letting you have a passing grade, which you do not deserve, by the way.” You raise an eyebrow at the student who sighed at the reminder of all the missing assignments he owed you due to the football games that kept him too busy, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for all of your students, always known to be lenient when it came to late assignments because you remembered being in their shoes all too well - not too long ago you were begging your high school teachers for an extended due date. “I think I’m giving you more than enough, now go.”

Josh sighs, defeated, dropping his head and walking away from the table that contained the bowl of punch. You take another sip from the red liquid in your cup, humming along to the vaguely familiar song that echoed throughout the gymnasium as you looked around at the students that filled the space.

You snorted into the cup at the sight of a group of kids who had labeled themselves as “goth” that you didn’t even need to hear to know they were complaining about the music that was playing, you could read it all over their faces. Your eyes slide over to a couple that danced through an evident argument, quick to think of scenarios that two teenagers could possibly be arguing so red faced about, drawing the conclusion that the boy must have asked another girl to dance and shaking your head. You were in the middle of pouting at the sight of a boy who kept to himself sitting all alone in the corner when an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.

“Well, what a coincidence.” You didn’t even have to turn around to know that the janitor was speaking through a smug smile, his dark eyes traveling down the back of your frame, only to be confirmed when you turned around to face him. The man before you didn’t even bother to bring his eyes up to meet your own quickly to try and pretend as though he wasn’t checking you out, keeping his eyes glued to your exposed legs, the corners of his mouth twitching as you shift under his heated gaze.

You found yourself regretting your decision of turning Josh and his flask full of alcohol away, wishing that you had allowed the student to spike the punch, needing the buzz more than ever now that his dark eyes were slowly traveling up the expanse of your bare legs. You grip the cup of punch between your manicured fingers a little tighter as his eyes linger on the spot where the hem of your dress meets your thigh, the corners of his mouth twitching once more before he allows his eyes to continue their journey up your body until they find home locked with your own.

“That dress is almost too scandalous for a school event.” He comments off-handedly with a deep, raspy tone, raising an eyebrow at you. You admit that you might be slightly overdressed just to chaperone a school dance, but ever since becoming a teacher, you rarely got the chance to dress up anymore. You were always trying to find a way to dress modestly yet still incorporate your style when dressing for work and too busy grading tests and papers on the weekends to make use of the dresses bought with the intention of being worn out to the bar.

Tonight, you thought that you’d blow the dust off of one of the cherry wine dresses stuffed towards the back of your closet, still covering your skin to where it was appropriate to wear on school ground yet clinging to your body in all the right places that you couldn’t argue with Matty’s claim of ‘almost too scandalous.’ Matty drinks in the sight of you, you found it hard to breathe under his heated stare, his voice deep and raspy as he spoke. “But you look damn good in it.”

You bring the cup of punch up to your lips, hoping the liquid that trickled down your throat would cool the heat that was already beginning to swirl in your stomach at the sight of him. “Hi, Matty.”

It had been a few weeks since the night the two of you shared in your classroom after hours on a Friday night and even though the memory of the things he had said to you burned through your mind on a constant loop, despite the way he had made you feel and the fact that you had tried to recreate it almost every single night since then, you had yet to talk to the janitor since. The two of you had shared countless heated, knowing stares across the hallway in passing since that night, if there was one thing you could count on, it was Matty’s dark eyes giving you a once over anytime you were walking down the hallway to walk to the breakroom or your classroom, unashamed and always full of desire.

Much like they were now, eyes dark as ever as he flashes his pearly whites at you. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You curse the butterflies that dared to flutter in your stomach at the name, soon dying in the lake of fire that consumed your veins at the sight of his arms crossing over his chest. You knew that you were gawking at the janitor, but you couldn’t help it, not when the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows - his tattoos on display despite the fact that you were at a school event, a small sign of rebellion that made thrill tingle at your spine. The muscles in his arms strained against the fabric of the dress shirt, you were sure he was flexing them somehow, if the smirk on his face when you finally brought your attention away from his arms and back to his face told you anything. You felt like a dumb, lovestruck teenager with the way just the sight of the man had your legs feeling unsteady and your heart racing.

You swallow thickly, setting your nearly empty cup of punch down on the table behind you, leaning against the wood covered with a cheap tablecloth and crossing your own arms over your chest, the sight of Matty’s eyes falling down to your chest for a split second didn’t go unnoticed by you. You fight off a smirk of your own as you tilt your head to the side, squinting your eyes at the janitor ever so slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” Matty starts, uncrossing his arms from over his chest and taking a step closer to you. “Alicia put me on punch duty with you, lucky me.” He smiles, shrugging. “Only had to slip her a five dollar bill to sway her.” He teases, laughing along soft and easy when a huff of laughter exhales from your nose as you roll your eyes. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He pouts, slight but still dramatic, the pout soon stretching back into a smirk that might as well be permanent at this point. “Thought you’d be over the moon considering what happened the last time.”

The memory of teeth, tongue and thrusts burn in your mind, flushing your cheeks. “Funny, I thought Coach Jackson was supposed to be my partner for the night.” You recall seeing his name next to your own on the sheet Alicia had made for tonight, but you weren’t complaining, Matty was a major upgrade from the coach - it was just going to be even harder for you to not get distracted now that he was crowding your space. “I didn’t even know you were on the list of chaperones, I’m surprised they asked you.”

“What?” Matty gasps, faux offended, voice full of sarcasm. “Am I not allowed to attend an event to show my school spirit?” You fix him with a pointed look that had him breaking character and raising his hands in defense. “Fine.” He sighs. “Coach Jackson has a stomach bug, so he called me and asked if I’d fill in for him.” You nod along to the explanation, taking a mental note not to interact too closely with the coach come Monday morning in case any of the germs from the illness lingered. “And what do you mean by that, sweetheart? You don’t think I’m capable of watching over some teenagers for a few hours?”

“No.” You shrug. “I just didn’t think a place like this would be your scene, you know?”

Your eyes falling down to the collar of his shirt, heat swirling in your stomach at the sight of a black tie loosely tied around his neck, hanging off of his neck as if he had been tugging on it all night. Oh, how you wished to tug on it now, pulling his face down to yours and crashing his mouth against your own, eager to get a taste of the cigarettes that you knew lingered on his tongue from the one he smoked on his drive over here.

Matty takes another step closer and from the way he was towering over you, staring down at you as if he could eat you alive, you could only assume that he was thinking the same thing.

You hesitate before reaching out to take the end of his tie between two of your manicured nails, indulging yourself and tugging on it ever so slightly before tossing it out of your hold, Matty’s adams apple bobbing in his throat at the action. You shrug, feeling a little more powerful now that Matty was shifting under your gaze now.

“I mean, I didn’t even know you owned a tie.” You take in the sight of his appearance unashamed, the way his curls were ever so slightly damp and actually styled for once, instead of hastily pushed back out of his eyes, the way his seemingly permanent stubble had been freshly shaven, the smell of his cologne lingering in the small space between the two of you. You flutter your eyelashes at him, doe eyes staring up at him and causing his adams apple to bob in his throat once more at the sight. “You clean up nice.”

Matty’s tongue peaks out to lick along the expanse of his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitching up as his dark eyes scan your face, reaching up to the knot on his tie and tugging on it slightly to loosen it more, voice deep and teasing. “Had to pull it out of my box that I keep hidden under my bed.”

Your stomach flips at the idea of Matty keeping a box full of things that needed to be hidden under his bed, mind whirling at the possibilities of what it could contain - toys, ties, anything you’d expect a man as sleazy as him to own. You suddenly had a craving to know what he was hiding away, desperate to know more about him. You pick your forgotten cup of punch back up from the cloth covered table behind you, raising an eyebrow as well as the cup, teasing over the rim of the plastic before taking a sip. “Kinky.”

Matty smiles easily, dangerously, eyeing you up and down before taking another step forward, the tips of his shoes touching your own. You swallow down the rest of your punch at the feeling, at the close proximity to the janitor, at the desire to take him right here on the table behind you. You have to tilt your neck to look up at him, his eyes linger on the expanse of it before locking with your own, dark and full of lust. “Oh, you have no idea.” His thick, dark eyebrows raise slightly as his tongue peaks out to lick his lips once more, preparing to set the trap for you. “But you could.”

His words shoot straight down to your core, igniting a fire within your veins and making you wish you hadn't downed all of your punch already, yet refusing to turn around and pour yourself some more. You knock your foot against his own. “I think I already have an idea.”

Matty towers over you smirking and what you were sure were filthy words read to fire from his tongue, but they died before reaching the surface. His attention pulled to look over your head, his eyebrows furrowing and speaking in an authoritative tone that shot straight down to your core.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turn your head to glance over your shoulder, sighing when you see Josh standing in front of the punch once more, the silver flask dangling from his frozen fingers. You turn back around to face forward, not willing to get the headache over scolding the teenager yet again for trying to spike the punch twice within the hour, choosing to distract yourself by staring at the way Matty’s neck flexed as he spoke.

“Nothing.” Is the genius response the captain of the football team comes up with, the two of you snort in unison at the little effort the teenager had put into defending himself.

“Oh, come on, if you’re going to try and spike the punch you can’t make it so painfully obvious.” Matty groans, shaking his head softly, his curls with it. “Don’t offend me. Get out of here.” You hear Josh groan, assuming that he was gone now that Matty’s eyes were back on you, huffing out a laugh and rolling his dark eyes softly. “Teenagers are fucking insufferable.” You giggle, nodding your head in agreement, crossing your arms over your chest and not missing the way the janitor’s eyes fall down to your cleavage. “Now, back to this dress you’ve got on.”

You snort, shaking your head to distract from the way his obsession with the cherry wine fabric clung to your body had you feeling as though you were the only girl in the room. And really, to him, you were. You bat your lashes at him, voice innocent as ever. “What about it?”

Matty knocks his foot against your own, signaling that he had you all figured out. “You get all dolled up for me?”

And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t. Even though you had no idea that the janitor would be in attendance tonight, you held onto the small odd percentage that he would and might have taken an extra half hour to get ready than you normally would, a practice you had adopted into your morning routine for work as well. Ever since that night in your classroom, you found yourself desperate to look your best everyday at work in hopes of catching Matty’s eyes in the hallway. It felt as though you had a high school crush all over again, blushing when he winked at you over the students heads and feeling blue when there were too many students between you for him to notice you at all.

Still, you couldn’t let the older janitor know the hold he had on you, lying through your teeth when you say, “You wish.” Rolling your eyes playfully, shrugging. “I didn’t even know you’d be here, so.”

Matty hums, drinking in the sight of you, his eyes impossibly darker when they lock back with your own. “I find that hard to believe, love.” Your heart rate immediately doubles in speed. “I think you wanted me to see you in this, think you wanted to drive me fucking crazy.” Your stomach swirls with heat, hopeful that the music echoing throughout the gym was drowning out the ability for others to hear what he was saying to you.

Matty reaches around you to grab a clear plastic cup from the stack on the table, you hold your breath as his arms brushes against your own while he pours himself a cup of punch. “You got your wish, princess.” He speaks casually as if he isn’t causing your heart to pound against your ribs, leaning in to speak into your ear, your core clenching at his words. “All I want to do is rip this fucking dress off and have my way with you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, mind clouded with his cologne and lust for the janitor as he leans back with a smirk, bringing the cup full of punch up to his lips and taking a sip casually, smirking over the rim of the cup. You don’t trust your voice to speak, looking up at the man that towered over you, feeling as though you were the only two people in the room with the way he was staring at you. “Let’s get out of here.”

The bass from the music rattles the thoughts in your head, thoughts that scream for you to grab Matty by his tie and drag him into the nearest vacant room so he can satisfy the ache you’ve been battling to ease for weeks now, but you couldn’t. Not here. Not now.

“I can’t.” You sigh, clarifying further. “We can’t, people would notice.” And it wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want people to know that you were hooking up with Matty, it was the fact that you didn’t want the entire school to know that it was happening at prom. You pitifully try to joke, but it lands flat. “Plus, who would keep the punch from being spiked?”

“C’mon, we won't be gone long.” His lust filled eyes burning against your skin as he counters, speaking as confident as ever as a cocky smile takes hold of his lips. “You know I can get you there quick.” Your core clenches at his words, you were positive that your underwear were absolutely ruined at this point, so desperate for him that you were nearly willing to risk your job just to have him again. Matty tempts further, smirking. “Ten minutes, I won’t even have to use my hands.”

Your mind spins with the possibilities, with the thrill of sneaking away and hoping not to be caught. You take the cup of punch from his hands, letting the tips of your fingers linger against his own before taking a sip from his cup. Matty watched your every move like his life depended on it, dark eyes following the way your tongue swiped against your bottom lip to collect the droplets of punch that lingered after you swallowed. You raise a brow, offering his cup back to him which he took without hesitation, tipping his head back to swallow the punch that remained.

“Tempting.” You say, because it was, lying straight through your teeth as you say. “But I’m not desperate enough to risk my job for a quickie.” Not even realizing that you were putting your final nail in the coffin when you take the lie further and say. “I don’t need you, I can do it on my own.”

Matty huffed out a laugh, ready to call you on your bullshit, but the opportunity to do so fizzled out when the two of you weren’t so alone anymore.

“Am I the only one sick and tired of this music?” You hear a familiar voice pull you out of the thick tension you were swimming in between you and Matty, turning your head to the side to glance over your shoulder before moving the rest of your body to face the same direction. The heat radiating from Matty’s body warmed your back now as he lingered behind you, not bothering to take a step back and put some space between the two of you, almost as if he wanted the math teacher standing on the other side of the table to see that he was one step away from his body being flush to your own. “I haven’t had a headache this strong since my college days.”

William, a nerdy math teacher that you had shared a table with in the breakroom on a handful of occasions, smiles easily as he grabs a cup from the stack and reaches for the ladle in the punch bowl, pouring himself a drink while eyeing the two of you over the rim of the cup.

“Enjoying punch duty?” William teases, pushing the rim of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Have any attempted spikes yet?”

Matty answers before you have the chance to, so close to him that the sound of his deep, raspy voice rattles through you, shooting straight down to your throbbing core and making it difficult to focus on their conversation. “Captain of the football team, who would have guessed.”

The two men share a laugh and soon William’s eyes are locked on you, uncertain if the pink tint gracing his cheeks was due to the fluorescent lighting in the gym or from his mustering up the courage to compliment you. “You look really pretty tonight.”

It took you a beat to realize he was even speaking to you, so caught up in daydreaming about allowing Matty to pull you out of the gym to hear him, sputtering out a response when you caught the nerves settling in his eyes from the silence that came from you.

“Oh, this old thing?” You laugh, forced and breathless, glancing down at the cherry wine fabric that clung to your body in all the right places. “I just threw something on at the last minute.”

At that, you felt the unmistakable feeling of Matty’s hand running down your back, his blunt fingernails digging into the fabric, a silent reminder that he knew you were lying - he knew that you had planned this outfit around the possibility of seeing him tonight. You swallow thickly, the warmth from his hand burning through the fabric and lit your skin on fire, embarrassed at the fact that he barely had his hands on you and your body was already reacting this way to the feeling.

“I’m serious.” William presses, encouraging Matty’s hand to slip lower and lower down your back, lingering at the hem of your dress and tugging on the fabric slightly before slipping underneath it, the pads of his fingertips tracing along the edge of the lace of your underwear. You felt guilty for the way the flush on your cheeks was due to the feeling of Matty’s finger slipping under the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back slightly before allowing it to quietly snap back against your hip bone and not due to the way William was speaking a sentiment that mirrored one you had said to the janitor standing behind you earlier. “You clean up nice.”

A ‘thank you’ was sitting on the tip of your tongue, unspoken due to the fact that Matty’s voice had filled the void instead.

“Doesn’t she?” He beams, smiling kind despite the fact that what he was doing hidden behind the punch bowl was anything but sinful. His long fingers followed the line of lace until they found home against your covered core, lightly tracing the patch where you had soaked through the material, his foot knocking against the back of your own at the feeling. Your breath hitches in your throat, clenching around nothing as his skilled fingers found home against your aching bundle of nerves as if he had been fucking you for years, drawing painfully slow circles over the fabric and making your mind turn to mush.

You were grateful for the fact that the table that held the punch was in the corner of the room, nothing behind the two of you except a wall. Holding what little air you had left in your lungs as Matty continued to draw circles over your clothed clit, you wished the fabric wasn’t blocking you from feeling his calloused fingertips against the bundle of nerves. Instead, he presses down a little harder to signal for you to speak. You weren’t sure if you trusted your voice to do so, but you could feel both of their eyes staring at you, waiting to hear the sound of it.

You swallow thick, clenching your thighs softly around Matty’s hand before clearing your throat, hopeful that your voice wouldn’t be as breathless as you felt. “Thank you.”

It was a simple answer, yet felt as though the two words held a deeper meaning, putting the final nail in your coffin as Matty’s fingers slipped under the fabric of your underwear, slipping the material to the side and brushing his fingertips against your bare core. You kick your foot back against his own softly, a silent plea for him to take pity on you, the action only caused him to take a half a step closer to you, further blocking the already hidden action of him running his fingers through your folds with more of a purpose now.

Your brain felt as though it was melting out of your ears, the thrum from the bass of the music that blared throughout the gym assisted Matty’s fingers against your core in a beautifully sinful way. Your heart was pounding against your chest, ears ringing as his calloused fingertips finally found home against your swollen bundle of nerves, swallowing down a groan that threatened to spill from your mouth as heat trickled up your spine with every swipe of his skilled fingers.

“Are you okay?” William’s voice pulls you from your spiral, anticipation coursing through your veins as Matty pinches your clit before trailing down to tease a finger at your entrance, you clench around nothing at the feeling of his calloused fingertip rubbing mind numbing circles over your entrance yet not pushing in any further. It was driving you crazy, the fact that Matty seemed to be making it his mission to cause you to be anything but okay. “You look a little flushed.”

The concern in William’s voice almost made you feel guilty about the cause of it, almost, you would have allowed the guilt to seep into your veins if the pleasure already blooming there wasn’t blocking it from doing so. Thankfully, Matty steps in to speak for you once more.

“She’s fine.” He assures, speaking so confidently that even you almost believed him, despite the fact that his hand was lighting your body on fire. “She’s just had one too many cups of punch.” Matty jokes, circling his calloused finger over your entrance one last time before finally pushing it home, slow and teasing. He bottoms out to the knuckle, curling the finger and numbing your mind as he voices a play on words that only the two of you would understand the double meaning of. “Don’t tell anyone about the flask she’s hiding under her dress.”

You clench around his digit as William laughs at the janitor's joke, you attempt to laugh along with the two of them, though yours comes out more pitiful and breathless as Matty slowly pulls out only to push back in with two fingers this time. The feeling of his fingers stretching you out was one you had been chasing to recreate for weeks now, cursing the fact that you were having to focus more on keeping your face neutral to hide what Matty was doing to you instead of freely being able to enjoy what you have so desperately desired since that night in your classroom, hating yourself for turning down Matty’s offer of ‘let’s get out of here.’ more than ever now.

You were already so drunk on the feeling of Matty’s fingers moving so painfully slow inside of you that you almost missed William departing. “Well, I better get back to making sure nobody stuffs the ballot box.” He sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose once more before tilting his head in the direction of the stand where the students would vote for prom king and queen. “Don’t want a war to break out in here, now do we?”

Matty laughs, curling his fingers inside of you and causing your body to jolt from the pleasure that bloomed through your veins at the feeling. You smile, weak and unconvincing, swallowing thickly and clenching around Matty’s fingers as you watch William walk away, leaving the two of you alone once more.

Matty curls his fingers one last time before slowly slipping out of you, a condescending tone spoken into your ear as his calloused fingers press against your bundle of nerves. “I thought you weren’t desperate enough to risk your job?” He chuckles, mean and dark, pinching your clit to match. “Sure didn’t seem that way, clenching around my fingers and begging me to fuck you in front of him.”

You can’t even find a voice to argue with, scared that if you opened your mouth the only thing that would fall from it would be pitiful moans drawn from the pleasure Matty was giving you right now in a room full of people. A whine tumbling out instead when he suddenly pulled his fingers back all together, grabbing at your hip and turning you back around to face him. You were sure that you were quite the sight, cheeks flushed and eyes full of fire that glared up at him, wishing they had the power to kill.

Matty smiles, smug and powerful, patronizing as he says. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Your jaw ticks, heated eyes that glared in complete contradiction to the way his own devoured you, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a condescending pout that made your stomach flip. “What’s got you so worked up, princess?”

You wanted to wipe that smirk right off of his face, desperate to prove him wrong and say that he had no affect on you at all, but both of you would know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. He knew the way he made you feel, how much control he had over you, hell, he had just felt it for himself only a few minutes ago. In front of William, in front of everyone. You should have turned back around and poured yourself another cup of punch, relying on the fruity mix to cool the heat in your body, but instead you found yourself speaking through a glare and gritted teeth. “Bathroom. Now.”

Matty’s smirk had deepened before you had even finished voicing the two words, a prideful look in his eye as if he had won some type of unspoken game here, his dark eyes scanning down your body unashamedly. “Knew you’d see things my way.”

You roll your eyes, voiding a verbal response in favor of grabbing his wrist and tugging him away from the punch bowl, but Matty remains glued to his spot. You huff, turning back around to face the janitor who was looking back at you with a raised brow. “Hold on, princess. You don’t want to get caught now, do you? Can’t risk our jobs, right?”

Thrill creeps back up your spine, the idea of hiding made this feel forbidden, dangerous. You shake your head softly, dropping his wrist from your hold and glancing around the room to make sure nobody had noticed the two of you, surprised that the entire gym wasn’t stuck swimming in the tension between you and him. Matty looks you up and down once more before taking a step closer, speaking deep and low, his voice shooting straight down to your already throbbing core. “Go to the janitor closet and wait for me.” Your stomach swoops. “Down the hall, third door on the left.” Matty explains the route as if he’d done it a million times, you didn’t like the thought of that. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Your feet were carrying you down the spoken path without a second thought, heels clacking against the hardwood flooring of the gym as you weaved your way through the crowd of coworkers and teenagers you were supposed to be keeping an eye on. Instead, you were hopeful that their eyes weren’t on you as you glanced over your shoulder before making your way down the hall of the gym that led back to the locker rooms, counting the doors on the left you passed until you were standing outside of the third one.

Your heart raced as you read the plaque on the door, Janitor Closet, the silent reminder that the man you were about to fuck was just as sleazy as the location you were going to do it in.

You turn the knob, glancing over your shoulder once more to make sure no one had followed you before slipping into the small closet, blindly entering the dark space and cursing under your breath when your arm knocked against what you could only assume was a mop leaned against the wall, the wood falling to the side and the sound of it smacking against the floor echoed throughout the space. For the first time that night, you found yourself thankful that the music in the gym was so loud.

You reach up to grab the chain hanging from the ceiling, a singular lightbulb barely illuminated the space, squinting to allow your eyes to adjust. You barely had the chance to look around the closet before the door to it was swinging open and slamming shut just as quickly, no time to register that someone else was in the closet with you before a hand was wrapped around your throat and you were being pushed against the wall, head slamming against the surface and knocking the wind out of you as lips crash against your own.

If the familiar smell of the cologne that had clouded your brain all night and now filled the small space didn’t clue you in enough, the taste of cigarettes on the tongue that was exploring your mouth told you everything you needed to know.

“Matty.” You whine against his mouth, the sound makes him squeeze the hand wrapped around your throat a little tighter, your head already spinning and spiraling. You needed to pull away from the kiss to catch some air, to gain back some control, to scold him. “That was not five minutes.”

“Couldn’t fucking wait that long.” Matty defends, the dim light in the closet accentuated his features in a way that had your stomach flipping and thighs clenching together. “I need to get my hands on you right now.”

He huffs out through pants, already breathless from the kiss you had just shared, not hesitating before trailing the hand that was holding your neck up to grip your jaw before pulling your mouth back against his own in a rough, passionate kiss that made your head spin.

And who were you to argue with that?

You allow Matty to take full control in the kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else, losing yourself in the feeling of his mouth against your own, the only thing grounding you were his hands gripping your waist - fingernails digging into the cherry wine fabric of your dress so harshly that you were convinced crescent moon shapes would be marked there despite the layer between his nails and your skin.

Matty tugs your bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a pop and staring down at you with hungry eyes that we’re barely visible in the dim closet.

“Look at you.” He coos, taking one of his hands off of your waist in favor of hooking it under the strap of your dress, toying with it until it fell down your shoulder. “Pretty little princess just waiting to be destroyed.” You whine at that, pitiful and desperate, stomach swirling with a newfound desire that heightened the throbbing beat of your core. His dark eyes roam your body, pinching your hip as he leans down to kiss up the side of your neck. His tongue traces unknown patterns along the expanse of it in his journey up to your ear, licking your earlobe and tugging on your earring with his teeth before whispering hotly into your ear. “I want to fucking tear you apart.”

Matty swallows the gasp that tumbles from your lips at his words, kissing you as though his life depended on it, pushing you harder against the wall of the closet and bringing his body flush with your own.

You were dizzy, overwhelmed, desperate. You needed Matty to do something, anything, you were on the brink of insanity with how intensely your core ached to be touched by the janitor.

It was a taste you had a craving for since that first night in your classroom, trying everything to recreate it yet nothing satisfied the itch that remained since the janitor had walked out that night. And now that you had a sample earlier at the punch bowl in front of William, you weren’t just hungry for him, you were fucking starving.

“Matty.” You whine against his mouth, the sound jumpstarting him to pull off and resume his attack on your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin before biting down and soothing with his tongue after.

Your hazy mind made everything feel as though you were a beat behind, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the janitor who was trailing his mouth from your neck down to your chest, licking a broad stripe over the area while his hands slide under the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulders.

Matty’s foot kicks your legs apart wide enough for him to slip a thigh between them, the sudden pressure against an area that was aching to have attention had you gasping, tossing your head back against the wall of the closet as he continued to push your dress down your chest until your tits were free.

Matty was quick to lick a strip between your boobs before trailing his tongue to the side to swirl around one of your peaked nipples, groaning against the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You whine involuntarily grinding down on his thigh he had perfectly placed between your legs, eyelashes fluttering at the pleasure that bloomed through your veins at the feeling. Matty smirks against your breast, grazing his teeth against your nipple softly before swirling his tongue over it one last time and pulling off.

He stands up straight, towering over you now, staring down at you with eyes that conveyed how desperately he wanted to eat you alive. Bringing a hand up to your neglected breast, rolling the sensitive bud under his thumb while holding a vice grip on your hip with the other.

You couldn’t help it, grinding down on his thigh once more in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs, the throbbing ache in your core was mind numbing. Matty smirks at the action, switching his thumb out in favor of pinching your nipple between two of his fingers while tensing his thigh against you all at the same time, mixing pain and pleasure in such a way that had you tossing your head back against the wall once more.

Matty takes the action as an invitation, all but growling as he leans back down to kiss, lick, bite at your neck. He toys with your sensitive bud between two of his fingers while rolling your hips down onto his thigh, sucking a mark into the side of your neck that you knew would need to be covered by makeup or scarves for the next few days.

You whine his name as if it’s the only word you knew anymore, pliant against the wall and willing to let Matty maneuver you however he wanted, which only seemed to fuel the desire in the janitor's veins. All too powerful as he licks a strip up the side of your neck and up to your ear, pinching your nipple as he spoke directly into your ear, sending shockwaves down to your core in the process.

“Filthy fucking girl, getting off on my thigh.” You whine as he grips your hip impossibly tighter, sure to leave bruises behind, at least those would be easier to hide than the one on your neck. He rolls your hips down to meet his thigh, pleasure bloomed behind your fallen eyelids, awakening the need in you to start grinding down on him yourself. Matty smirks at that, slowly pulling his hand from your hip in favor of capturing your hand with his own and raising it above your head, holding it against the wall while keeping his other occupied with your breast. “I don’t even need to make you dirty, you already are.”

You whine, pitiful and desperate, rolling your hips down on his tensed thigh quicker now, chasing the heat that was already coiling in your stomach embarrassingly fast. “Matty, please.”

“What?” He pouts, leaning down to get his mouth back on your tits, staring up at you through his lashes as he sticks his tongue out to swirl circles around your nipple, smiling softly before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “What’s the matter, love? Use your words.”

Your head was spinning, swimming in desperation, difficult to find the words to convey what you wanted when Matty was stealing them right from your mouth with every skilled swipe of his tongue on your nipple and every roll of his thigh he met with the roll of your hips. Your voice breathy when you finally found it. “Need you.”

Matty coos, pouting against your breast, a pout that slowly morphed into a smirk as his dark, dangerous eyes pinned you to the wall as effectively as his hand did to your arm and his body did to your own.

“You have me.” He reminds with a pointed roll of his thigh, the danger in his eyes only deepening when you whimper in response, licking a trail from between your breasts, up your chest and to your neck until his mouth found home against your own. Matty kisses you as hungrily as you felt, too drunk on the kiss to realize that Matty had captured your other hand in his own, bringing it up to the wall behind you to mirror your one from before. You only realized when Matty pulled back from the kiss, a line of spit connecting the two of you as you both panted to catch your breath. On instinct, you found yourself tugging to get your arms free, but Matty’s own didn’t budge at all. The blatant display of strength and power only fueled Matty further.

“C’mon, miss independent, you told me you can do it on your own.” You whine as Matty throws your words from earlier back in your face, stopping his thigh from rolling against you and gripping your hands between his own a little tighter, a smirk plastered to his face. “Show me how dirty you can be.”

You whine, tossing your head back against the wall, Matty was quick to fill the empty space and leave more kisses and bruises along the expanse of your throat. You didn’t hesitate to follow orders, as stubborn as you could be on any given day, you were too desperate to think of doing anything but grinding down on Matty’s thigh in desperation to chase the pleasure that followed with each roll of your hips.

You were close, embarrassingly so, the coil in your stomach wound so tight that you could barely breathe. You could do nothing but pant, whine and moan Matty’s name as you chase your high. Your hips stutter against his thigh on a particularly mind numbing roll, squeezing his hand interlocked with your own tightly as you clench around nothing, picking up the speed of your hips and moaning his name like the good, the bad and the dirty.

“Fuck.” You whine, swallowing thickly, your body on fire. “Matty.”

The sound pulled Matty out of his assault on your neck, still refusing to move his thigh to help you but encouraging you to crash and burn by licking the shell of your ear before speaking directly into it.

“You’re close aren’t you?” You whine, nodding your head quickly, Matty nibbles on your earlobe through a smirk. “Yeah? Just needed the sound of my voice to send you over the edge?” You nod once more, a death grip on his hands that cover your own as you roll your hips frantically, desperately. “Need my permission?”

You hated the way he knew you so well. His deep, raspy voice tightening the coil in your stomach impossibly tighter, pleasure shooting up your spine and begging to be released. You nod, too embarrassed to voice it outloud but Matty bites your ear lobe to remind you of his order from earlier, use your words.

“Yes.” You voice through breathless pants, rolling your hips to no real rhythm, too close to be graceful anymore. You could feel the need to release inching up your spine, pressure begging to be relieved, climbing up your throat and burning like fire on the way up. “Matty, fuck, please.”

“There she is.” Matty beams. “You wanna cum, baby?” The pet name falling so easily from his tongue shot straight down to your flipping stomach, you nod to distract from the butterflies that threatened to grow. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my thigh?” He coos. “So fucking desperate for it that you don’t even need me to touch you, isn’t that right?”

“Matty.” You whine, the coil in your stomach desperate to snap but needing his permission to, you weren’t sure how much longer it’d wait before completely consuming you.

Matty watches you for a beat, taking in the sight of how fucked out you look, glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks, memorizing each and every feature better this time in case it really was the last. When he locked eyes with your own pleading ones full of desperation, he didn’t hesitate to say. “Cum for me, baby, cum all over my thigh.” And you were falling apart instantly on him, body shaking and whine after whimper tumbling from your lips as you finally crashed and burned. “That’s it, make a fucking mess, make me just as dirty as you.”

You continued to roll your hips down on his thigh as you came down from your high, body pliant against the wall, not even realizing that you were relying on the way Matty had you pinned to the way to keep yourself steady and standing until he was dropping to his knees in front of you.

You roll your head to the side so you could look down at him, the janitor already staring up at you with pride filled eyes clouded with lust, a smirk playing on his lips as he teases. “I told you I wouldn’t need my hands”

You laugh softly, kicking your heel clas foot against his knee while rolling your eyes. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, it really seems that way.” He teases, running his hands up the expanse of your thighs, pushing the cherry wine fabric up higher until the ruined lace of your black underwear was on display for him, his head dropping down on your thigh at the sight. “Fuck, baby, you wear these just for me?”

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the lace, trailing a line of open mouthed kisses up the inside of your thigh, only breaking away long enough to pull your underwear down them before diving back in.

Matty held out a hand for you to hold onto, steady yourself with as you lifted one of your heeled feet up so he could free it from the lace, placing it back down and repeating the action with the other foot until the black lace of your thong was off of your body and held between his fingers.

You didn’t like the power he held over you, desperate to even the playing field and not let him know the effect he had on you. You shrug, watching the way Matty balled up the lace and winked at you before stuffing it in the front pocket of his pants, your eyes falling down to the wet patch in the middle of his thigh and flush. “I didn’t even know if you’d be here or not.”

You tried to be casual, but you knew that Matty could see right through you, his warm hands back on your thigh and mouth back to leaving open mouthed kisses up the expanse of it.

“No, you didn’t.” He mumbles against the inside of your thigh. “But you were hoping I would be.” Once again you found yourself cursing Matty for how well he knew you. “That's why you got all dolled up tonight and wore this lace, just in case you saw me.” He bit into the meat of your thigh, jolting your body forward. He smirked against the skin, trailing one of his hands behind your thigh, lifting your leg up and hooking it over his shoulder, you shuddered at the sight. He had you exactly how he wanted you, right in the palm of his hand. “Just for me. All for me. Isn’t that right, love?”

And as desperately as you wanted to tell him no, to prove him wrong, to knock his ego down a peg - you couldn’t find it in yourself to say anything but the truth. “Yes.”

“Such a dirty girl.” He comments off handedly, locking eyes with you before leaning into your core and spitting on top of the wetness that was already costing your thighs. “Fucking filthy.”

And that was all he had to say before diving into you, your head tossing back against the wall of the closet as he didn’t hesitate to lick and suck with as much hunger that was coursing through his veins.

You found it hard to keep up with the pace that he was eating you out with, the only thing you could think of was teeth, tongue, pleasure. Your mind spinning and swirling as Matty’s tongue was against your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and already having that familiar heat coiling in your stomach once again.

It was embarrassing how quickly Matty was able to bring you to the brink of insanity, you had never finished so quickly with another partner before, or even yourself. Matty somehow knew your body better than yourself after just one hookup, you couldn’t help but wonder what he could do after knowing it for years.

You swallow down the thought, scared of catching any real feelings for the janitor, knowing that the older man saw this as nothing but casual. But that was proving harder and harder to avoid when he was mumbling against your core. “So fucking pretty like this, falling apart on my tongue.” He emphasizes by giving you a particularly pointed lick that had your legs shaking.

He smirks against your core, fingers digging into the thigh he had hooked over his shoulder as he pulls off to catch his breath, bringing his other hand down to tease two fingers at your entrance, meeting no resistance as he plunges them inside of you. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull as Matty curls his fingers and of course, instantly finds that heavenly spot inside of you that had your brain melting from your ears.

Matty watches your face crumble with a permanent smirk etched onto his face as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them once more just to hear you gasp again, like music to his ears.

“Prettiest girl in the world.” He mumbles before leaning in to suck your clit into his mouth, the feeling of that mixed with his impossibly long fingers fucking into you at a brutal yet consistent pace had you feeling overwhelmed, pleasure blooming through your veins so quickly that you couldn’t even voice it. Matty knew the signs anyways, of course he did.

“You gonna cum, sweet girl?” A broken whine ripped from your throat as he curls his fingers, fucking into you quicker now, replacing his tongue with his thumb to rub at your clit as he spoke to you. “So soon? Greedy little thing, you are. I was having fun.” He pouts, the sight has you clenching around him, desperate for release. “Go on, then. Cum for me, I won’t stop you, let me fucking hear you.”

It only took three more pumps of his fingers inside of you, two more swipes of his thumb against your swollen clit and you were falling apart yet again on him, clenching and throbbing around his fingers as you let the music in the gym far away drown out the sounds of your whimpers and moans. “That’s it, good girl.” Matty praises, making you clench around him once more. “You follow orders so well, so much easier to fuck you when you aren’t being stubborn like last time.”

You laugh softly at the tease, body jolting through aftershocks as Matty curls his fingers in you one last time before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, leaning forward to place a tender kiss to your sensitive clit before leaning back to make eye contact with you as he brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean of you. He groans at the taste, you groan at the sight. “Matty, please.”

The janitor smirks around his fingers, pulling them out with a pop before slowly starting to rise from his haunches. “What, baby?” He coos, your head slowly tilting up the straighter he stood, tipped back as he towers over you now. “You wanna taste?”

You grab his face, crashing his lips against your own in lieu of voicing a response, swallowing each other's moans as you kiss hungrily, more teeth and tongue than anything else. “Fuck me.” You mumble against his mouth, the grip he has on your waist tightening at the sound. “Please, I need you.”

“You need me?” Matty mocks, pulling away from the kiss in favor of pouting at you as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, always condescending as ever. “I thought you didn’t need me?” Bringing those cursed words you had stupidly said earlier right back to bite you in the ass. “Thought you could do it all on your own, princess, what happened to that?”

You wanted to wipe that condescending pout right off his face, swallowing thick and hard as you reached out to unbutton the dress shirt he was wearing, pouting yourself as you say. “You look really fucking hot tonight.” Running your hands over his now bare chest, trailing them up to his shoulders and pushing the thin fabric off of his back and onto the floor beneath you. “But I think I prefer you in your normal clothes.”

Matty smirks. “Yeah?”

You nod, trailing your hand down his chest until it reached the buckle of his belt, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your manicured nails fumbled with the belt until it was open enough for you to pop open the button of his pants. Matty swallows thickly at the action, watching your hand slip under the waistband of his boxers, his eyebrows furrowing and a soft groan tumbling from his swollen lips as you wrap a hand around his length, pumping slowly up to the tip.

“I bet you do.” Matty’s voice huskier than before, licking his bottom lip before placing his hand next to your head on the wall behind you, dark eyes pinned you in place. “Don’t like when I’m all cleaned up, do you?” He asks, hissing when you swipe your thumb over his tip. You shake your head innocently enough. “No, you prefer me to be dirty. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You smirk, swiping your thumb over his tip again just to see his eyes flutter closed a little before wrapping your free hand around the black tie that remained around his neck, tugging on the tie to bring his mouth to your own to say. “Fucking filthy.” Before crashing your lips back on his own.

Matty groans into your mouth, hooking an arm around your waist and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his back on instinct, gasping into his mouth at the action. You were desperate to see the way the muscles in his arms were bulging now that he was holding all your weight up against the wall, clenching around nothing at the thought.

Matty knocks your hand wrapped around him away in favor of replacing it with his own, pulling away from the kiss to pant as he pumps himself, groaning before spitting down on his length and spreading the saliva over it with his hand. You whine at the sight, clenching your thighs around his hips in a desperate plea for him to just fuck you already, you were more than ready for it.

“Matty, please.” You whine, hooking your arms over his shoulders and digging your manicured nails into his curls, tugging on the grey streaks. “I need you, please.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Matty’s voice so deep it was almost incoherent, running his tip through your folds but making no effort to push it home. You nod, whining desperately, the feeling of his tip bumping against your clit with every swipe makes you breathless.

“Please.” You beg once more. “I’ve been so good.”

And that was enough to make Matty slide home, pushing in slowly to the hilt and allowing you to adjust to the stretch for all of a few seconds before fucking you in a pace that you lost your breath in.

“Fuck.” He groans, snapping his hips against your own. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” You were too fucked out to reply, Matty took you clenching around him as answer enough. “Wanted me to pull you away so I could fuck you raw and dirty, just how you like it.” He emphasizes by fucking you even harder, your head tossing back against the wall at the feeling. “How you need it.”

You whine, thankful that Matty was fully supporting your body against the wall, knowing that your legs would be too shaky to stand on your own. You didn’t care about the fact that Josh was probably spiking the punch right now, celebrating with the entire football team, not when Matty was fucking you like this.

“I'm the only one who can give it to you like this, the only one who can make you feel like this.” You moan, nodding unashamed, because he was right. Nobody had ever made you feel like this and you knew no one else ever would. “Say it.” Matty orders, hips snapping into your own at a heavenly pace. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

You weren’t sure if you even had a voice to speak, knowing that any words that climbed to the tip of your tongue Matty had stolen with a thrust of his hips, feeling as though he was splitting you open against the wall of the janitor closet.

“You, Matty.” You voice as breathless as you felt, moaning at the feeling of him fucking you harder. “You’re the only one who can fuck me like this.”

“Tell me.” He speaks through a clenched jaw, his eyes more serious now, repeating back the phrase with a deeper underlying meaning behind it, his hips slowing down ever so slightly. “Tell me I'm the only one.

You knew what he meant - tell me I'm the only one you’re sleeping with. You couldn’t help but find it ironic considering the man who was asking you that, knowing that he had probably made his way through the entire faculty, you were probably the last girl to check off his list. And if Matty had known that’s what you thought, he would be quick to tell you how that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yes, he had slept around, of course he did. But he hasn’t even thought about another girl since that night in your classroom.

“Only you.” You promise, tugging on his curls and clenching around him, desperate for him to fuck you with the pace he had set before. “Only ever you.”

Matty fucks animalistic now, fucking you so hard your body was shifting you up the wall.

“That’s right.” He groans. “My fucking girl, all for me, no one else will ever have you like I do.” You whine in agreement, tugging on his curls with one hand and digging your nails into his back with the other. “All for me, fucking made for me.” He repeats, holding you up with one arm and wrapping the other around your throat. “Made to take my cock.” He uses the leverage he had with his hand wrapped around your throat to lift your head off the wall an inch just to knock it back against the wall. You moan at the feeling. “And look how good you do it, baby, fuck.”

You preen at the praise, moaning freely and unashamed, hoping that the music was loud enough to drown out your mixed moans and the sound of skin slapping.

“Never had someone take my cock as well as you do, you’re so fucking good, such a good girl.” Your stomach rolls with jealousy as the reminder that he had been with other women, trying to focus on the fact that he was claiming you were the best instead of on the fact that he had a long list of people to compare you to. It proved to be easier than you thought, especially when Matty was quick to assure you. “My best girl.” He groans, locking eyes with you. “My only girl.”

You whine at that, at the idea that you belonged to him, that he belonged to you, clenching around him as whine after moans fell from your lips. His fingers tighten around your neck, cutting off your airway for a beat, heightening the feeling of his cock pounding into you before loosening the grip so you could gasp for air.

“My dirty girl.” His eyes darken, fucking you impossibly harder now. “Fucking filthy, greedy little slut clenching around my cock.” You whine, clenching around him again before you could stop yourself, he hisses at the feeling. “Look at you.” He coos. “I made you cum twice and you’re still begging for more.”

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be ashamed, not when Matty was fucking you like this, not when he was bringing a hand around your waist to rub two fingers over you sensitive, swollen clit. You gasp at the feeling, so overstimulated and drunk on the feeling that you have no shame in begging. “Please, Matty.” The sound of your breathy tone had Matty fucking you harder, faster, swirling his fingers around your clit at a pace that had your brain melting out of your ears. “I’m so fucking close.”

“I’ll give it to you.” Matty promises, tossing his head back in a groan when you clench around him while dragging your nails down his back. “Give you anything you want, everything you want.” Butterflies swarm at the thought, at the idea that maybe this wasn’t as surface level as you thought, maybe you weren’t the only one who wanted something deeper. “Just gotta ask for it, baby.” He reminds, hips stuttering to signal that he was just as close as you were. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum.” You whine, pitiful and broken, so desperate for it that you’d do anything to be falling apart again. “Please.”

“Yeah, of course you do.” Matty mocks with a strained laugh, groaning with fluttering eyes when you tug on his curls yet again. “William wouldn’t know what to do with such a greedy fucking slut like you, would he?”

The mention of the nerdy man from the earlier had your mind spinning, whining against the wall as Matty fucked you as if his life depended on it.

“He fucking wanted you, would have took you right there on that table if you had let him.” Matty seethes, fingers pinching your clit meanly before flying over the bud and hurdling you towards another mind numbing orgasm. “Poor boy, who’s gonna tell him it takes a filthy man to make you cum?”

“Matty.” You whine, thrashing against the wall, skin on fire and burning hotter with each thrust Matty fixed you with. The pool of heat in your stomach swirling like a hurricane just as Matty’s calloused fingertips did on your clit. “Please, fuck.”

“I told you earlier that I wasn’t gonna stop you.” Matty reminds, doubling his efforts on you and pulling a pleasured scream down from your toes. “Cum for me, princess, cum all over my fucking cock.” He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, throbbing against him as you fall apart for the third time. “That’s it, good fucking girl, so good for me. Feel so good around me, fuck, where do you want me?”

Your body was shaking with the intensity and sensitivity of Matty still fucking you to chase his own release, overstimulated and spent as you lay pliant against the wall and allow Matty to use you for his own pleasure.

“Inside.” You plea through pants, desperate to feel his cum dripping out of you again, a feeling you thought about countless times with your own hand between your thighs. “Please, want you to fill me up.”

“Fucking hell.” Matty groans, still rubbing mind numbing circles over your clit, heat prickling under your skin, barrelling quickly to the surface with how sensitive you were. “Gonna cum, princess, fuck.” He groans before spilling inside of you, the feeling of his load filling you up combined with his fingers still swirling over your bundle of nerves had you falling apart for a fourth and final time, tears pricking at your eyes and falling down your cheeks as you both come down from your high. “Fuck.”

You both fight to catch your breath, thankful for Matty’s ability to hold up your dead weight against the wall, knowing that you’re too spent and sore to stand on your own.

Matty leans down to fix you with a kiss much more tender than ones you’ve shared before, pulling off to lick at a stray tear on your cheek, staring down at you with gleaming eyes still full of desire and mixed with something unknown. “I wish everyone could see you right now.” Rolling his hips lazily, causing your body to jolt against the wall and a pitiful whine to tumble from your lips. “See how fucked out you are, so fucking pretty like this.” Leaning down to kiss you tenderly once more, mumbling against your mouth. “Pretty all the time.”

You smile into the kiss, twirling one of his curls around your finger and tugging on it slightly, allowing the butterflies to fly freely in your stomach now. You didn’t care that you were falling for the man you were wrapped up in, not when he was looking down at you as if you were the only girl in the world.

But you weren’t, in fact, you weren’t even the only girl in the building. The reminder that the two of you were in public, in a space full of coworkers and students had your eyes widening and panic start to settle in your chest. “Oh my god, how am I supposed to go back out there.”

You knew you looked as fucked out as you felt. Your dress was wrinkled, eyes glassed over, mascara tears drying on your cheeks, hair knotted from being fucked against the wall. There was no way you’d be able to walk about there without every single person knowing what happened in this closet.

Matty smiles, a mischievous grin that had you narrowing your eyes at him. “Oh, you don’t know?”

You squint your eyes further, tilting your head to the side. “What?”

“That you’re not feeling very well.” He comments off handedly, shrugging. His mischievous smile turned into a full blown grin now. “Must have picked up the stomach bug from one of your students, I had to take you home an hour ago.”

You gawk at him, trying to wrack your brain around what he was saying to you and smacking his shoulder when it finally hit you. “You told everyone that I was sick?”

“Yeah, only reason I wasn’t right on your heels when you came to the closet.” He shrugs, you could tell by the look on his face that he was feeling quite proud of himself. “Knew I was gonna tear you apart and you wouldn’t be able to come back.” He smiles, cocky and arrogant. You roll your eyes at the sight. He snorts, pinching your hip and teasing. “You’re welcome.”

“Please.” You scoff. “So why did we fuck in this tiny closet when we had the freedom to leave and go somewhere less,” You cut yourself off to glance around at the dingy closet full of cleaning supplies, choosing your words carefully before settling on. “public.”

“Because,” Matty drew the word out, leaning in to kiss you, mumbling against your lips. “I wanted everyone to know who you belong to before I take you home and fucking ruin you.”

#OH JANITOR MATTY MY FAVEEEE #SLEAZY DIRTY OLD MAN #IM FERAL

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forcryingoutlloud · 29 days

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hiii how are u??

slutty slutty slutty request over here bc that’s the mood

I can’t stop thinking about matty fucking reader rafter a night out with the boys, both a little tipsy and he extremely jealous after another man gave her free drinks.

Spitting FOR SURE, fucking her dumb, def cumplay and restraining orgasm, a bit of pleasure crying? you get the vibes

xoxo

Hiii!! I’m good, I’m so sorry this took so long to get out! <3

YEPPP YES YEAH ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE

This is NASTYY

CW for alcohol consumption (they’re tipsy, not drunk) and sex, in case anyone considers that dubcon.

Contains: reader being a little bratty, begging for forgiveness, Matty being grumpy and jealous and mean (degradation), unprotected sex, riding into Matty using her like a toy, pleasure crying, orgasm denial, dumbification, pleasure crying, cum play (post-sex fingering), spit play

WC: ~3k

Matty stares down at the scrap of paper napkin in his hand, roughly pinched between two calloused fingers. His eyes are swimming with coldness, with disdain. It was bad enough that the man at the pub had given you a free drink, but the fact that he’d slipped you his number scrawled on a napkin had him absolutely fuming. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He was seeing just as red as the wine he’d drank that night.

“You didn’t take this from him, right?” he asks, his voice low, eerily steady. “No, no, he slipped it in my purse when my back was to him,” you clarify, shaking your head almost frantically.

Your knees are starting to ache from the way you were practically groveling for him, kneeling before him while he was sitting on the couch with his legs unabashedly spread. You knew how pitiful you must look, reaching to smooth your hands over his clothed thighs, tentatively, like you half expect him to bat you away. But he doesn’t, he graciously lets you touch him. His chill-inducing gaze snaps down to you now as he drinks you in, slightly inebriated and begging for penance. Danger is pulsing in your veins.

“Did you want him?” Matty questions, just to see your reaction, to watch the panic seep into your features.

“No, fuck no. Only want you, ’m sorry,” you mumble hurriedly, your cheek smushed into his knee as you look up at him through your mascaraed lashes.

A low hum of acknowledgment rumbled through Matty’s chest at that, continuing to let you hang all over him while he just stared. After a few beats more of piercing silence, he lowers one of his hands to your chin, splaying his fingers out across your jaw possessively. As pissed off as he was, he was starting to have a little too much fun with this. You were making it too easy.

“Then show me,” he says simply, slightly constricting his fingers around your face, his fingers digging into your skin.

You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble to get up onto the couch, draping your back over the arm of expensive leather. Your breath is hot, uneven as you wait for him to make a move, enticingly inching your legs apart in anticipation of being fucked within an inch of your life. Matty raises his eyebrows at you, not moving a muscle. Embarrassment flushes through your body with uncomfortable warmth as he just chuckles meanly, ripping the napkin in his hand into two and tossing it over his shoulder.

“No, babe. I said show me. Take what you want,” he smirks, casually placing his hands behind his head with a purposeful glace at his lap.

You whine softly as you realize what he wants. He wants a show as his “apology”, and he’s not going to touch you properly until you give him one. You crawl your way over to him, your head swimming from both the drinks and the way Matty is watching your every movement like he could tear you to pieces, much like the flimsy napkin. You straddle his spread legs, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs, much to his viewing pleasure. He doesn’t have to ask to know how much you actually love being treated this way, he can tell just from a glance at your soaked panties.

“Go on,” he urges, his voice gravelly, “get me hard.”

The command sends a pang of desire ricocheting through you, a flutter shooting straight between your legs. You chew at your bottom lip, noting the way his hands stay put behind his head nonchalantly. It only confirms to you that you’ll be doing all of the work tonight.

You eye the slight protrusion running down the length of his thigh as you reach for his belt, finding that your exchange has already gotten him semi-hard. Your hands fumble slightly with the buckle, making Matty impatiently click his tongue. When you finally manage to get his belt undone and his pants unzipped, you slide the palm of your hand over his clothed erection, blinking up at him like you’re begging for approval, but you’re only met with cold, almost unimpressed eyes. He doesn’t offer you the satisfaction of the usual groan you earn when you first touch his dick. He’s being silent on purpose, quietly brewing in his own jealousy. It only makes you more determined to regain his affection as you take him out of the confines of his briefs, Matty watching your every move. You spit into the palm of your hand before starting to stroke him, twisting your wrist just the way he likes it,

“Y’know, maybe you should call him, babe. Let him come over and watch. He’d love that, wouldn’t he? Fucking wanker…” Matty broods, his jaw clenched tightly.

You just pout your glossed lips at him, doubling your efforts as you go faster, pumping up and down his shaft until he’s rock hard and weeping beads of pearly precum. Matty grunts, his hips jumping slightly as you squeeze your fist around the head of his twitching cock. You feel a spark of pride inside you that you’d managed to draw a sound out of him, only craving more.

“That’s enough,” he says, stopping you while he can still maintain the facade that he’s hardly enjoying himself.

You smile at him with faux innocence, earning you a warning look from your boyfriend who reaches to pinch your thigh in retaliation, murmuring “You’re in no position to be a fuckin’ brat”. You know you’re only winding him up further, and you can’t say you care, because you know what it gets you: bruises in the shapes of Matty’s fingers and not being able to sit down without being sore. But, you oblige, lifting your hips up as you slide your panties to the side, feeling how damp the fabric has grown as you hook your finger into them.

Eager to prove your loyalty, and just how badly you want him, you waste no time in sinking down onto his cock, grasping one of his shoulders for support while the other holds him at his base. You sigh out, your eyes rolling back as you feel that familiar burn of being split open by him, your mind clouded with sensation. You feel so full of him by the time you’re totally flush with his lap that you can’t help the few pathetic whimpers that spill past your pretty lips. Matty’s breath shudders as you envelope him snugly, gritting his teeth slightly to bite back a growl. He keeps his hands folded stubbornly behind his head, even as you start to bounce on his lap, riding him with vigor. You feel almost dizzy as your eyes squeeze shut, drops of carnal need reverberating through you, licking up your spine like flames.

It isn’t long before you’re getting too spent too quickly, your mind hazy and your thighs burning as your pace becomes more haphazard, stuttered. You whine frustratedly, trying to find your rhythm again, but it’s all too much, it feels like your whole body is aching. The tipsy pillow princess in you doesn’t want to do the work anymore, you want to be laid down and railed on his expensive leather couch, damn it. You restlessly buck your hips through your frustration, your lip caught between your teeth as you try to silently entice Matty into helping you along. He can tell you’re struggling, but his darkened stare says he’ll be doing no such thing until you beg. Any trace of pride has been wiped clean off of your face.

“Matty, please,” you babble breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tightly, “I can’t… need your help.”

Matty scoffs, only now taking his hands out from where he was resting his head to meanly grip your hips, sneering at you like he finds the whole scene pitiful. His blunt nails dig into your skin through your dress, forcing you up and down his shaft harder.

“Can’t follow simple instructions, huh? I swear, you’re drunker on my cock than you are on the drink. It’s pathetic,” he spits, looking you up and down before his gaze settles on where he’s disappearing inside of you.

You whimper, your walls clamping down on him as you hang onto his every vicious word. Your chest heaves with heavy breaths, tits threatening to spill from your dress with every harsh drop of your hips. He’s losing his patience, not that he has much to begin with when he’s brimming with jealousy.

“I know you can keep up with me, little minx,” he grumbles before beginning to snap his hips up into you with fervor.

A wail rips from your throat as he hits deep inside you, the tip of his cock dragging against spots that have stars crackling behind your eyelids. The obscene sound of skin on skin fills the room as you do your best to meet his thrusts, your moans echoing off of the walls. He keeps pounding up into you, using your hips for leverage as you hold onto him for dear life. Your head doesn’t feel attached to your body, it’s like you’re floating and Matty’s shoulders are the only thing keeping you on Earth’s solid ground.

“Yeah, fuckin’ take it, that’s right,” Matty grunts, his pace nearing animalistic.

Your head lolls back as you do just that: take it. Every upstroke of his hips has you feeling dizzier than the last, the white-hot pleasure coiling in your belly tighter. This version of your Matty is a force to be reckoned with, a force that will bring you to your knees every time.

“I’ve ruined you for anyone else, yeah? Tell me. Tell me I’ve spoiled you,” he drawls as he grabs hold of your jaw.

You do the best you can to respond as he eases your mouth open, his lidded eyes falling to your lips as you mumble.

“Yes, yes. You’ve spoiled me.”

Matty starts to lean in. You know what to do without him even telling you, pliantly sticking out your tongue, a bit of drool spilling past the corners of your mouth. You see a flash of satisfaction cross his expression at how obedient you’re being. He gathers his saliva before pointedly spitting onto your tongue. Involuntarily, you let out a guttural moan, your hips bucking forward as fizzling heat explodes under your skin. Matty grunts as you clench around him, your velvety walls clamping down on him while you mewl. You’re a fucking mess, and that’s just how he likes you.

You eagerly swallow his spit without missing a beat while Matty’s hips continue to piston up into you relentlessly. You’re teetering on the edge and Matty knows it, he can feel it with every flutter around his cock. He glances at you with narrowed eyes, like he’s daring you to cum without permission, just to see what happens. All he says is a curt:

“Don’t.”

You let out a dejected whimper, weakly bucking in his lap as you can no longer even feign having the coherence to match his pace. Your thoughts are scrambled, only Matty could fuck you so good that you might just forget your own name. It’s all useless information anyway, the only clear thing in your hazy head is Matty. A rough pinch to your nipple through your dress and a whistling sound makes your eyes refocus.

“Oi,” he says between shallow breaths, “stay with me. Want you to look at me when I fill you up.”

Matty knows how good you’re feeling and how dumb he’s rendering you, but he has a damn point to prove, and that’s that you belong to him. His pace becomes more like harsh jerks as he nears his edge, his thighs flexing hard with the effort of fucking you through his orgasm. He murmurs hurriedly that he’s about to cum before he groans, spilling his load inside of you while maintaining intense eye contact. You feel the flood of warmth as his fingers leave purplish bruises on your hips, his head tilting back against the couch with his jaw slack. A few loose curls stick to his forehead with the glowing sheen of sweat across his body. Your expression twists with lust as you watch him, your cunt throbbing like a second heartbeat at the sight of him. It’s almost painful how badly you want to finish, he hardly ever cums before you when you fuck and the feeling has you squirming with impatience. Maybe you really are spoiled…

His hips slow to a stop as he sighs out, his cock twitching inside of you before he slowly starts to pull out, lifting you up off of his lap and onto your knees. You whimper at the loss, immediately feeling much too empty. Your eyes snap to his with desperation, your hips rocking into the air as his cum slowly dribbles out down your thighs. His eyes are lazily lidded, a smirk etched on his lips as he watches you, his large hands firmly holding you in place. Your face feels all hot, prickling at the bridge of your nose as frustration bubbles up, threatening to pour from you. You’re tripping over your words as you start to speak, your mouth spewing off faster than your brain as tears brim your eyes.

“Please, please- I’m sorry, Matty. Please? I-I need it,” you hiccup, trembling hands sliding up to the back of his neck.

“Are you fucking crying?” he laughs, yet he still reaches to wipe your tears away tenderly with his thumb.

You can’t manage to say anything, your legs are still trembling from the force that he’d railed you with. Matty coos at you with pity as you sniffle, it all felt so good but it wasn’t enough. His eyes hold less of a condescending glint now, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the bruises on your hips as if to kiss them better.

“My poor girl,” he whispers, “such a needy little thing.”

It’s then that he lets his gaze rake down your body, your dress disheveled and gathered around your waist. He does you the favor of reaching around your back, deft fingers unzipping the fabric and lifting it over your head. It doesn’t do much to satiate the fire under your skin, you still feel as though you’re burning up from the inside. As he’s placing your dress to the side carefully, he catches sight of the way his cum is streaking down your inner thighs. His tongue slides across his plush bottom lip, his eyes twinkling as he’s struck with an idea.

“Shame. Going to waste like that,” he mentions, his voice low, dripping with implication.

His hand starts at your knee, skimming upward until he’s collecting the drops of his release on his fingertips. Your eyebrows furrow with confusion as he looks up at you with a smirk, having revealed nothing of the thoughts racing through his dirty mind. He nudges your knees to open wider with his legs before reaching between your thighs, dragging his soiled fingers through your folds. You sigh out at even the slightest contact, his touch sending sparks flying as he brushes against your clit. He spreads his cum across your core, gathering an obscene combination of your arousal on his digits before he sinks two fingers into your sopping cunt. You gasp, your hands curling into the dark tresses at the base of his neck. Matty lets out a satisfied hum, beginning to pump his thick fingers in and out of you, crooking them forward skillfully.

“Please… please, Matty,” you breathe, as if they’re the only two words you know.

Matty shushes you softly, guiding his thumb toward your clit to trace tight circles over it while continuing to push his cum deeper inside of you. He leans in and presses his lips to your pulse point, feeling your heartbeat thrum faster and faster. He mouths over your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin in a way that makes your whole being buzz. Your hips rock into his hand wantonly, desperate for any ounce of pleasure and dizzying friction you can chase. Matty whispers into your skin about how gorgeous you are for him, how perfect you are.

That familiar tightening feeling only heightens as you hurtle towards your climax, your back arching further as you let out a high-pitched cry. You manage to stutter through warning Matty that you’re about to cum, only for him to cut you off mid-word by crushing his lips to yours. You whine into his mouth as he rubs your clit in quicker succession, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper. He’s shoving his tongue into your mouth hungrily the moment your orgasm crashes over you in a euphoric wave, your body writhing and your cunt fluttering. Pornographic wet sounds fill the room along with your muffled sobs being swallowed greedily by his lips. His fingers guide you through the raging storm of your climax as tears of pure relief stream down your cheeks.

As your orgasm tapers off, he withdraws his digits from within you, holding up a perfect, sticky mixture of you both that’s drenched him to his knuckles. You collapse onto his lap with a dazed moan as he tenderly rubs your lower back, the both of your eyes glued to his hand. You can hardly believe your misty vision as Matty opens his mouth, shamelessly sliding his fingers into his mouth as he sucks them clean of your combined essence. Your jaw drops, you’re blushing to your roots by the time he pulls them out of his lips with a soft popping sound.

“Shit,” he groans, “we taste heavenly.”

He just smirks at the astonished look on your face, inching his face close enough to yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning across your lips. He knows exactly how crazy he’s driving you.

“You want to try?” he asks, tempting you with a raise of his eyebrow.

Wordlessly, you press your lips to his, your eyes fluttering shut as you push your tongue into his mouth, dragging it across his to taste the muskiness in his mouth. You both let out mirrored, shuddering sighs as your tongues meld together in a searing kiss. You’re both panting by the time you pull away, mutually stealing the others breath straight from their lungs. He’s right, you’ve never tasted anything so luscious.

“... I might need another taste… just to be sure,” you giggle dreamily, your head tilting enticingly.

And who is he to deny you?

#GOOD MORNING 😃#i would do anything this man asks me to

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forcryingoutlloud · 1 month

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6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

Also love your work!💜

my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer.

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately.

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

#WOWWWWWWWEEEEEE #‘oh missed your daddy have you darling?’#FERAL #PLS

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Cigarettes & Wine | M. Healy | 1

'I want a photo of you in my bed, to carry with me when I go out west.'

In which Sadie and Matty have a very brief, very awkward, and very anxious encounter, Sadie gets very flustered but quickly finds herself fitting in with the group of rowdy boys and too many feelings are felt for her teenage brain.

warnings: drug use, implied alcoholism, implied parental neglect, my sweet angel sadie being a sweet angel.

word count: 8.5k

a/n: soo .. hiiii! i am juniper and im begging you guys bear with me i have Never posted on here before. BUUUUTT i am vvvv nervous and excited to be posting this but it's been in the works for tooooo long. begging and screaming to be let out of the word doc its been confined to. so here we are i guess. pls enjoy sadie and matty they are my Children. if the title wasn't hint enough.. this is only part one.

Sadie has had the most stressful morning of her entire life. Her tie is untied around her neck and the only thing she cares to grab hold of is her camera. Her entire life is on that thing, and although she may be merely 14, her camera is her child. She hears her mother huffing at the bottom of the stairs and straightens up to catch a look of herself in the mirror, a mess, as she suspected. Her shirt is buttoned up wrong, her skirt is half tucked into her tights, she has on one Mary Jane and her backpack’s contents are strewn messily across her bedroom floor. With some swear words muttered along the way she is in the car within five minutes and her mum is chewing her out for being late to her first day of Year 10, which she couldn’t really care less for.

“I’ll see you tonight, mum! Love you!” Sadie slams the car door before she can hear her mums reply and heads into the school she’s grown to know quite well. She’s fallen into a friend group with some girls that she thinks will do for her high school endeavours, but Sadie already knows she’s destined for bigger than the small town of Wilmslow. Somebody else who thinks this way is Matty Healy, the boy who’s just gone into Year 11. Sadie has noticed him before, they both tend to frequent the music department, Sadie finds it visually appealing for her photo collection, whereas Matty finds it appealing to the ears, especially his own guitar strumming. Any time their paths cross Sadie bows her head and pretty much runs in the opposite direction, face as red as the wine her mum drinks when the sky gets dark.

As Sadie enters the front of the school she signs in late at the front and heads to her class, putting her camera in her backpack as she approaches her English class. She sighs and opens the door with stuttered apologies for being late, Sadie might be confident and come across as such but that doesn’t mean her 14 year old brain isn’t scared of high school teachers and their strictness. She stumbles to her seat and sits down, accidentally throwing her bag at her feet once she gets out the book the class are in the middle of silently reading. Even though she doesn’t know why the class is reading on the first day she’s thankful for it because it lets her mind wander, her dreams of being a famous photographer is what her mind favours over ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’, Sadie finds Dickens to be boring. She prefers the Brontë sisters.

When lunchtime finally rolls around Sadie is where she can normally be found, the music department. Her camera is lazily slung around her neck, her backpack having been left with her friends in the library. She favours avoiding the gossip for finding inspiration in the usual practice rooms, the ones she hasn’t found inspiration in for a while now. She spent every day before the Summer holidays begging whoever might be looking down on her for something to take a photo of. Somebody else had been wandering the same corridors as Sadie. Everyone in her year talks about Matty Healy, “the boy in the year above with a natural affinity for the guitar he’s always carrying around the school carried a naturally mysterious air.” Sadie can’t think of a single girl in her year who wasn’t utterly obsessed with every move of Matty Healy. Including herself, even if she’s very hesitant to admit it, an admirer from afar per se. She likes to think of him more in the sense of ‘his appearance is inspiring to her camera’. Sadie was looking down at her feet, frowning at the scuffed shoes she wore for the entirety of Year 9 when she felt a larger figure bump into her. As she looks up and sees Matty with a guitar case in his hand she can’t help the pink tint that rises on her cheeks.

“Oh! Erm, sorry!” Sadie somehow manages to force the words out of her mouth. She seems to have the same shyness about her when talking to Matty that she does when looking her English teacher in the eye. An interesting discovery. She loses herself in overthinking the tone she just took with Matty when she hears him reply to her, something she wasn’t expecting in the slightest.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t paying attention, my bad.” He meets her eyes and genuinely seems like he couldn’t care less about her mistake, he seems to take more notice of her camera, his head tilts and his eyes squint in the direction of it hanging limply on her neck. She seems to grow more confident in herself when she realises he’s looking at her camera, she knows she’s good at photography, that’s something she could talk about endlessly. Matty lifts a finger and points to said camera. “You any good?”

Her eyes widen slightly at the question, and she clears her throat at the same time her head begins incessantly nodding, she is acting crazy. She then begins to overthink her nodding. Why is she overthinking so much? Maybe she’s just having an off-day. She decides that she nodded like that because she knows she’s a great photographer, why would she not be overconfident about it? Seems normal enough.

“Cool. Can I see any?” This is when Sadie’s heart rate picks up. She doesn’t know why; she doesn’t want to know why. She also does not want to know why he is asking her this. Matty’s question has sent her brain into full blown panic mode, maybe she does want to know why he’d like to see her photos. What could possibly intrigue him about her? The squint tie around her neck? Her incredibly dirty Mary Janes? In her 14-year-old brain she decides he fancies her. She’d come to find out in many, many years that she was, in fact, right.

“If you want? I’m bringing my hard drive tomorrow for my art class, they’re letting me use my photos this year, meet me at the library?” She says this with a coy smile on her face, in her head she is feeling a lot less coy because of the way Matty is smirking at her. What she doesn’t know is that he is looking down at her with a smirk because her face is so red that he thinks there’s something wrong, maybe it was something he’d said? After a beat of silence, he blinks down at her with a nod, and they bid their goodbyes. Once Sadie is sure Matty has turned the corner she lets out a silent squeal before quickly bolting to the school’s library and sitting down at the table her friends are at, she might not view them in any light, but they do love gossip. She takes a moment to catch her breath before turning to her friend sat beside her, “Matty Healy wants to see my photos. I have no idea why.”

Suffice to say Sadie didn’t sleep a wink that night. She sneaked through to her dad’s office to edit photos on the family computer at midnight when she was sure everyone was sleeping and when she was sure the photos were on her hard drive she went back to bed and tried to sleep. Unsuccessfully. She then had to drag herself to school the next morning, early, to meet Matty before classes. She had no energy to even be nervous, the eyebags on her face spoke for themselves. She all but flopped down on the seat next to the boy who held in his laugh at the sight of her. “Don’t laugh! I had to edit some of these photos before you saw them, and my bloody dad wouldn’t get off the computer last night, so I had to do it after he was sleeping! Anyways, wanna see?” When Matty nods with a smile she rifles through her backpack for her hard drive.

After silently looking through her photos for, like, three whole minutes, Matty turns to Sadie with a single nod. “So, I’m in a band. I think they’d love these. How about you come to our next practice and take some photos of us? See if they like what you do?” Sadie is now a mere puddle in her computer chair. She doesn’t speak in fear of her mouth betraying her, what would she even say? She nods for a while; she doesn’t know how long she nods for, but she knows it’s been a while.

“Yup, sounds good. Yeah, cool. Cool. Where do you guys practice?” Sadie doesn’t know what the fuck is coming out of her mouth. She is word vomiting all over Matty’s shoes. She wants to apologise but she isn’t sure she remembers the English language. Why is she so nervous? Oh, probably just because the guy that every single one of her peers fawns over is currently asking her to make him and his bandmates her next subject of inspiration. Her next muse. What even is her life.

“At my house. I’ll write the address down for you, hang on.” Sadie’s mouth has gone dry. Now she’s truly forgotten the English language. This can’t be real, and this certainly can’t be happening to Sadie. Matty Healy is writing down his home address for her to have. Not to even mention his literal famous mum and dad. She reaches her hand under the computer desk and pinches her thigh over her wool tights, it doesn’t hurt but she’s now sure this is actually happening. Sadie takes the paper from Matty and tries to process the date and time he’s reciting at her. They’re interrupted by the morning bell and when Matty holds the library door open for her she waves goodbye, bows her head and speedwalks away from him.

Sadie really tries to focus in her classes that day but it doesn’t work in the slightest, all she can think about is Matty Healy and she curses him for it. She tries to read some romance novel when she gets home but she starts picturing the characters as her and Matty and has to put it down. He has unknowingly taken over her brain, and she resents him for it. Can’t a girl even read in peace?! She took pride in being the only girl in her year who didn’t have a crush on Matty, now she can’t even hold that above his head.

By the time Friday rolls around Sadie is already over school, she never tended to like school, but she already knows that Year 10 is going to be dreadful. The one saving grace might come in the form of a boy in the year above. She leaves school and runs home to get changed before she heads to Matty’s address. She has cherished the crumpled piece of paper that held his address since she got it on Tuesday morning, she taped it to her mirror and that is where it will stay. It isn’t like she hasn’t come home every night from school and studied it, she knows exactly where she’s going.

Her shaky hand knocks on the door of said address about an hour later, she biked over from her house and actually enjoyed the ride, the early September sun was shining on her face and lighting up the bumpy country road she took to get here. Her thoughts are interrupted by a lively woman, quite aggressively, swinging the front door open. Sadie smiles up at her with squint eyes because of the sun attacking them, making the blue of her irises look probably insane. “Um, hi? I’m Sadie, Matty invited me to watch his band practice and take some photos of them.” Sadie lazily points to the camera around her neck with an awkward smile. She is coming across very poorly. But alas the woman opens the door wider.

“Oh! He never mentioned, he doesn’t tend to tell me these things though, typical teenager! I’m Matty’s mum, just call me Denise though, sweetheart. They should be in the garage.” Denise walks Sadie to the garage door where she can hear the loud laughter of teenage boys and obnoxious drumbeats. She smirks slightly and thanks Denise, accepting her offer of a can of coke. Once she takes it she enters the garage, and the laughter dies down. “Sadie’s here, boys, she’s very lovely so I don’t want to hear of any teasing or making fun.”

Sadie looks down at her feet as Denise defends her, even though the boys haven’t yet uttered a word. She hears the garage door close behind her and Matty gestures her over to him. He very casually, like it’s nothing, throws an arm over her shoulder and begins introducing her to the three other boys in his garage. She already knows George from a couple of her classes due to them being in the same year, but she lets Matty speak at her anyways. “So, Sades, this is Adam, he plays guitar and he's in the year above me, basically he’s old. That’s Ross, he does the bass, but I think he just pretends to know what he’s doing. And that’s George, obviously he plays the drums, but he just makes a fucking racket.” Sadie flushes at how casually he gestures, how casually his arm is around her, how casually he swears, and how casually he calls her ‘Sades’. That’s a new one.

“Um, hi, I’m Sadie it’s nice to meet you guys. Matty was singing your guys’ praise on Tuesday morning. Been looking forward to this since.” Sadie’s forearm has suddenly become very itchy, and she busies herself in looking around the garage in an attempt to avoid eye contact with any of the aforementioned boys. She notices a few posters on the exposed walls and a couple of guitar cases strewn across the floor, the last thing she notices is a battered leather couch against the wall, facing all of the boys and their many instruments and poor cable management. Sadie leaves Matty’s side and takes a seat on it, placing her coke on the floor and taking the lens cap off her camera.

The practice is well under way and Sadie’s mind has been racing with thoughts of how she’d shoot the band at an actual show. She finally gains the courage to stand up and has failed to notice Matty’s eyes on her the entire time he’s been singing. None of the other boys seem to notice either, Matty doesn’t even realise what he’s doing. When they finish up the last song they wanted to practice (for probably the tenth time), they start chatting about things they should do differently, and Sadie busies herself by looking at her photos on the couch. She gets caught up in them and doesn’t feel the sofa sink next to her, she looks up and sees George looking over her shoulder. “Any good photos of me?”

Sadie can’t help the pink on her face as she nods and turns her camera to him, showing him the few photos she got of him. She found it difficult to get good angles of George considering the size of the garage they were practising in, him being shoved into the back corner. As George was flicking through photos Sadie couldn’t help but study his face, his brows were slightly furrowed as he fiddled with the buttons on her camera, not knowing how to work it. He smirked at a few photos and his eyes scanned over the rest, when he looked up Sadie was suddenly very interested in the opening of her can of coke. She has no idea why she can’t look at any of the boys without her heart rate picking up and her face going bright pink. Maybe because she thinks they’re actually quite cool and she has no idea why she would possibly be sitting in Matty’s garage with them all. But she is.

The next time she has a run in with the band is a week and a half later when they all spot her in the lunch hall and wildly gesture her over. She had spotted them first and tried to look around to avoid them. She really wishes she knew why her subconscious was forcing her away from the boys. (She’s terrified she’ll embarrass herself. That’s why). She gets herself together and heads over to the table they’re sat at, awkwardly placing her bag at her feet. She murmurs something that could be perceived as a “hi” but honestly it could have been anything. “Have you edited the photos yet? We are highly anticipating them.” Sadie nods her head excitedly, glad that the topic is on her photos, something she actually is passionate about.

“Yeah! Yeah, they’re on a hard drive that you guys can have, I forgot to bring it with me today though. I’ll bring it tomorrow?” Matty nods and falls into conversation with the boys, who also include Sadie, sitting there helpless, unsure if she should get up and go to her friends. She dares to glance in their direction and when she sees them blowing fake kisses because of the curly haired boy she’s sat with she rolls her eyes and turns back around. She reminds herself that they are her surface level friends, they have nothing in common whatsoever, they’re too caught up in gossip. Sadie is too caught up in her camera. They don’t gel.

Sadie manages to fall into a conversation with Ross about English and their mutual enjoyment for the subject, she finds it incredibly random but she’s glad to have something in common with one of the boys. She relished in the conversation not being surface level drama that brought a yawn out of her throat, she also relishes in her slight ranting about her passions actually being listened to. Sadie likes Ross and his listening skills. When the bell rings she finds herself bewildered at the fact she doesn’t want to get up from the table, she’d quite like to stay and timidly laugh at the boys’ jokes and general noisiness. But, alas, she must head to the aforementioned English class, she makes a joke to Ross about how she’d rather go anywhere else. They share a hatred for Sadie’s teacher, him having had her for the previous school year. She finds herself falling into step with George, they’re already five minutes late.

They wave a goodbye to the rest of the boys who all disperse into different classes and walks silently with George. They pass by a few people that make them share glances to each other, grimaces present on their faces. Anytime this happens they both laugh and shove into one another until they reach the fated English hallway and George reaches into his bag and pulls out two sheets of handwritten papers. Sadie’s face basically turns into a question mark. “What? It’s the homework?” Upon seeing Sadie’s heart basically fall to her toes George can’t help but let out a baffled laugh. “Don’t tell me you haven’t done it.”

“Shit, George.”

The colder the weather gets the more Sadie begins to feel like an integral member of the group. She’s the one to tell the boys to shut up when they’re talking too loudly. She’s the one to shove Matty anytime he makes another member of the group the butt of his jokes. She’s also the one to tell him when his singing sounds shit. Sadie has been quite the talk of the town recently because of this, her old friends are spreading all kinds of rumours due to her gradually dropping them in favour of the boys. Although anytime Ross catches wind of these in the school corridors he’s quick to shut it down, whether it be defending her or physically getting involved… at least he's there!

The band are meeting up for their last practice before Christmas Day and Sadie is beside herself with excitement, she hasn’t seen the boys since the school broke off for the holidays on the 17th. She wakes up that morning already excited but when she opens her curtains and sees snow she swears under her breath, she couldn’t possibly drag her bikes weak tyres through the thick snowfall. So, she slides her panda slippers onto her feet and heads downstairs, finding her mum in the kitchen with a cup of tea and a cigarette in hand. “Morning, mum! Would you be able to give me a lift to Matty’s later? I was gonna bike over, but it must’ve snowed pretty hard last night.” When she hears the sigh escape her mum’s mouth and the slight thud of her palm on the counter she knows she’s not getting a lift.

Denise was expecting Sadie, she’d grown to expect the young girl’s presence around the house at any given time. But what Denise wasn’t expecting was to open up the door to Sadie, bike in hand, tears staining her bright red cheeks, and no hat on her head. This just wouldn’t do. “Oh! Sadie, sweetheart, what happened? Come in, out of the cold now, just dump the bike, that’s fine. Why did you bike here?” Sadie tries to speak but her brain seems to think that letting a sob rack her body is the smarter way to go about this.

“Mum wouldn’t give me a lift, said she had more important things to be seeing to. Had no choice.” Denise immediately puts the kettle on and wraps the girl up in a blanket, rubbing her shoulders after forcing her to take a seat at the kitchen island. Sadie can hear the boys upstairs and is glad of Denise calming her down and talking to her before she has to face them. After Denise gives her a telling off for not, at least, putting on a scarf, she turns to Sadie with an eyebrow raised. She just sighs. “She does this all the time. Feel like a nuisance at that house. Always in the way.”

Upon hearing this Denise circles the kitchen island and crowds her into a hug which she can’t help but accept. After a beat of silence occasionally broken up by Sadie’s sniffles, the two part, Denise keeping her at arm’s length. “You shouldn’t feel like a nuisance. Listen, any time you come here I’m delighted, probably because you balance the testosterone levels a bit, but not just that, you’re the kindest young lady I’ve ever gotten to meet, and it’s always a pleasure to have you at the house, you keep my boys in check. Now, if you ever feel like this again, phone my number from your house phone, and I’ll come pick you up, can’t have you biking in the snow anymore.”

Sadie nods her head at Denise’s words, letting out a slightly weepy laugh anytime she makes a dig at the boys. She feels strangely warm inside, despite the subzero temperatures she was just faced with, and she doesn’t know why. She’s never felt safer than when Denise took her hand on the kitchen island. Matty’s house is now her safe space she’s decided. Speak of the devil, Sadie hears a clatter from the stairs behind her and when she turns she sees Matty’s eyes light up. “Sades! You made it! I thought you weren’t gonna come because of this snow, glad to see you though, George is chatting shit about your English teacher again. Something about holiday homework, help me take some juice up?”

Sadie takes the blanket with her and with a smile in Denise’s direction she waddles over to the fridge. She makes sure to finish her tea before grabbing a can of coke. Another thing she likes about the Healy house is the constantly stocked fridge, anytime she needs a drink there seems to be one on hand. Almost akin to Mary Poppins handbag. She takes one of the cans Matty is juggling with a giggle and bids goodbye to Denise before heading up the stairs. Matty entertains this journey by telling her that his dad had taken Louis, his younger brother, out to build a snowman a half hour ago and Sadie laughs at the image of his rosy cheeks and tiny hands grasping at snowflakes. She dotes on Louis, always having wanted a younger sibling, she treats him like her own brother.

When the door to Matty’s bedroom opens she smiles at the sight, three boys strewn across the room in one big, lazy mess. They all seem to perk up at the sight of Sadie, George especially. “Thank fuck you’re here, need help with this homework, my mum told me to have it finished before Christmas. And Ross, miserable bastard, is refusing to help me. Have you done it?” Sadie sets down Adam’s can of coke on the desk, cracking her own open before sitting criss-cross on the floor beside George. She nods at him over the can, and he can’t help but cheer and push it towards her, struggling on the carpet. “You’re so much better than me at English. Read what I have.” She sets down her can and skims over what George has written.

“Oh dear, I’ll help you after practice.” At this the boys all glance at each other and the room falls silent. Did she say something? I mean, they’re here for practice, right? Right. Sadie has just missed it, her treacherous journey to the Healy house took longer than usual, and she left late. “Have you already practiced?” When faced with four nodding boys, Sadie sighs and nods too. “That’s okay, we can just hang out, then.” Matty looks at her with a sympathetic grimace. He overheard more of her conversation with his mum than he originally let on.

Matty decides that changing the subject entirely is the best thing he can do in this situation, he doesn’t want to force her to talk about why she was crying to his mum. “We liked the most recent photos you took, really cool. Think you left some of your ones for art on the hard drive, there was a random shot of some leaf in the middle of Ross’ closeups.” Sadie shakes her head, feeling her eyes roll involuntarily. “I mean it was a good leaf photo, I just don’t think it’s our vibe.” Her head is thrown back in a giggle as she takes another sip of her coke.

“You should consider yourself lucky, getting to see my leaf photos. They are very close to my heart.” All Matty can do at this is scoff, he is now the one rolling his eyes. Sadie’s attention is diverted by a sheet of paper being waved in her face. She turns to George with a slight glare, and he backs into himself a bit. “Fine. What do you not understand? It’s just English.”

“I just don’t get it. English doesn’t make sense, I think you’ve forgotten that I am a well-travelled man, Sadie. I’ve been all over the place.” Sadie fixes the boy with a sigh, a straight-faced sigh. She lets his sentence linger in the air as she readjusts on the bedroom floor. She lays on her front as she reads what George has written. It’s not bad, but it’s also not great. And so, she tells him such.

“I mean, it’s not bad, but it’s not great. You could maybe, I don’t know, sprinkle in an adjective here or there, don’t think that would hurt.” Is all she manages to get out before a pillow is lobbed, quite forcefully, at her head. In retaliation she throws the paper back at George. “Well, you can do it yourself then, can’t you?”

“No, no, no! Sadie I didn’t mean it! My hand slipped!”

As the day turned to night the boys gradually left until it was just Matty and Sadie left sitting on his floor, sharing chips that Denise had cooked for them. Sadie put one in her mouth and glanced out the window, noticing it was snowing again, the sigh that came out of her mouth wasn’t meant to sound quite as pathetic as it did. Matty stopped strumming on his guitar and turned to her with furrowed brows, at the sudden silence she met his eyes. “I can’t bike home in this weather.”

“Why did you even bike here in the first place? And why were you crying?” Sadie shakes her head and breaths out a laugh. How does she even answer this? She could be honest, lay her cards on the table, and tell him all about her mum. Or she could be partially honest and tell him that her mum just doesn’t make time for her. Or she could blatantly lie, she’s on her period or something like that. As she weighs up her options she lets out a barely audible hum and Matty cocks his head at her.

“It’s just my mum. She never makes time for me. Refused to give me a lift and I didn’t want to cancel so I biked here. That’s all, I’m okay now, spending time with you guys makes me okay.” Matty’s head falls to rest on Sadie’s shoulder silently. He doesn’t know what to say to her, so he just starts strumming the guitar again. A smile rests on Sadie’s slightly pink cheeks as she hums along to the song Matty is playing, she doesn’t know it to name, but she definitely knows it. “I didn’t think I’d actually make friends in high school.” Matty doesn’t say anything for a minute, processing Sadie’s words.

“Of course you were gonna make friends. I think you’re too good to just be our friend, frankly I’m shocked you put up with our bullshit.” Another beat of silence falls upon the pair. “Just come here if your mum’s being a pain, we’ll cheer you right up.” Sadie smiles at this and feels tears brimming her eyes, and she doesn’t know why. At the sudden sound of the door opening Matty lifts her head and Sadie rubs at her eyes.

“Right, Sadie, I’ve just tried phoning your house phone three times to no answer, so the spare room is set up for you, let me know when you pair decide to sleep.” Sadie doesn’t hear much of what Denise said after hearing that her house was phoned three times, and nobody answered. What if something had happened to her? She sighs and smiles up at Denise from the floor, thanking her before picking at the loose pieces of carpet on the floor. When the door shuts, the tears flow. Matty has never been more panicked in his entire life, he thinks. How the fuck do you comfort your crying best friend?!

“Hey, hey. Come here.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder and all she can do is sigh. She knows if she speaks it’ll end in even more tears, her voice will refuse to work. She gives in and leans into Matty’s touch, the weather outside is a stark contrast to how she feels under his arm. After a few minutes of her silently crying, she dares a glance up at him and sees him staring at the wall across from him with slightly widened eyes, the sight makes her giggle, breaking him from his trance. He looks down at her and joins in the laughter, not knowing why they’re laughing but glad she’s not crying as hard anymore. Yet his eyes widen again when she stops laughing and opens her mouth.

“I want to know why they don’t care about me. I haven’t done anything.” Matty sighs at this, a sick part of his brain wishes he could relate just so he’d know what to say. He looks down at Sadie who is now lying on his floor, upside down from where he sits. He lays down next to her, top and tail, both teenagers looking up at the ceiling, feeling things too big for them to even comprehend, things they shouldn’t have to feel. “Sorry, I feel like the mood is ruined.”

“What mood? You’ve been off all day, making me feel sad. I wish I could make it better.”

“I wish you could, too.”

Sadie has no desire to celebrate her 15th birthday that following Summer. But she’s been faced with no choice. In George’s words they “had to because you only turn 15 once.” George had turned 15 earlier that year and didn’t seem to share that sentiment on his birthday, all they did was go to Matty’s house after school and sit in his living room for six hours. But he was insistent that the group had to go out for dinner, he’d gotten Denise on his side which ultimately led to Sadie agreeing. Her mother wasn’t best pleased, but she’d grown to not care, and her mothers grown to know she can’t fight her anymore.

She got dressed in rapid speed, desperate to get out of the house and reunite with her best friends. She hadn’t even gotten as much as a card from her parents and that says more to her than any words could have, she isn’t even sure they know her birthday is today. Pulling on her jeans, probably quicker than the speed of light, she grabs her jacket and runs down the stairs, she shouts a bye to anyone who cares and hops on her bike to Matty’s house. They’re all meeting there for some big surprise before they go out to dinner.

The August sun is beaming down on her face, she pauses and squints up at the sky and notices how blue it is, she smiles and looks back down at her bike. She decides that draping her jacket over the handlebars is a better idea, her backpack is half on her back because she was in such a rush. When she bikes the familiar back road she takes note of how the trees have turned from pathetic twigs to bright green scenery, she shuts her eyes for a second and let the Summer air infiltrate her lungs. She is grateful to be alive.

When she biked round the corner at the end of Matty’s road she could see all the boys engaged in a water fight, her urge to turn right back around grows stronger the closer she gets, George’s pathetic screams and Matty’s maniacal laughter grow louder, and she can’t help but laugh to herself. She hears Denise scolding Ross for going too rough and shakes her head as she throws her bike down on the driveway, climbing off and running away from all the boys who immediately turn on her with their water attacks. “Hey!! Stop, it’s my birthday!”

George laughs louder than Sadie had ever heard someone laugh before, probably because the boys weren’t targeting him anymore. She squeals and tries to run into the house, but Adam blocks the door, and she feels more water shooting at the back of her head. She hits his chest and tells him to move at least fifty times, but he doesn’t budge so she runs. She runs round the house to the back garden where she knows Matty keeps the water guns, just as she suspected there’s a pile of them, half-full, on the grass. Sure, they’re the shit ones, but they’ll do the job.

She hears a gasp behind her. “She’s found the pile, run.” She laughs and whips herself around, gun in each hand, to the pathetic squeals of four boys who run back around to the front of the house. There’s a knock on the kitchen window which distracts Sadie for a second, she sees Denise waving wildly at her, she waves back and sees her saying “Happy Birthday!” She laughs and runs round the house to get the boys back.

A half hour later Denise calls out the front door for them to come in. They all race into the house, Matty being shoved by George and Sadie laughing so hard she stops in her tracks. She gets stopped in her tracks even further when she sees the pile of gifts under the TV. She gasps quietly and barely hears everyone wishing her a happy birthday in unison, the tears pricking her eyes are stinging the back of her throat. This is the most anyone’s done for her birthday. George puts an arm round her shoulder and shakes her slightly, then slightly shoves her to the presents. “Save the one with the pink wrapping paper for last.”

Sadie’s bottom lip wobbles and she lets out an exasperated laugh. “Guys, this is too much. I don’t even know what to say.” She moves towards the gifts as if they’re going to jump out and scare her. She sees the three cards on the top and picks them up, sitting down on the floor in front of the TV. The boys, Denise, Tim, and Louis are all scattered across the couches and the floor too, just watching. She opens the one from Denise, Tim, and Louis first and smiles through teary eyes at the kind words written on the page. She has the same reaction to the other two cards, one from all the boys, one from just Matty.

After a while Sadie’s face is wet with tears, she’d laughed at some of the funny gifts, and with her new necklace round her neck she looked at the last gift, the pink one, cautiously. “Is it alive? Am I gonna be scared?” Matty laughs and shakes his head. She lifts it into her lap and looks at the tag, it reads that it’s from the boys. Before she opens it Denise cuts in.

“They all saved up for this on their own. Came up with the idea and everything.” Sadie looks to the group of boys on the other couch who all look very smug, she rolls her eyes at their faces and turns back to the gift. She carefully unwraps it and can’t help the sob that comes out of her mouth. The new Sony camera is sitting in front of her. When she gets hold of herself she opens the box and gasps at the sight of it. “Guys, oh my god. I can’t take this, you’re kidding.”

“Well, none of us know how to use it.” Sadie tackles the four of them into her arms, jumping on top of them all on the couch, muttering a hundred thank yous under her breath. She doesn’t even know how the boys managed to afford it, maybe some of Matty’s odd jobs he was doing helped, or Ross’ job down at the shop. She didn’t know, but she knew she would never forget this. Sadie felt that same feeling again from earlier. She was grateful to be alive.

By the time Matty’s 18th rolls around, the rest of the group have a plan. They’ve all saved up enough money to buy tickets to Leeds festival, and they’ve all chipped in to get one for Matty’s birthday. Sadie wasn’t allowed to go before, but Denise gave in this year and let her tag along with the group. She makes all of the parental decisions for Sadie now, since she pretty much lives at the Healy’s house. Denise’s reasoning was that it would be after her 17th birthday, deeming her old enough to go. Matty, Ross, Adam and Jamie had gone last year but all they had talked about when they came back to Sadie and George was how excited they were to go next year, the full group.

Ross, George and Sadie were currently sat in Matty’s back garden, waiting for Matty and Adam to get home from work. Sadie and Ross were sharing a cigarette and talking about the lineup for Leeds. More like arguing. George was observing with a cigarette of his own, he’d only spared one to the duo because he’s stingy. “No, Sadie. Nine Inch Nails are more exciting than the fucking Smashing Pumpkins. Think of it, you’re in a muddy field what would you rather listen to.”

Sadie looks at him like he’d grown a second head. “The Smashing Pumpkins.” Ross just groans, George laughs loudly. “What?! I would!”

“You’re actually fucked in the head, Sadie. George, please back me up.” He passes the cig back to Sadie who takes it and looks at George with a raised eyebrow. He takes a sip of his coke and looks away from the pair, whistling at the sky. Sadie laughs and passes the cigarette back to Ross. He tells her to finish it, so she does.

“No, to be fair to both of you, I’d rather be at Paramore. If I had to choose.” Sadie and Ross both share a look and collapse into each other laughing.

“Okay, one, Paramore is on Sunday, we’re talking about Friday. And two, they weren’t even in the equation to begin with.” Ross nods at Sadie’s words and George just sticks his middle finger up at the pair, who laugh at him again. They hear the back door opening and turn to see Matty, they shut up about their prior argument quite quickly. The trio share a look and have to hide their laughs.

“Hello boys. And Sadie.” They nod up at Matty who cracks open his coke and pours it over the ice in his glass. He looks at the three that have gone silent and squints his eyes slightly before taking a sip of his coke and lighting a cig. Sadie looks at the other two who are giving her looks as if to say, “Say something.”

She turns back to Matty, who turns to her. “How was work?” George lets out a barely audible groan and she looks at him incredulously. Matty nods around his glass and then kind of shakes his head.

“It was okay, not busy, boring. I like it there, though.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome for getting you that job. I’ve been there for like a year now. Remember when I walked in one day and George was just standing in the kitchen? That was stupid.” George laughs at her and she turns to him. “No, I was so confused.”

“I was working, where did you want me to stand?”

“It would’ve been nice to know you were working at the fucking place?” George shakes his head.

“Wanted to surprise you.”

“Some surprise that is, George!” He, yet again, sticks his middle finger up at her. This time she does it back. Matty scoffs and leans his head back with a sigh, he stretches his arms and one of them comes to rest on the back of the bench behind Sadie.

She points up at the sky, the sun is setting behind the clouds which cast a pink hue down on the group of four. They stay outside until the sun is probably in the middle of the sky in Australia. Adam arrives not long after Matty and Sadie gives him a subtle nod and thumbs up, trying to tell him that they got the Leeds tickets today. He looks confused at first, but he gets it after a minute. When Matty goes inside the four speak in whispers about how they have to tell Matty, because George is unable to keep it a secret. The back door swings open again and the four sit up straight. “Right, you guys are hiding something from me.” Sadie can’t help herself.

“We’re going to Leeds.”

Leeds was a fucking nightmare. Everyone fought. Everyone made up. Then they fought again. They all got so high they probably couldn’t see. Ross and Sadie ended up seeing Nine Inch Nails together after losing everyone else, and despite being in the clouds, Sadie remembered to act like she didn’t want to be there. Until she actually started enjoying herself. And George got to see Paramore. Almost. He passed out and Sadie shouted at him in the medical tent after he just came to because she was missing out, she was forced to take him to the medical tent.

Sadie was sick on some girl’s shoes at the Kings of Leon set. It was her, George and Adam having the time of their lives until some older girl started flirting with George, obviously he was loving it, but Sadie was already having a bad high and when she saw the way that girl was looking at George she just couldn’t help it! It all kicked off when George and the girl teamed up and tried to fight her. George was forced to take her to medical and as she was thrown over his shoulder he was yelling about how she’d ruined the weekend.

Safe to say the drive home was silent. Matty had the biggest hangover behind the wheel and Ross was cradling Sadie in the backseat as if she were his child, George was practically hanging out the window on the other side of Sadie. The one memory she has in the car is when they were all sat on the grass, ages away from any music, when Matty turned to the boys and said, “Reckon we’ll be on one of these stages soon?” The question was ringing through Sadie’s mind.

A few days later the group were all sat in Matty’s garden (like usual) with drinks in hand, reminiscing on the festival after they’d all taken some much needed time away from each other. Anytime Matty’s eyes caught hers she felt her heart stop. She isn’t sure he remembers but the day after they got back Sadie jolted awake with a vision of her kissing Matty. She doesn’t know when or if it actually happened, but it seemed too real to be something she conjured up in the middle of the night. Ever since, she’ll wake up in a cold sweat with visions of Matty’s lips on hers. She remembers it being a life-changing kiss, though, so there’s that at least.

Sadie makes a point to be the last to leave Matty’s house, she’ll probably end up sleeping here tonight, like usual. It’s a rare sight to see Sadie sleeping in her own bed these days, it probably occurs once a month at most. When Adam shuts the door behind him, Sadie feels her heart fall out of her ass, the silence is less than comfortable. If she can feel the shift in energy surely Matty can. He sits down beside her and turns to her. “Do you remember?”

Sadie feels like she’s died in her seat. Her eyes have practically fallen out onto the dining table. She spins her glass on the table awkwardly, thinking of what to say. What would he say if she lied? Would he pretend it never happened? She decides not to lie, because when his face is as close to hers as it is right now, she thinks she’d like to kiss him again. “Yeah… Do you?”

“Wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t, hmm?” Sadie feels like her 14 year old self, meeting him for the first time. Her face is flushed pink, she’s picking at the tracksuit bottoms on her thighs, and she’s avoiding eye contact. She wishes the ground would eat her alive, because one thing about Sadie is she doesn’t know how to flirt. “Hurt me seeing you kiss that other guy the next day.” As he says this his hand has come up to play with the loose strand of hair that had fallen out of the front of her ponytail. She looks up at him through her eyelashes. Her voice is no louder than a mutter.

“Sorry, didn’t know what I was doing, don’t even think I knew where I was.” Matty laughs softly at this and looks down at his lap, but his eyes catch Sadie’s nervously picking at the loose thread on the seam of her tracksuit. He feels his heart skip a beat as he grabs it. This makes her face him, looking into his eyes. The silence around them is suffocating and Sadie feels like she might pass out on the floor. When he makes the move to shuffle slightly closer, she smirks at his face. She doesn’t know where she grew the confidence but when she mutters, “Just do it.” He breaks the distance.

The butterflies in her stomach feel cliché, the way the kiss picks up in pace feels even more so. His lips on hers feels like coming home to your own bed after you’ve been abroad for a week. It feels like the smell of your own house after being away for a while. She knows that when her hand comes up to the back of his neck that it holds an ulterior motive, this is confirmed by his hand on her hip, guiding her closer. She wants to consume him in this moment. When they break away for a breather, Sadie doesn’t open her eyes, she doesn’t want to face this moment, but when she feels a squeeze on her hip she can’t help but open one eye. Matty laughs and leans his forehead to hers.

“Sleep in my room tonight.” That’s all that Sadie has ever wanted to hear.

The slight fling between Sadie and Matty didn’t really last for very long. The group all moved into a flat together and the flame between them just kind of flickered out. George noticed the change in Sadie’s demeanour ever since. He was the only other person who knew about Matty and Sadie, but because he was the best friend of both he had to be there for both. It was eating him alive. He was laying in Sadie’s bedroom, joint between his lips. They were sharing it.

“He fucks anything with legs. But I can’t move on. What’s with that?” Sadie plucked the joint from George’s mouth, and he rubs his eyes his face with a groan. He watches the smoke leaving Sadie’s lips intensely, staring at the way it clouds up in the air and dissipates into nothingness, this is how Sadie and Matty’s relationship felt. He sits up slightly on the bed with an indignant sigh.

“His way of coping, I suppose. He didn’t exactly get an explanation as to why you stopped sleeping in his room. Now he just needs someone sleeping there to fill that void for him.” It’s Sadie’s turn to sigh now. She knows George is right, but she doesn’t like the answer and she doesn’t want to hear that he’s suffering. He’s being a bitch and he should just come and speak to her. Silence falls over the duo and George stubs out the joint gently before opening his arms for Sadie.

She isn’t feeling very grateful to be alive.

#oh i’m SO excited for this #love it already !!!

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(not so) guilty pleasure

this fic is part of my pornstar au which you can find here!

a/n; I think this is my longest fic ever?? and it might be ass, sorry! Despite people telling me I'm good at smut, I'm still not too sure I believe them… but I keep writing it anyway lol. Is this realistic? No! But that's half the fun of smutty fanfiction! Enjoy this if you can, and if you don't that's fine too, just don't be a dick about it lol

Content warnings; subby matty, free use, edging, blow jobs, sex, masturbation, hand jobs, teasing, swearing, calling matty "princess" overstimulation, making porn/filming sex, sex toys, squirting, tying someone up, ruined orgasm, repetitive/ bad writing and overuse of many words.

word count; 8.1k ish

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“You'd really be into that?” Matty says with wide eyes, he’d been dancing around the idea of bringing this up for a while, but he was terrified he'd scare you off with the very mention of the words “free use”. Instead, you were immediately nodding your head and twisting your hair around your fingers. The same look you always get when you're thinking about something you find hot, Matty recognises it from the way you gaze at him from the side stage at 1975 gigs.

“Absolutely, baby. I play with sex toys for a living, and now I finally get to use you as one.” You can't help but tease Matty a little, pecking him on the lips as soon as you finish talking and flopping down onto the bed below you, flipping over and turning off the lamp next to your head.

Matty stays motionless next to you, and you swear you can almost hear the cogs turning in his head. Every bone in your body wants to flip over and fuck him senseless, but isn't the anticipation half of the fun?

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You wake up Matty the next day by pressing kisses to his neck, licking and sucking every inch of skin you can see. You can feel him stirring underneath you, and as soon as he processes you on top of him, he sighs happily and cranes his neck to the side. His brain isn't the only part of his body stirring, and before long, you can feel the distinct outline of his growing erection in his boxers.

“Morning pretty boy, wanna be my little toy today, hmm?” You whisper into his ear, biting the lobe and pulling it with your teeth. Matty whimpers at your words, nodding his head assuredly as soon as you finish speaking.

Matty knows your rules, though, and manages to force a “yes, please-” out of his chest before you even tell him to use his words. You smirk against his skin at the needy whimper that quickly follows his plea. Then you start sucking an especially harsh hickey on his neck, just high enough to be seen over any of his shirts and in the perfect spot that meant the top of the collar would brush against the sensitive skin, reminding Matty of exactly who owns him.

You know just what Matty is expecting, blissful soft morning sex that ends with him filling you with his cum as you finish around him with breathy moans. The image of you riding him as he gropes your tits and watches the sunlight dance over your body is almost visible in his half-hooded eyes. But the last thing you want to do is be predictable when you have an opportunity like this.

You're gonna torture him, and he's going to fucking love it.

So when you swing off his body and stand up from bed, you can't help but smile at his annoyed whine. If he thought that was bad, you knew he'd be fucking sobbing by the end of the day.

“Come on, angel, did you think we were gonna lie in bed all day? We've got things to do sweetheart, come get dressed with me, yeah? I've got an outfit in mind for you today” You flash Matty a sickly sweet smile, and he almost thinks he sees a flash of evil behind your eyes, but he quickly writes it off as something else.

Although it is pretty evil the way you swing your hips as you stroll to the walk-in wardrobe with just panties and a flimsy pyjama top on. Matty scrambles out of bed after you, eager to get today started.

One of the many pros to a rich rockstar boyfriend is the closet space, Matty had a massive walk-in wardrobe with everything you could possibly want in it. His endless collection of vintage band t-shirts were some of your favourite pieces, and you have definitely stolen a few too many, but isn't that the tax that comes with having a girlfriend? However, you don't hover near the shirts for too long today, b-lining towards the section of the wardrobe you'd only found recently; the skirts.

After a revealing text conversation and then at the “sleepover” that followed, you learnt all about Matty's affinity for skirts and feeling pretty, and you can't deny that the image of him in a skirt made your head spin. So, you grab your favourite of his collection, a long black floral skirt that always makes your heart race.

Next, you turn to look at his massive amount of jumpers, rifling through them until you find the object of your desires. It's definitely too big for your boyfriend, falling off his shoulder whenever he wears it, but the green knit jumper was perfect for your plans today, leaving just enough skin for you to tease. You already have visions of tracing his collarbones with your tongue and listening to the pained whimpers that fall from Matty's lips.

You pass the clothes to Matty wordlessly, and he immediately obeys, slipping off his shirt and putting on the jumper you passed him. You watch as he slides the skirt up his thighs, smiling as it falls around him. He grabs a pair of boxers from the drawer behind him, too, putting them on under his skirt. But you're not done playing dress up just yet.

“Take your boxers off,” you demand, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at the man in front of you.

“What? Why?” Matty’s face scrunches up at your request. If you really had things to do today, he didn’t want to be strolling the streets of London with no underwear on. It might sound hot in theory, but in practice, it just seemed like a recipe for chafing and being arrested for accidentally flashing someone.

“I wasn't asking. Take them off. Now.” Even before his brain catches up with his hands, Matty is slipping his boxers off under his skirt, the force in your voice making his body move instinctively. Part of him hates that you don't have to really do anything before he’s scrambling to please you, but the other part loves to worship the ground you walk on whenever he can. His mind flashes back to late nights that used to just feature you on a computer screen, so having you in person is something Matty can never take for granted.

“Good boy,” you tilt your head teasingly at Matty as you speak, smirking at the quiet whine that falls from his lips at your words, he was so fucking easy to rile up and you plan to exploit exactly that. All day.

You flash a sickly sweet smile at Matty as you take off your shirt and sink to your knees in front of him, watching his eyes widen as his breathing stutters at the sight of you. You looked like the vision Matty had of you in hundreds of wet dreams, with the same sweet smile and eager eyes. Already your lips were shining, your eyelashes brushing your cheek as you blinked up at Matty, growing more doe-eyed and eager the further down you sank onto the floor below you.

Delicate fabric slips through your fingers as you grab the hem of the skirt, passing it to Matty wordlessly. His shaking fingers brush yours as he grabs the skirt from you. He sucks in a sharp breath when his skin grazes yours, electricity passing through him at the contact.

“See isn't it so nice that I can have you whenever I want? Don’t need any extra layers getting in the way, baby. Hold that pretty skirt up for me, yeah? Want to you watch me the whole time.” Your hand grips the base of his dick, and you can already feel him hardening in your grasp. All the blood rushes from Matty’s head down just at the sight of you, so when your overheated skin finally touches his, he can't stop the shaky breaths and half-stuttered sentences that fall from his lips.

As your hand slides up his shaft, Matty gasps, fighting every urge to throw his head back at the bliss of your touch. But he keeps his eyes trained on you, and he's happy he did. Matty's jaw drops as he watches you stick your tongue out, gripping his dick and tapping his tip on your outstretched tongue. Even with the brisk touch, the feeling of your hot mouth on him forces a groan out of Matty's chest, staring down at you in awe.

He thinks he might die when a droplet of spit falls from the tip of your tongue and drops onto your bare chest, dripping off your tits and onto the rug below you.

“Fuck-” he whimpers, closing his eyes for a few seconds to try and commit the way you look to memory. But the loss of your hand around him and the feeling of your tongue moving away from him make his eyes rip open, staring down at you in frustration.

“Eyes. on. Me. Don't close them again.” You demand, once Matty gives you a half-hearted promise and a slack nod, you press a kiss to the tip, giggling lightly as beads of precum dribble out as soon as your lips leave him. A brief thought passes your mind that you should've put lipstick on before sinking to your knees, knowing Matty loves watching the ruby red ring move further and further down his cock, but you file it away as an idea for later.

Your cheeks hollow as you finally wrap your lips around him, staring slowly and just focusing your efforts on the head of his dick. Mouthing it and wrapping your tongue around his tip, teasing under the head with the end of your tongue. A rush of heat comes over Matty, and every nerve in his body is on fire, the feeling of your lips sucking around him was so pleasurable it teetered on the edge of pain, his whole body felt electrified. But still, Matty worships every move you make.

Every few minutes, you sink your mouth deeper onto him, taking more and more of him in your warm mouth. Your tongue traces the underside of his dick, licking along the vein that pulsates with every move you make. Each time your lips sink lower, Matty’s mumbling appreciation becomes more incoherent, and by the time he's fully sunk into your throat, he's stuttering half-words and fighting the urge to buck his hips forward.

A red flush covers his chest and cheeks, and a blissed-out look sits on his face, his half-hooded eyes hazy with lust. The air of the wardrobe is filled with his desperate moans and the wet sticky noises of your mouth. One of your hands sits around the base of his cock, working the part don't have in your mouth and meeting your lips with every pump. Spit strings between your hand and your lips, strands of salvia falling and decorating your bare chest. The other grips his hip hard, leaving crescent-moon-shaped marks on his delicate skin.

His pulse races beneath his skin as he watches your puffy spit-coated lips sink further and further down his cock. And Matty can't help but stare at you like you're a piece of fine art, studying every aspect of your looks. He fights to remember the way your cheeks look hollowed around him, the way your lips look coated in a mixture of saliva and his pre-cum. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head when you take him as deep as you can, feeling his dick twitch in your throat.

Your merciless rhythm and the look of bliss on your face have Matty inching closer and closer to the edge every second, your eyes trained on him, watching every reaction that comes across his face. You can tell he's getting close. The way his dick is twitching and leaking in your mouth tells you everything his mindless babbles can't.

You take your mouth off of Matty for a few seconds, using your hand to spread your spit all over his straining cock. Matty gazes down at you in wonder, his hands itching to drop the skirt gipped between his fingers and card them through your hair instead, gripping every hair and using it to buck into your mouth helplessly. But he stays motionless, anticipation bubbling inside him.

Your eyes meet his as you lean forward, pressing hot kisses up his shaft, using your tongue to tease the skin between your lips. Without warning, you sink your mouth around Matty, taking him as deep as you can, every inch of him filling your throat.

Matty feels your throat constricting around him, practically choking on his dick. Any chance he had of sticking to your rules was gone. His brain was melting out of his ears as your warm mouth surrounded him. Matty throws his head back carelessly, his curls falling behind him. As his neck stretches, you can see a display of old and new hickies blooming on his neck, watching as his Adam's apple bobs with each heavy swallow.

But, you can't let him get away that easy.

You rip your mouth off of Matty, wiping your lips with the back of your hand as he cries above you, wrenching his head to look down at you with tears brewing in his eyes. He looks so pretty you almost take him in your mouth again, and you have visions of him cumming over your face and tits, but you don't crumble. Instead, you stand up, grabbing one of his t-shirts from the closet and covering your spit-soaked chest.

“Wha- what are you doing” Matty whimpers, his own hand inching to his dick, desperate for some type of release. You harshly slap away his hand, ripping the skirt from his grip and letting it fall over his still throbbing dick.

You grip his painfully hard cock through the fabric, giving it a mean squeeze as you talk, ignoring his pained whimpers. “I said to keep your eyes on me, and you didn’t. If you can't listen, you don't get to cum.”

You start to walk out of the wardrobe, leaving Matty a breathless mess behind you. But you usher him along quickly, “Come on baby, m’ not done with you yet. The days just getting started.” Matty's feet start moving immediately at your words, trailing after you without a second thought.

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You act like your little scene in the wardrobe hadn't happened, leaving Matty to consider whether this morning was real or if it was just an especially realistic wet dream. The only thing keeping him rooted in reality was his slowly softening erection beneath his skirt.

In your effort to act casual, you ask Matty if he’ll make scrambled eggs for breakfast as you put the coffee on, an even trade of work. Matty's head is still hazy as he nods, moving across the kitchen in a daze, grabbing the pan and eggs.

He's been standing at the oven for about 3 minutes when he starts to feel you inching closer to him, but he writes it off as leftover desperation clouding his already foggy morning brain. Suddenly, your touch convinces him that maybe he is still in reality.

Your hand slides around Matty's chest, and you immediately feel him tense at your touch. A smirk covers your face as you move your hand lower and lower, scratching his skin through the loose knit of his jumper. Matty's hands freeze just as your hands sit right above where he needs them most, the eggs sizzle on the hob already slightly burning.

“Stay focused baby, don't wanna burn our breakfast, yeah?” You whisper, licking the outline of his ear before pressing featherlight kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. Matty clears his throat and tries to start moving the spatula again, but as soon as your hands slide lower once again, he stops.

However, this time, you don't. Your hand moves further down slowly, and you lightly palm him through his skirt, teasingly moaning in his ear at the contact. Matty throws his head back at the feeling of your hands on him. The fabric of his skirt grazing his skin was intoxicating. He could already feel the air around you both changing, filling with a heady mix of lust and desperation.

“Wow, what got you this needy already, sweetheart?” You tease, giggling when Matty gulps at your touch, already biting his lip to hold his moans. He wants to answer you, but it feels as if everything he's ever learnt has suddenly left his head, and all he can do is revere your touch. Each slide of your hands feels as if some holy being was surrounding him, pulling at his skin and whispering filthy things into his ear.

“You just focus on cooking our breakfast, baby. You’ll need lots of energy for today, yeah?” Matty’s slack nod gives you all the approval you need, finally sliding your hand under the waistband of his skirt and grabbing him, smirking as you feel his hardening cock in your grip.

His head sits against your shoulder as you start to pull at his dick. The slight tug of your too-dry skin was making Matty’s gut tighten. His lips were wet with his spit, his teeth desperately pulling at them. Already, his eyes were rolled into his skull at the feeling of you pressed against him. Your intoxicating aura made his head spin.

One of his hands slides to grip yours, and you welcome it happily, squeezing it lightly to try and bring Matty back to earth slightly, but he’s not sure he would feel steady until your hands were off him. He couldn't think of anything worse than losing your touch, so he stayed up in the clouds, gasping and writhing at your will. Each painfully slow tug of your hands was tortuous, Matty’s hips bucking after each pump of your fist.

Every breathy moan that fell from Matty's lips made your ego soar, power rattling through your veins at Matty becoming putty in your hands. Calculated twists and strokes were driving Matty insane, arching his back when you speed up ever so slightly.

Stars start to dance across his vision as he edges closer and closer, your fingers twisting and teasing him whilst your mouth assaults his neck. Despite your tortuous speed, Matty can feel himself on the brink of finishing, short gasps falling from his lips as pleasure starts to dance through him.

Before he can finally fall over the edge, a shrill ring bursts his ears, making Matty's eyes shoot open in shock. It's then he's met with a plume of smoke. Still, he stays frozen, your hands keeping him steady, but the loss of your touch finally allows him to come crashing back to earth and to look at the fire brewing below him.

“FUCK” he shouts, quickly turning off the heat and throwing the pan of now black eggs in the sink. Matty can't bring himself to care about the burnt breakfast or ruined pan, though. The only thing running through his mind is how fucking close he was, and how his orgasm had been cruelly ripped away from him for the second time this morning.

He turns around expecting you to be there with a pout, and perhaps a helping hand, not with the eggs, of course...

However, when he spins all he sees is your swinging hips and a flash of your red lacy panties as you stroll to the front room, a mug of coffee in one hand and some toast in the other. You at least have the good grace to shoot him a wink over your shoulder as you saunter away, and he swears he's so close he almost cums just from that.

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It’s hours before you properly touch Matty again, and he feels every fucking second of it. Sure there have been a few “innocent” brushes, maybe even a small peck, but nothing real has happened since this morning and it's driving Matty insane. He thought this whole “free use” thing would mean he’d be exhausted from fucking all day, not being edged twice and then ignored whilst you watch America’s next top model re-runs on TV.

The shrill laughter from the TV is drilling into Matty’s skull, and he's almost about to point blank ask you if you want to have sex when he feels your foot start to trail up his lap. You wwre sat next to him, facing the TV side on with your feet draped in his lap, a position you and Matty often sat in.

What wasn't normal is the teasing movements of your foot against his crotch or the steady pressure of you grinding it against his half-hard cock. A broken gasp is ripped from his chest after you press down just hard enough to make his chest heave, and you lose any resolve you had as soon as you hear it.

Silently, you climb across the sofa, sitting yourself in Matty’s lap and pressing your lips against his before his brain can even catch up. Your hands grip his curls cruelly, pulling at every hair and smirking at the needy noises he makes. You can already feel Matty hardening beneath you. At this point, even the smallest touch makes him painfully ready for you.

So you decide to have some mercy on him. Kind of.

“Pull up your skirt” you demand breathlessly, pulling away from Matty's lips for just a few seconds to bark orders at him before shoving your tongue in his mouth again, biting his bottom lip teasingly as you shift to the side so he can grip the fabric covering him.

He scrambles to follow your every word, breathlessly pulling at his skirt until his erection springs free. Precum was already dripping down his shaft, and you study the way blood rushes to his dick, watching the veins pulse faster as his heart begins to race under his skin. Even before Matty feels you around him he looks fucked out, a glazed-over look in his eyes and a slack jaw paired with wild curls standing up in every direction.

He watches your every move as you pull your panties to the side and move up his body, hovering over him for a few seconds just so he can feel the heat of your skin radiating onto him, dragging out his torture for as long as you can. Soon enough, you can't wait any longer and sink onto him with a shaky moan and a filthy smirk covering your face.

Matty watches in awe and can't help but start to think you're finally going to give him the thing he's been envisioning since this morning. Images of watching you bounce on his dick as his hands trace your skin, grabbing at your tits as he finishes inside you flash across his vision. He almost deludes himself that his delusions are truly coming to life, but when you stay motionless around him, he feels any hope he has started to melt away.

His hands move up to the hem of your shirt, pulling at it and trying to ease it off your body, but you push his hands away, shaking your head disapprovingly at him before gripping his hands in yours. At first, you push them back down to his side, but what fun is that? So you grab them once again, placing his open palms over your tits and laying your hands over his, squeezing so he can feel the weight of you in his hands. You leave your shirt on because you're pretty sure if Matty saw your bare chest right now, he would cum without a second thought, and that wasn't part of the plan.

Quickly your hands leave his, and Matty expects you to start bouncing on his dick, even if it was so slow he could barely feel it Matty would still watch as if you were an angel on earth. Seconds drag on as you stay motionless with him inside you. Eventually, one of your hands slides between your legs, moving your underwear to the side and gasping as your fingers brush your oversensitive clit.

Just as Matty hadn't cum that morning, neither had you, and that was certainly not the point of this little arrangement. He watches as your fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, collecting on your fingertips.

“You want a taste sweet boy, hmm?” Matty nods eagerly, sticking his tongue out of his mouth desperately. Wet fingers fill his mouth, and Matty can't stop his hips jumping at the taste of you on his tongue. He swears he could die between your legs with the sweet taste of you overtaking his senses. His tongue swirls around your fingers, drawing them deeper and deeper into his waiting mouth, chasing the taste of you.

You pull your finger from his mouth, dragging his lip down with your spit-soaked fingers and watching the trails of saliva spread over his face as his lip springs back into place. “Say thank you,” you demand as you bring your wet fingers back to your clit.

As soon as Matty whimpers a weak, “Thank you” you're rubbing your clit furiously, watching the way his eyes dart to every part of you, trying to study your every move. Even if Matty was just forced to the edge again, there's no way he's not filing this image away for later.

“Fuck, m’so close. You wanna see me cum, baby? Watch me cum on your cock?” you stare into Matty's eyes as your fingers speed up once again. You know this would feel better with Matty's familiar calloused fingertips, but you need to watch him suffer beneath you.

Every pained whine that falls from him only makes the rubber band inside you pull tighter. So when his head shakes, you have to hide your smirk, instead pouting your lips and tilting your head teasingly.

“No? Oh, I thought you loved watching me get off sweetheart,” you lean forward ever-so-slightly and Matty feels like he might die as he shifts inside you, especially now he can feel your fingers brushing against his cock with every desperate twist of them against your bundle of nerves.

“I do. But I wanna cum with you, please let me- fuck- let me cum with you, I've been so good.” puppy dog eyes and a pained look cover Matty’s face, and you almost want to crumble and feel him fill you with his cum. But the combination of his shaking bottom lip and the lust in his eyes keep you holding on

“Oh sweet boy, don't you get it? You're my toy, and toys don't cum, do they? You're here for me to get off, not the other way around. So just sit there and look all pretty for me.” you assuredly nod as you speak, smirking as you watch the tears building in Matty’s lashline. You knew if he really couldn't hold on, he'd use the safe word and you would immediately stop and do what he needed. So his silence told you everything you needed, he loved the torture just as much as you did.

“No no no. I've been- fuck- I've been so good. Never stopped looking at you. baby please-” Matty begs, but you cruelly shake your head as you throw it back, crying out as you fall off the edge, the rubber band inside you finally snapping.

Never-ending pleasure licks up your spine, only heightened by your boyfriend's pained whimpers from beneath you. The feeling of your walls pulsating around him is the perfect torture, just enough to get him so close to the edge he can touch it, but not enough to give him that final push. Leaving him in the painful purgatory he’s been stewing in all day.

“No. shit- please,” he cries. You watch mercilessly as the tears trickle down his cheeks, leaning forward teasingly and licking one off his face. The shift of him inside you makes you both gasp, one from overstimulation and the other from the pure agony of being left throbbing once again. Matty watches with shaky breaths as the now familiar smirk comes over your face as you pull away from him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling off with shaky legs.

You can still feel the aftershocks rattling through you as you sit beside Matty again, spreading your legs and letting him gawk at the wetness that sits between your thighs. You hide your smile when you see his eyes fall between your legs immediately, his hips jumping as soon as he stares at your cunt.

You know all Matty wants to do is flip up his skirt and jerk off until he's spilling cum across his thighs, but he doesn't. With a shaky breath, he moves the pile of fabric from around his hips and places it back over his straining cock that was still wet with the remnants of you, hissing as the once-soft skirt brushes his overly sensitive skin.

“Good boy,” you say softly, keeping your eyes trained on the TV, but you still don't miss the whimper that leaves Matty and the desperate look he shoots over at you.

The power of keeping him so close he could cry was making your whole body light up. If you hadn't cum from feeling him inside you, you're sure you could just from the way his lip wobbled as he shuffles into your side, keeping his hips far away from your body.

He wants nothing more than to hump your thigh needily and burrow his head into your neck, but he knows if he feels your soft skin brush his, he’ll cum. And today he is at your mercy, whatever that might mean.

It's starting to feel like he was 16 all over again and even a strong gust of wind would get him hard, but how was he meant to stay sane when you were prancing around in practically nothing for the whole day whilst teasing him mercilessly?

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The day continues to drag on, and still Matty follows you around like a puppy, begging for any attention you’ll give him. You don't give him much, of course, gripping him through his skirt every once in a while and suddenly grabbing his face and kissing him until you're dizzy from the lack of oxygen. But nothing tangible, nothing that makes that simmering fire in him finally dim.

When you finally see him start to accept his fate, you can begin to do exactly what this has been building up to all day, that evil plan that has been simmering in the back of your mind since Matty brought this whole free use idea up.

You knew you had some content to film, so what better time to do it than when your boyfriend is here and is so on edge even the brush of your fingers against his skin could make him cum?

“Come on, baby. I want to make you look even better for me, yeah? Do a little makeup for my sweet boy” You nod your head in the direction of your bedroom and start walking before Matty gets up, but you hear him scrambling behind you not even 3 seconds later, just as you knew he would.

Matty sits obediently at your vanity, keeping his hands in his lap as his eyes follow you around the room. He watches you gather your makeup but also sees you grabbing lingerie and your box of sex toys, and for some reason, he lets his hopes get higher once again.

Maybe you’d do his makeup and then finally make him cum, and maybe he'd even get to use toys on you, and watch you fall apart at his mercy. Part of him yearns for some amount of power after everything you've pulled today, but that part of him seemingly melts away when you come sauntering up and place yourself in his lap, facing him with a sickly sweet smile on your face.

Matty's hands instinctively fall to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt harshly and staring up at you like he’s looking at a painting at an art museum, studying you in awe. You don't remove his hands like you would have done earlier in the day. Instead, you let him pull up your shirt until he can finally feel your skin against his. He doesn't completely remove it, not wanting to push his luck, but even the feeling of your overheated body against his hands made his hips jump.

“Stay still baby, let me make you all pretty for me.” You press a kiss to Matty’s lips after you speak, lingering just long enough that you feel his tongue run along the seam of your lips. You can almost feel the tip of his tongue running alongside the inside of your mouth, chasing the taste of you. Yet, you pull away just before he can push it inside your mouth.

Spit strings between you as you pull back, and Matty whimpers at the sight of it, his hips stirring once again as you turn to grab your eyeshadow. You had a very specific look in mind, having seen the Love Me music video a few too many times on your late nights stalking him.

Powder spills out of the pallet as you swirl your brush in the electric blue shadow, gliding across his eyelids whilst shifting forward ever so slightly, making a groan rip from Matty’s chest and his eyes shoot open.

“Ah. stay still. You don't wanna make me mess up your makeup, do you, sweetheart?” You chastise Matty as you grind down on him slightly, watching with a smirk as his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. He nods wildly and shifts his hips one more time under the guise of “getting comfortable” before closing his eyes once again.

One of your hands cups his cheek as you work on his eyeshadow, and you can't help but giggle when he gulps at the contact. Every unnecessary shift of your hips was fucking tortuous, but you played it off and getting the right angle, needing to make him all pretty for you. You decide to forgo the blush today, the flush of arousal making Matty's cheeks the perfect shade of orgasm pink, or lack of orgasm pink you should say.

Mascara is swiped on his eyelashes, and you are about to start smudging on his lipstick when a gasp is ripped from your lips. Every second that passes, you can feel Matty growing harder beneath you, the flimsy fabric of his skirt not letting him keep many secrets. The growing pressure of him against you is becoming dizzying, and you can’t keep up the blissful ignorance act anymore.

You place the lipstick back on the desk and grip Matty's shoulders, using them as leverage to start grinding down on him. Any chance of going slow dies when you see the hazy look in Matty’s eyes, and your hips start moving at an unrelenting pace against him. Circling and pressing down cruelly, Matty’s hard cock hits that perfect spot with every buck you make. He fights to stay still below you, but he can't stop his hips from jumping at the contact.

“Does that feel good angel, tell me how good it feels, use your words, princess?” you demand. Matty cries out at the nickname, nodding desperately as you press down harder against him, the pressure driving him insane.

“Feels so good. Shit, love being your princess. Oh fuck-” Matty throws his head back as you rut your hips.

The air around you both feels thick with lust, both of you desperately sucking in oxygen as the feeling of pressing against each other was slowly becoming too much. Before it can feel too good, you stop, looking down at Matty with a heaving chest and watching his eyes flick from hope to pleading once again. You apologise wordlessly, pressing a peck to his lips and grabbing the lipstick beside you to start swiping it over his kiss-bitten bottom lip.

“You've been so good for me today, angel, following me around like a lost puppy, yeah?” Matty weakly whimpers in response, nodding his head as if his head isn't attached to his neck.

“So I'm gonna finally let you cum, does that sound good, princess?” Matty’s eyes shoot open at your words and you can't help but laugh at how much his face lights up, you can't wait to watch it crumble as you continue to speak.

“Just need to film something for my little fans first. If you sit in the corner and watch like a good boy I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” You can almost see his heartbreak behind his eyes, but at least he'll get to watch you, he thinks. Seeing your film is something that Matty will never get sick of, as someone who used to watch behind a screen, seeing it in real life does not compare to hearing it through shitty computer speakers.

You lead Matty over to the chair in the corner of your room, and it's only then he notices the ties sitting around the arms and legs of the chair. He briefly wonders when you had time to set this all up, but every thought leaves his mind as soon as he watches your nimble fingers start to tie the knots around his wrists.

Red nails catch the light with every twist of your digits, tying the knot with expertise, pulling away with a flourish when you're done. Hot breath comes across Matty’s face as you lean over him, keeping your lips just inches from his and leaning back when he tries to press forward.

His eyes trace your every feature as you stay in front of him. His nerves feel electrified just at the sight of you. Before he can get too comfortable with you near him, you saunter away, grabbing the lingerie off the bed and sneaking off to the ensuite, but you shoot him a wink before closing the door behind you at least.

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When you return, Matty feels his eyes bulge out of his head at the sight of you. Baby blue lingerie sits on your skin, delicate lace decorating every inch of you. Stirrups hold up your stockings, and Matty wants nothing more than to pull them with his teeth and watch them snap at your skin.

He watches you set up your camera first, and he knows you're bending over further than you have to for his benefit, but he doesn't complain. Instead, watching the lace stretch across your ass with a blissed-out look on his face. Soon, confusion is falling over his features when you pull out a second camera, but everything falls into place quickly.

“Gonna film you too, baby, just for my benefit, yeah? It'll be so nice to watch my pretty boy so needy for me,” Before he even thinks, Matty is nodding with a slack jaw, his eyes focused on your tits with a blank stare.

You pull up the skirt around his legs and place it delicately around him before kissing his cheek and pressing play on his camera, doing the same to yours and then moving to the bed, sitting on your knees in the centre.

Slowly your hands move from your side up to the clips connecting your panties to your stockings, and you hold eye contact with the camera as you start to pull your lace underwear down your legs, showing off your glistening cunt as you spread your legs and lie down.

A pink vibrator and dildo sit in the middle of the bed next to you, and Matty watches as you click the toy on, listening to the low hum and studying how you bring it to your body, running it up your thigh slowly with one hand and using the other hand to tease your breast under your lacy bra.

Matty watches the scene in front of him with his jaw dropped, his eyes dancing around your body in awe. He can't stay focused for more than a few seconds, darting from the vibrator between your legs back up to your hands groping your tits, watching as your eyes roll in the back of your head as you twist a nipple.

He strudies your hand, dropping from your chest to the dildo, trailing it up your legs and pressing it inside you with a sigh and a sickly sweet smile. He yearns to be the one touching you, to be the one fucking you, he wants to have his mouth on your skin. The heavy weight of the rope against his skin quickly reminds him who is in control here, and he watches you in front of him wordlessly.

He studies the way your slick starts dripping from your cunt, spreading your thighs and shining in a way that made him salivate. Matty can't keep himself quiet, whimpering and wining with every move you make. White knuckles grip the chair and Matty tries to fight his ties, but the heavy rope just cuts into his skin, no doubt leaving angry red marks in their wake.

Matty’s jumper was hanging off of one of his shoulders, showing the glow of his skin under the fabric. You know he wants nothing more than to rip it off and get his hands on you, but the heavy knots around his wrists keep him at your mercy. Every once in a while, your eyes shift over to him, unable to keep away from his writhing body and jumping hips.

The murmur of the vibrator against your clit was dizzying, every swirl of your wrist made goosebumps form under your skin. You could feel your pulse racing faster with each passing second, and a red flush growing up your chest, your cheeks already stained a pretty ruby-woo colour. Your jaw drops as you press the toy harder against you, speeding up the vibrations with a click of a button at the same time as you pump the toy inside you.

Valgluey you think you can hear Matty moaning from across the room, but you're too lost in pleasure to cast your eyes over to him, but his grunts and whimpers are enough to make the fire inside you burn brighter with every passing second.

Your hands work the dildo inside yourself at a merciless pace, the same way Matty would be fucking you if he could. You imagine him hovering over you as you fuck yourself, the way he would bury his face in your neck and the noises he would make fill your mind.

Matty squirms in his seat, his hips jumping whenever you make a particular needy sound. He has seen the scene in front of him a million times, the same floral bedsheets and writhing body.

But not being able to touch because you're behind a screen and because he’s tied up are two very different things. Being able to smell your perfume filling the room and watching as you fuck yourself with a toy is driving Matty insane. It was just so real in front of him, he wanted to touch you, feel you, consume you.

You look over at Matty one last time when you know you're about to come, and the image of him with mascara trailing down his cheek with smudged lipstick was just enough to push you off the edge, finally cumming with a shout.

Your legs shake as pleasure wrecks your nerves, skittering up your spine and making your head hazy. White stars dance across your vision as you keep the vibrator pressed against your clit, each vibration dragging on your orgasm. You felt yourself dripping onto the bed below, slick falling from your lips like the juice from a pefectly ripe peach.

After your aftershocks finally subside, and your soul finally re-enters your body, you pull the toy out from inside you and rise from the bed, clicking the camera off before slowly crossing the room to matty. Your jaw drops as you take in the image in front of you.

His wrists are red raw from pulling at the rope, indents of the knots pressed into his skin. The once delicately placed fabric of his skirt is a mess around him, shifting with every circle of his hips. But what really catches your attention is the streaks of cum covering his overheated skin, milky streams of his release dripping down his shaft.

“I promise I didn't touch, you just looked so fucking hot and I couldn't help it. M’so sorry. Don't be mad please- didn't even feel good, I swear.” you watch as more black tears fall from his eyes, blue eyeshadow smeared down his cheeks too.

“S’okay baby. I know you didn't touch, still tied up, aren't you? Let's get you free, yeah?” Your fingers start to untie the knots around Matty's wrists, rubbing the damaged skin as soon as he breaks free from the restraints. After he's free, you run to grab the camera that's been filming him, eager to see what he looked like the whole time.

Matty stays on his chair recovering as you sit back on the bed, one leg under the other as you watch the screen in front of you. The first few minutes are what you had been seeing the whole time, Matty's hip moving uncontrollably and tears brewing in his eyes. But just before you cum, you watch Matty crumble.

“Please- need to cum so bad. Fuck- it hurts please-” You hear his crackled voice come through the speakers, but clearly on the other side of the room the words lose all meaning once they hit your ears, your mind swimming in pleasure and unable to process anything.

Before he knows it Matty is crying out, spilling over his legs and painting the fabric of his skirt with ropes of white cum. The lack of contact made the orgasm painful, dragging on for what felt like hours but the pleasure was only a few seconds.

Tears stream down his cheeks, painting his face and jumper, his eyes glazed over as he watches you. You can tell he wants your hands on him, pulling at his dick and talking him through it. But he stares you across the room, and you see his eyes studying the way you finally pull the vibrator away from your skin and let your shaking legs steady.

You turn off the video and come over to Matty. His chest still heaves as he sits with his head thrown back. Wordlessly, you start sinking to your knees in front of him. Matty's head wrenches forward at the sight of you. You can see the nervousness in his eyes, and you place a hand on his thigh as you reassure him.

“No more, I promise. Just wanna make you feel good now, angel. will you let me?” You watch Matty gulp before nodding, his eyes widening as you start to place your mouth on him

You lap lightly as his dick, cleaning up the streams of his release from his skin. He's so oversensitive that it is not long before he’s gasping and gripping the arms of the chair. You see them itching to bury in your hair so you pull off him for a few seconds, leading his hands to grip your hair and hold your head. He only sinks one hand into your hair, the other grabs your hand and squeezes it.

After a few more laps of your tongue, he's cumming again, but this time only pleasure licks up his spine. His fingers tighten around your hand as he cums, and you don't stop the movements of your mouth smirking as you watch a blissed-out smile cover his cheeks. As soon as it becomes too much again, you pull away, climbing into his lap and peppering his face with kisses before planting your lips on his.

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Matty's hair drips as you both emerge from the shower, dressing in your pyjamas and swapping random kisses. As you rub moisturiser into the marks on Matty's wrist, you can't help but pout at the angry burns on his skin. Before long, Matty is kissing away the look on your face and assuring you he’s okay.

Warm duvets surround you both as you settle in bed, Matty’s body pressed against yours from behind, his lips kissing up the side of your neck until you're giggling against him.

“That was fun,” you say, giggling, leaning back into him behind you.

“Maybe for you,” Matty jokes, “na m’just joking, was nice. But next time, can you be the one being used? Not sure I can go another day like that.” Matty smiles when he feels you nod against him, already letting sleep drag you under.

#ace you’ve done it again #👏👏👏#this was quite possible the best thing i’ve ever read in my entire life #holy shit this is so hot

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girlie asking matty if she can wash his car. and matty being the boy and man he is says yes👀

oh he would absolutely lose his mindddddd. i think you’d do it as a surprise, wanting to catch him off guard. maybe he’d sleep in a little later than normal and you would sneak outside wearing nothing but a red bikini and one of his white tshirts thrown over top of it.

it wouldn’t take long for matty to come outside looking for you, having already called out your name throughout the house a few times and getting no answer. he would walk outside with furrowed brows, ones that would only deepen when he hears the sound of the water hose turned on. “baby? what are you-“ matty’s question would die in his throat as he turned the corner and was immediately met with the sight of you leaned over the hood of his car, sponge in hand as you wipe down the soap and water across his car. matty would gulp, eyes glued to the sight. you’d already be smirking before standing up, looking over your shoulder and shooting your boyfriend an innocent smile. “good morning, sleepy head.” matty would take the last few steps to stand directly behind you, eyeing you up and down, his voice deep and gravely. “good morning, darling. what’s all this about?” and you’d smile, turning your head back straight and leaning over to continue your work of wiping down his hood. “just trying to be nice. your car is all dirty.” you emphasize the word, mattys hands immediately find your hips, pressing his already half hard bulge into your ass. you bite your lip at the feeling, the bikini bottoms the only thing stopping him from grinding against your already throbbing core. matty’s fingers dig into your hip, “almost as dirty as you.” taking one hand off your hips in favor of leaning over your body, his chest pressed into your back as his arm comes out to lay a hand over yours on the sponge. his strong arms directing your joined hands on the sponge over to the side a little. “missed a spot, love.”

you clench around nothing, core throbbing and heat swirling in your stomach at the feeling of matty’s body covering your own, pushing you down further on the hood of his car. your nipples poked through the thin material of your bikini top and matty’s shirt, brushing against the cold water that ran against the hood. the feeling was mind numbing. matty squeezes your hand over the sponge, a stream of soap seeping from the object and running down your arm. matty takes his other hand off of your hip so he can push your hair to the side, giving him the freedom to kiss up the back of your neck, grinding his hips into your backside slightly as he pulls your ear lobe between his teeth. “i feel like i’m still asleep, you’re a fucking wet dream right now, fuck me.” you whine at his words, shifting against the hood and trying to grind your hips back against him but the angle made it quite difficult. “matty, please.”

matty would smirk against your neck, trailing a hand down under your his shirt and toying with the little bow that tied your red bikini bottoms together. “what, baby? you want me to fuck you?” his voice condescending and teasing. “right here outside in front of the whole neighborhood?” you whine, nodding against the hood, the water and soap mixing into your hair. “such a dirty fucking girl, of course you do. want everyone to see how i slut you out?” his fingers slipping through the bow that ties your bottoms together and loosening the strings. “please.” you beg, moaning at the feeling of your bikini bottoms falling down your thighs. “think you deserve it?” you nod, clenching your thighs together as matty’s hand runs along the expanse of your cool skin. “yeah? prove it.” and then he’s completely off of you, it felt as though the water hose had been placed right above your head as the sudden coldness that overtook your body at the loss of his.

you look at him over your shoulder, mouth dropped open slightly as you fought to catch your breath, matty palms himself through his sweatpants unashamed at the sight. “come on, then. don’t act dumb, baby, i haven’t even got my cock out yet and you’re already fucked stupid.” matty chuckles, dark and desire filled, his eyes matching. “prove to me that you deserve it. finish cleaning my car and if you do it well enough, i might let you have me.” you whine, core throbbing, hand immediately starting to swipe the sponge across the hood again, desperate to prove it to him. “don’t miss any spots though or i’ll leave you out here to dry.”

your stomach twists at the thought, frantically cleaning the hood of his car in desperation to get what you want. matty watches you with dark eyes clouded with lust, catching sight of your core peeking out at him every so often when your his shirt rides up every so often when you stretch over the hood to clean a new area.

matty doesn’t last too long, he’s surprised he made it as long as he did, the sight of you all wet and cleaning his car is something pulled straight out of a wet dream. one last look of the soap from the sponge trickling down your arm and his arms are back on you, grabbing your hips and flipping your around, slamming you down on the hood. “cant fucking take it anymore.” matty mumbles through gritted teeth, tugging the band of his sweatpants down far enough to pull his hard length out. “need to fuck you, need to fuck the shit out of my little slut.” wrapping your legs around his waist and sliding home so fast that you’re gasping for air, eyes rolling back into your head as matty starts fucking into you with fever. “matty, fuck.” you whine, reaching out to grab onto his arm for support. “oh my god.” you whine, manicured nails digging into his tattoos as he fucks you within an inch of your life, your body sliding against the wet, soapy hood with every powerful thrust he pounds you with. “fuck, matty.”

“gotta be quiet, baby girl, the whole neighborhood is gonna hear you and those sweet fucking sounds are only for me to hear.” matty’s voice is deep, gravely, spoken through a groan as he fucks into you impossibly harder than before, hips snapping into you so intensely that you knew you’d be sore tomorrow. “i can see my neighbor across the street is outside, bet he’d love to come get a look at you, he’d kill to have a chance with a pretty, young girl like you.” you whine at the reminder that the two of you were outside, out in the open, anyone could see. granted his car was parked to where the hood of his car was facing the house, no one would be able to see you without walking into his yard. but they could hear you. they could see matty standing in front of his car. and that was enough to have you clenching around him and digging your nails into his skin, most likely breaking the skin there as matty stands up straighter, the new angle had him fucking into you even deeper than before, feeling as though he was splitting you open. “oh, fuck, matty.”

matty’s smile is wicked and dark, reaching down to wrap a soapy hand around your throat. “you want him to hear you, baby? want him to know how good i’m fucking you? how well you take my cock?” you groan, eyes rolling back as his fingers tighten around your throat. matty winks, releasing your throat in favor of covering your mouth with the palm of his hand as his other lifts up to wave across the street. you clench are the sight, already moaning against his hand in anticipation of what you knew was coming. “good morning, bill.”

bill was nice enough, a few years older than matty, you’d spoken to him a few times. just quick conversation when you’re leaving your car and walking into matty’s house, giving him a small wave and asking how he was doing today. you clench, eyes rolling back, at the thought of what bill would think if he could see you now - all laid out on the hood of matty’s expensive car, wet and soapy and slutty as your boyfriend fucks you on it.

you can’t hear their conversation, too fucked out to focus on what they were saying, just able to know that he was still talking to the man while fucking into you with a pace that had you biting the palm of his hand, whining when matty replaces it by shoving two fingers in your mouth instead, keeping his face steady and neutral as he talks to the neighbor - as if you weren’t writhing underneath him, clenching around him, sucking on his fingers. it made you dizzy.

you reach down to pull your his shirt up your body, pulling your red bikini top down next to expose your tits, desperately squeezing them to relieve some of the pressure. matty reaches down blindly, two of his fingers immediately finding your swollen bundle of nerves and swirling around it in a pace that matched the one he was fucking you with, you bite down on his fingers at the pleasure that bloomed through you.

“alright, have a good day!” matty smiles, waving one last time at bill and then matty was crowding your space, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth as his fingers fly across your clit. the new angle gave him the the leverage to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. his teeth grazing against your nipple before he’s pulling off of it in favor of licking a stripe between your boobs, up the middle of your throat and ending the journey by crashing his mouth against your own. “dirty fucking girl, clenching around me and begging me to fuck you while i’m talking to my neighbor. my little cockslut, always so desperate for me, you’d take me anywhere. just happy as long as you’re stuffed full of me, isn’t that right princess?” you whine, desperate and pleading, nodding as you roll your nipple between two of your fingers. matty groans at the sight, reaching out blindly to grab at the forgotten sponge, holding the sponge up above your chest with a wicked smile before squeezing the soap out to drip down all over your bare chest. you moan at the contact of the cool soap hitting your body, spreading out across your body, covering your breasts and collecting down in the dip of your stomach. “fuck me, you’re so fucking hot.” matty groans, hips snapping into your own with fever now, swirling his fingers in small figure eights over your clit. “and so fucking tight, fuck. i don’t know how you’re still so tight even after all this time, princess, thought this pussy would be used to me by now.” you whine, clenching and causing matty to hiss at the feeling. “fuck, i’m so close. you close, baby? yeah? you wanna cum, baby girl? wanna cum on my cock?” a broken whine rips from your throat, heat swirling in your stomach and traveling down your thighs and spreading throughout your entire body. “please, please, daddy. fuck. i need it.”

“oh, fuck me.” matty groans, doubling his efforts on you. hips snapping into your own, fingers flying over your clit, as his hand wraps around your throat once more. “cum for me, princess. let the whole fucking neighborhood hear how good daddy fucks you.” and you’re falling apart immediately, moan after whine falling from your lips unashamed as your body shakes against the hood of his car as matty fucks you through your high, chasing his own. “good girl. good fucking girl.” matty coos. “that’s it, let them fucking hear you, want them to hear how fucked out you are from my cock.” you moan, nails digging into the skin of his arm as he chases his high, a groan pulled from his toes. “fuck, princess. i’m gonna-“ and then he’s spilling inside of you, a broken whine ripped from his throat as you clench around him to milk him of every drop. “fucking hell.”

eventually, matty pulls out of you, both of you winced at the feeling. and when matty’s cum starts to drip out of you and onto the hood of his car, he tosses the forgotten sponge over to you, winking. “missed a spot, love.”

#IM FUCKING FERAL

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only angel

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: the ppl voted and my blog is a democracy. i’ve written a couple blurbs abt this but here is the full fic :) i love this freak nasty man so here u guys go. (also, don’t like it? don’t read it! ;)) abt 3.6k words. also ty to my friends molly, olive, and josie for helping me out w bits and pieces of this. ily guys @think0fmehigh @automaticllamacycle @ilwysleep

warnings: smut 18 +, breeding kink, cum play, degradation, praise, size kink, corruption kink, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), fingering, a lil oral (fem receiving), light choking, light spanking (once across the face, completely consensual), masturbation w toy (f!), mean dom!matty, use of Bunny, maybe petplay if u squint, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, lots more this is filthy etc..

You felt restless. Matty was at work, and you were home clenching your thighs together. You didn't have a class today, and so that meant no distractions either. You were ovulating, and your body was making sure you knew that fact.

Matty had left you aching this morning. Riling you up on purpose. Lingering touches on your thighs, caressing your bare skin. He didn’t listen to your whines or pleas, condescendingly reminding you that he has ‘important work to do, more important than getting you off.’ So, you lay in bed tossing and turning. Waiting for Matty’s return, however pathetic that sounds.

And time seemed to drag, nothing working as an efficient distraction. Every time you turned in bed, you swore you could smell Matty's scent each time. You couldn't find a comfortable position, and you were seriously contemplating going back to sleep. There was no reason for you to be awake anyway. Not when you had to just wallow here.

You would touch yourself. Slip your hand down under the waistband of your panties, rubbing your clit until you cum over your own fingers. But, you did make a promise. A promise to Matty this morning that you would be a good girl and wait for him to get home from work. That if you did wait, he would reward you.

You were on the brink of insanity, to disobey him or not? You didn't think you could, so you let your eyes flutter shut. Falling back into a state of light sleep, the white noise of the fan lulling you into a dream that you weren't going to remember when you woke up.

...

You woke up the same way you went to sleep, a dull ache between your legs. Grinding your teeth together, you threw the covers off your hot body and made your way to the bathroom. You were happy your boyfriend had a master bedroom with an attached bathroom, it made everything easier. You reached for your toothbrush, catching your reflection in the mirror. And, maybe you did look a little desperate. But who could blame you? It was really Matty's fault.

After you brushed your teeth, you decided you would take a cold shower. If nothing could snap you out of the state you were in, surely this would. You reached in, turning the handle to the coolest setting. Grabbing two towels and hanging them over the glass, stepping into the shower.

Even being in the ice cold shower for at least 20 minutes was no help. Images of you and Matty in the shower together came flooding back, only making you clench your thighs together more. How he would squeeze your hips if he was here, pressing you up against the glass and moving to get between your legs.

You shook your head as if trying to rid yourself of the thoughts. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped one of the towels around your body. Opening the door to the bedroom, you walked to Matty's dresser and took one of his old band tees out. You threw it on after drying yourself off, along with a pair of simple white panties that had a small bow on the front. The pair you had worn when you first met him, you smiled at the thought.

After that, you crawled back into bed. You really had nothing to do. No work to catch up on, no shows to watch, and nothing to focus on. Your attention still lingering on the way your cunt throbbed under the fabric of your panties. You tried to remind yourself, listen to your promise.

But weren't promises made to be broken, anyway? You reasoned with yourself. You knew Matty. You knew that even his punishments could be taken as rewards. You knew that he could never do anything too bad to you. So, break the rules you did.

You tried to lose yourself in the pleasure, fingers working yourself as you shut your eyes tightly. But they didn't hit the same spots that Matty's did. And they never felt the same. Then, you remembered. You remembered the toy Matty had bought you so you could use it together. The one he kept in a shoebox in his closet, along with the other toys you two would frequently use.

You got up from the bed, searching for the black box on the floor of Matty's closet. Finding it almost immediately, taking the lid off and searching for the toy. A dildo that was almost as big as him, the next best thing if he wasn't there for you. Not that it felt nearly as good, but it sufficed when you were desperate like this.

Walking the familiar journey, you lied back down on the bed. The cold sheets making goosebumps raise on your arms. Matty's scent completely enveloped you now that you had his shirt on. You ran your hands over your own body teasingly. You knew you didn't have to do much to prep yourself, you've been ready all day.

You let your fingers slide under the band of your panties, tracing your slit. You were already so wet, moaning quietly as your finger bumped your clit. You moved the fabric to the side, beginning to get impatient with yourself. Your fingers swirled around your entrance, collecting the slick that was dripping from you and bringing it up to your clit.

You rubbed circles on your bundle of nerves, resisting bucking your hips into your own hand. You took the toy, bringing it down to your hole. The tip of the dildo prodding at your entrance, you pushed it inside of you slowly. Moaning out, one of your hands slid under your (Matty’s) shirt to tweak at your nipple. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Pushing the toy fully inside of yourself, you brought your pointer finger to rub lightly at your clit. You could feel yourself clenching around it, brining your hand back to the base so you could move it in and out of you slowly. You breathing picked up, chest heaving as you allowed yourself to give in to pleasure.

That was your first mistake, you guessed. Or maybe that was not checking the time when you woke up. As you didn’t hear Matty’s car pull up in the driveway. Nor did you hear the front door close, or his footsteps as he made his way up the stairs. You didn’t hear the creek of the door, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back in pleasure. But, you did hear the clicking of someone’s tongue. You gasped, hand coming to splay out over your chest. Eyes opening wide, head shooting up to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

Your body was warm all over. The fact that you had gotten caught, but also breaking his rules? You felt shame creep up your neck. The toy was still inside of you fully, cunt dripping wet as you looked at the smirk on Matty’s face. He walked over towards the bed, shaking his head the whole time.

“What’s this, princess? Didn’t listen to your Doctor’s orders?” He mused, knee leaning on the bed as he rubbed your bare thigh with one hand. He trailed one finger from your leg, scratching his fingernail over your abdomen as he brought it down to your other thigh. You twitched slightly and he chuckled.

You whined as Matty practically drank you in with his eyes. His hand coming up to bunch his old band tee between his fist. “N-no, m’sorry, Doctor. But you left me. You left me, and I’ve been so needy all day.” You felt childish, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The faux pout you received back from Matty only made more arousal pour out of you.

Matty ignored your words, gazing at you like a predator. “Use this often when I’m gone, baby?” He pointed at the you, gesturing as if he was disgusted at the thought of you using it alone. “Only cock you should be taking is mine.” His tone was full of condescension and it made you dizzy. You clenched involuntarily. His eyes followed the movement, looking between your legs.

“Please, Doctor. I’m sorry. I want you so bad.” You begged for him, lashes fluttering as you looked up and tears filled your lash line. “Need you inside of me, it’s not the same. Want you to fill me up.” And maybe you were laying it on thick, but it was all the truth. You’ve been so needy for him all day.

“S’a shame, bunny.” He laughs at your reaction to the word, rolling your hips into the air. “You couldn’t listen to me. Think you deserve to get fucked with a real cock? That’s only for good girls, not whores like you.” He traced the outline of your panties that were pulled aside, lingering for a moment. Tapping the base of the dildo inside of you, he stretched the band of your elastic and let it snap back against your skin.

You groaned, feet planted on the bed as you raised your hips up. He circled your clit, pinching it lightly and watching the shock run throughout your body. “I- I am good, Matty. Please, I wasn’t gonna cum without you.” You whimper as Matty slaps the toy again, then grabbing the base and beginning to move it in and out of you.

Matty scoffs at your words. “You weren’t going to, or you just couldn’t?” He says with a definite tone, pulling the dildo fully out of you. He ran the silicone toy through your slick, then tapped it on your clit three times. You dig your nails into the sheets, trying to not move. “Wanna see you stuff yourself with it, since y’were so eager.” Matty takes his hands off your body completely, moving to the tent in his pants.

You could see that he was straining against his work pants, cock begging to be released from the confines of the fabric. You could imagine how it looked, all flushed and pretty, leaking precum for you. Matty palmed himself over the material, letting his hips buck up. He squeezed his very visible length. You swore your mouth watered.

Your hand went to the toy, body begging for some type of friction. You fucked yourself with it, getting lost in the way Matty looked as he rubbed himself over his pants. It felt good, but it wasn’t him. You would never be able to cum like this. “Doctor Healy, please. I need you so bad, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this. Nothing else.” You pleaded with him, hoping he’d show some mercy. Maybe you were wrong earlier, maybe Matty could stand to punish you.

As if he read your mind, Matty just smirked at you. He was almost breathless as he shook his head. “You couldn’t be a good girl, my good girl, and wait. Now you have to be satisfied with a plastic dick, princess.” His grin made you infuriated, skin heating up. You moved your hand between your legs faster, closing your eyes. You felt a slap on your thigh, your skin stinging from the impact. Your eyes snapped open. “Look at me. You were thinking of me, right? Well, now I’m in front of you. Don’t be selfish, bunny.” He spit his words at you meanly, the smirk on his face making you lightheaded.

You thought you could cry. You kept a steady rhythm, but you just couldn’t hit the right spots. “Please, Doctor. Need your help, can’t do it by myself. Don’t wanna think.” You jutted your bottom lip out, hand slowing down as Matty sat up straighter. He stopped palming himself, leaning closer to you. His hands trailed up your thighs, meeting between them where your hands were.

He took over, how moving the toy inside of you with more fervor than before. His other hand came to swipe at your clit, the position had you moaning gutturally. The lewd noises that emitted as he fucked you were enough to make you embarrassed. Of course, Matty had something to say. “Little slut can’t even touch herself properly? Guess I’ll have to teach her.” He moved the dildo at a particular angle that had you screaming out.

“Oh my God, Matty! Right there- Please, I’m gonna cum.” You barely got through your sentence before three of Matty’s fingers were on your clit. They rubbed the nerves harshly, determined to get you to your climax. Your whole body shuddered as you came, slurring out a mix of his honorific and his name. Falling from your lips like a prayer. Matty fucked you through your orgasm with the toy, pulling it out of you when he saw you had come down from you high. You felt Matty’s tongue come to lap at your clit, flattening it against your juices. Your hands immediately came to tug at his hair from overstimulation.

He leaned up, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. His hands were on either side of your jaw as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. He swallowed your moans, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Don’t we taste good together, princess?” You nodded obediently at him, and you saw the glimmer of mischief in his eye. “Wanna taste yourself again?” He asked nonchalantly, bringing the dildo that had just been inside of you to your lips. You opened your mouth eagerly. Lips wide and tongue flat, Matty shoved the toy inside your mouth. You moaned around the object, the taste of your own juices coating on your tongue. You opened your mouth and swirled your tongue along the tip for show, watching as Matty’s eyes darkened and jaw clenched. “Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” He pushed the toy aside, shoving your jaw away.

His hand wrapped lightly around your throat, and he brought three fingers down to your entrance. You were already so fucked out, and you knew he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Matty’s moved his hand and pushed your (his) shirt up over your chest. He pinched and played with your exposed nipples, sucking on them until they were completely hard. He blew on your sensitive buds, reveling in the way you squirmed from the cold air.

He pushed two fingers into your cunt easily, already being so wet and open for him. You gasped, clenching your thighs as me moved his digits rapidly. “Tight little cunt, even after I stretched you out like that. Practically fucked you open.” He shook his head, spitting on your pussy. “Can’t wait to fuck you dumb, princess.” He added another finger, stretching you out even more. “Perfect little cock sleeve for me. M’glad you know your place.” Matty spoke blissfully, almost more lost in it than you.

“P-please, Doctor. Need you inside of me. Want you to fuck me and fill me up.” You babbled and nodded your head, trying to chase another high as Matty’s fingers never ceased their relentless pace. You didn’t even realize what you said, but you realized how he slightly faltered. Rhythm stopping for a beat, breath hitching. His hand moved to your stomach, pressing down.

“Yeah, princess? Want me to put a baby in there? You want everyone to know you belong to me, that your doctor got you pregnant?” He snickered, removing his hand from your pussy. He took his fingers up to his mouth, sucking off any remnants of you.

Matty stood up to unzip his pants, finally feeling relief on his hard cock. He unbuttoned his top, shrugging it off to the floor. You got lost in his tattoos, how his muscular arms bulged every time he moved. You knew your mouth was agape, and you were just feeding his ego even more. But how could you not? Especially when he steps out of his pants, pulling his briefs down. His hard cock almost slapped against his abdomen, the tip an angry red color. He was leaking pre cum, and he stroked himself twice as he squeezed his length in his fist. “Open your legs for me.”

You put your legs up on the bed, opening them as wide as your body allowed. Your panties that had been pulled to the side were now fully discarded of, as he roughly pulled them off your body. Muttering something of how he ‘wasn’t gonna let anything get in the way.’ He lined himself up with your entrance, but didn’t push himself inside of you. You took that as your window to beg for him.

“Doctor- Matty, please. I need you inside of me so bad. Just wanna feel your cock inside my cunt, it’s all I need. Wanna feel you cum inside of me.” You whined out, your rambling coming to an end as he pushed inside of you without warning. Matty made you take him to the hilt, burying himself inside of your warm cunt. Your slick pouring out around him.

Matty pounded into you, hand finding home on your neck again. His hips slapped against yours, combining with your wetness and filling the room with filthy sounds. Both you and Matty’s moans filling the empty spaces. “Cunts clinging to me, just sucking me right in. Can tell she wants me to cum inside of her.” Matty stopped his rhythm for a moment just to slap your clit. “Tell me ‘thank you’.” He said smugly.

The way he talked about your pussy made you clench around him in embarrassment, face heating up. He tightened his grip on your throat, squeezing the sides. You felt dizzy in the best way possible.

“W-why should I? You haven’t even finished with me yet.” Your smirk and bratty attitude didn’t last for long, he lightly slapped you across the face. Just enough for it to sting. Your body felt like it was buzzing, and your hole clenched around him.

“Messy girl.” He tsked, hips stuttering. He pulled his cock out of you. Making you whine in protest. “Shouldn’t even fill you up, bad girls don’t deserve my cum.” You know he’s bluffing, but your eyes go wide in fear. He wouldn’t leave you high and dry.

“N-no! Matty, m’sorry. Please, Doctor. You know I need it.” You folded immediately. Your body was restless from the lack of contact know, the only thigh touching you were his hands ghosting up your sides.

He ignored your pleas. "You know, bunny," You moan out as Matty speaks, running the tip of his cock through your soaking folds, pulling back when you try to arch into him. "Best time to try and knock you up is right now, when you're ovulating." Whines fall from your lips helplessly, pleasure being robbed from you as he keeps pulling away from your cunt. Of course he remembers the cycles of your body. "Gotta make sure it takes. Can't have you wasting my cum, right?" He chuckles at your reaction, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he brings his cock to your entrance again.

You feel full again as he presses into you, and your body felt like it was on fire. You nodded along to everything he said, easily obeying him. You needed to cum, and you needed his cum, too. “God, Matty. I’m close, please.”

“Hold it.” He replies, rubbing hard and firm circles on your button. “Tight hole is creaming around me. Little bunny, should get you a collar. Tie you down and keep this pussy stuffed full all day.” You groaned out, no longer being able to string a coherent sentence together. All you could do was shake your head. Matty chuckled. “Yeah, bunny? Like that idea? Maybe we should get you a tail, too.” Your senses were on overdrive. Matty really was fucking you dumb. And he almost seemed pussy drunk himself.

“Come on, princess. Cum around my cock, let me feel you.” He spit on his fingers, bringing them down to your clit, letting it drip down to where you two were connected. It sent you over the edge, coming for the second time that night. Your eyes rolled back in your head, throat already sore from how you were screaming his name and title. You felt Matty’s dick twitch inside of you, his steady pace faltering.

“Fuck- gonna fill this cunt up.” He groaned out in a raspy voice, and you felt the warm liquid painting your insides as his chest heaved. You moaned at the feeling, loving how he felt inside of you. You could see beads of sweat on Matty’s forehead when you opened your eyes, and a blissful smile crossed your face. You moved the hair from his forehead, and he smiled back at you.

When Matty pulled out, you winced from the empty feeling. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, reaching up by your head to grab a pillow from the top of the bed. He positioned it under your hips, scooping up the cum that had already dripped out and pushing it back inside of you. He bumped your clit as he did so, enjoying the way you jolted. He let his fingers slip inside of you again, hooking them as he found that spot that made you go crazy. You felt tears prick your eyes. Matty poured in faux sympathy. “Oh- I know, baby. I know. S’that my spot? Just know this little cunt too well.” He curled his fingers inside of you again, leaving them now to act as a sort of plug. You giggled, slapping his shoulder. “Matty!”

“What? M’gonna make sure you get pregnant.” You could barely see the brown in his eyes, pupils completely blown out. He smiled, leaning in to kiss the top of your forehead. “Wanna see you all round and full of me. Even if that means fucking you every day this week, and again tonight.” And from his tone of voice alone, you knew Matty was deadly serious.

#WOWWWWW #whoever brought up the ‘bunny’ idea #you deserve the world

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