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ughgoaway · 23 days

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like your playboy bunny

a/n; this is bad. like criminally so... but I'm 3k + in, so you're getting it anyway, sorry!!!

Content warnings; kissing, unprotected sex, riding, semi-public sex, degradation, use of “bunny”, d-word, cum-play, breeding, rough sex, mirror sex, overstimulation, cursing, oral sex (f receiving) and just two horny mother fuckers <3

word count; 3.3k ish

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The final whining note of “people” is ringing in your ears, the green and yellow lights dancing across your face. And your eyes stay trained on him, watching Matty take his final bows on b-stage, playing up for the crowd with every second he has left on stage. Eventually, he unseriously flops in the hole in the middle of the stage, despite you telling him a thousand times over to try and be more careful with himself.

Soon enough, he's near your side. His skin was glowing with a thin layer of sweat, and his black vest stuck to his body in a way that was making your head spin. Silently, you grab his hand as soon as he's within your reach, pulling him towards you and pressing your lips against his harshly. If Matty is shocked, he doesn't show it. Immediately sinking into your embrace and pushing his tongue in your mouth, humming happily when you start grasping at his curls and pulling.

A few wolf whistles from the crew later, and you finally wrenched yourself away from Matty, but his hand slides down to your ass and grips it firmly as his eyes trace your face. His chest heaved as his eyes danced around from feature to feature. Your darkened eyes and kiss-bitten lips were pulling his attention the most, and he's sure his looked the exact same. His lips were perhaps a little pinker with the stain of the malbec he'd been nursing all night.

You don't let him breathe another second before you drag him away to the green room, knowing everyone else would have cleared out already and be on their way to the hotel, desperate for a night away from the tour bus. But you cant be expected to wait to get back to the hotel before Matty could sink himself inside you, it was a fucking impossible expectation when he looked like that all night.

The door has just clicked shut behind you when Matty starts crowding you against it, cupping your head gently as he presses his desperate lips on yours. The kiss is all tongues and teeth, deliciously filthy and sticky, just the way you'd been envisioning it all night.

Needy hands are touching every inch of skin on the both of you, Matty’s hands groping your ass as yours scratch at his chest, trying to rip that vest off him so you could get a proper view of the tattoo you'd seen 1000 times before, but the way it was teasingly poking out the top of his vest all night was fucking torturous. His hands slide to your chest, grabbing handfuls of your tits and groaning appreciatively at the feeling of your hot skin against his.

The need for oxygen gets the better of you, but you also cant fuck against the door with Matty's bad knee, something you make fun of him for endlessly. So you both start wordlessly moving to the sofa in the middle of the room. You managed to rip your hands away from Matty for just a few seconds to drag your panties down your legs, smirking at Matty as you throw them aimlessly, pushing him down on the couch below you and havering over him powerfully.

You briefly think about sinking to your knees in front of him, letting him fuck your throat until he's filling your mouth with his release and throwing his head back, showing off his neck and making it beg to be covered in love bites. But you can’t go one more second without him inside you, and judging by how rushed Matty's hands are as he undoes his belt, he feels the same way.

Hungry eyes watch as Matty pulls his dick out of his trousers, his hand already pulling at his cock and hissing from the dry tug of his skin. You clamber onto his lap as quickly as your legs let you, sinking onto Matty with a sigh, throwing your head back and smiling at the ceiling. Matty's hands are on the hem of your shirt before you know it, pulling it over your head and gripping your bare tits with both his hands, calloused thumbs teasingly running over your nipples.

“Fuck, so pretty when you're wrapped around me, sweetheart. You gonna bounce on my dick? Yeah? Be a good bunny for me, ride daddy's cock.” you cant help but mewl at the nickname, a shiver coming up your spine at his words mixed with the roughness of his voice. It's then you realise thats the first thing hes said since getting off stage, every other second had been filled with desperate breaths and unspoken agreements.

Matty feels you tighten around him at the use of the nickname, smirking as you start slowly rising up and down on his cock, “you like that, baby? Being my little bunny?” you nod your head dumbly, already feeling your brain leaking out of your ears at the feeling of him pulsating inside of you, hitting that spot that no-one else can ever reach, not even you when you're alone.

“Give me a little show then, let me see my bunny bounce for me,” Matty sighs and leans back against the cushions behind him, groping your tits and watching you bounce on his dick. Every circle of your hips was making your mind foggy. Pink flush is growing over your skin, decorating your cheeks and chest, and your pulse is thrumming beneath your skin, becoming faster with every rise and fall.

But the burning in your thighs is undeniable, after standing for the whole show your legs were already weak, and Matty can see you shaking each time you fuck yourself on him. The determination in your eyes was clear, but so were your weakening muscles and the tears forming in your eyes. You also weren't moving fast enough of Matty, and he was having to fight the urge to jackhammer his hips into you, so he asked the question he could see you needed him to.

“Oh is my little bunny too tired, cant even fuck herself on daddy's cock, huh? Want me to use you like my cocksleeve baby, yeah? let daddy take over, angel.” A slack nod and a whimpered “yes” from you is all Matty needs to scoop you up bring you across the room and drop you on the makeup table that sits in the corner.

You think hes going to fuck you sitting down, but you know that won't satiate the growing fire in your abdomen. So you slide off the table and flip around, bending down and holding eye contact with Matty in the mirror in front of you as you do.

You watch his eye flick from your face in the reflection to your holes on show in front of him, and you know you've got him when his hands start sliding over the skin of your ass. Soon, hes moving down to pull the lips of your cunt apart, bending down to blow a cruel cold puff of air against your sticky skin.

“Fuck-” you whine, dropping your head against the hard oak of the table as Matty continues to study you. You fight the urge to close your legs, feeling vulnerable with his eyes trained on you, but you know he's seen you naked a thousand times before and in much more vulnerable positions than this.

“What was that? Gotta speak up for me, princess, let daddy know what my pretty bunny wants.” The nickname makes you tighten around nothing, and matty can't stop his finger from tracing your hole at the sight of you clenching.

The air is thick with an intoxicating mix of lust and dominance, matty knows hes got you wrapped around his little finger and you can feel how smug he is from the way his digits trace your skin, pressing his index finger against your clit and watching you squirm at the contact.

“Fuck me, please. Need you inside me again, Daddy, been thinking about it all night.” Your skin prickles when you feel Matty standing up behind you, looking up at him in the mirror with hunger in your eyes. You briefly flick your vision down to his dick, staring at his erection and wishing he was inside you already.

A firm hand on your jaw drags your eyes back to Matty, and he forces you to keep your head straight on, holding his eyes as he sinks into you again, pressing even deeper than he had been before. Your jaw drops in his grip as you feel every inch of him entering you. Every second that passes makes your pulse speed up under your skin.

Stretching you out has to be one of Matty's favourite feelings, and one of his favourite sights is also definitely watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as he works you open, still having to stretch ever so slightly to fit him inside you. The pressure is almost painful, but the spread is just enough to make your jaw shake and your cunt pulse, but not enough to hurt.

He watches his dick disappear into you with awe, thrusting slowly and gazing down as every inch starts slowly fucking you. Matty is so lost in watching himself sink inside you he almost misses your needy whimper, begging him to move. “Faster Daddy, please. Need it. Need you.”

And who is he to deny his favourite girl?

Matty smirks at you in the mirror, already smug about how blissed out you look with him barely fucking you, he cant wait to watch you slowly fall apart in front of him with each pump of his hips. But Matty doesn't have the patience to make you beg for him tonight. He needs to feel you finish around him and watch the tears stream down your cheeks.

His hips start moving at an unrelenting pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and obnoxiously loud moans are the only things that fill the air, the muttered chattering of the crew being drowned out by every wrecked whine and groan that falls from both your lips. You arch your back further after Matty pushes in impossibly deeper, your eyes shooting open as you feel him fucking parts of you that made stars dance across your vision.

Matty's thrusts are frenzied and ruthless, and he watches with a sick smile as black mascara-filled tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. Splinters of wood are digging into our fingers as you grip the edge of the desk, desperately trying to stop yourself from falling flat on your face at the pleasure firing in your every nerve.

But you're determined to watch Matty as he fucks you, his eyes flittering between yours and watching himself disappear into you, studying the way your wetness coats his dick.

“You like this baby, yeah? Fucking like rabbits? Practically fucking gagging for it the second I got off stage. Didnt even wait for me to clean up, no point when you're so. fucking. filthy.” Matty punctuates his sentence with deep thrusts, burying himself inside you almost as deep as he can and watching you cry around his cock, your tits bouncing with every reckless pump of his hips.

Frantic thrusts make it feel like your skin is going to bind together, making matty stuck inside you forever, and in this moment, that doesn't seem like too bad a fate. Especially with the way heat spreads deliciously under your skin, and the fire in your gut was ever-growing with every piston of Matty’s hips. You wouldn't be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet below you, filthy squelching sounds permeating the air.

You both know the other is getting close, the telltale sounds falling from your lips. Matty's movements are growing more unorganised with every second. He’s losing any composure he might have had, taunting you mercilessly as you gasp around his cock.

“You can fucking take it baby. Look at me. Feels so good doesn't it? Tell me how good it feels, angel.” Matty smirks as he watches your jaw open to talk, using that time to bury himself in you to the hilt and holding himself there, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head and listening to you try to force words out of your chest.

Every time a word is just about to fall from your lips, Matty slides out ever so slightly and burrows himself deep in your guts. He almost wants to flip you over to watch the bludge he knows moving inside of you, but he can't deprive himself of being able to watch you in the mirror like this. Tits bounding and tears falling from your cheeks, a blissed-out smile on your lips.

“Feels so- fuck- so good, daddy. Can I cum? Please, I cant- cant hold on much longer” Matty wants to make you beg more, to have you sobbing and shaking as you try to keep yourself from falling over the edge, but he thinks if he feels you pulse around him one more time he’ll cum before you do, so he’s nodding his head quickly.

“C'mon, baby, cum for me. Let daddy pump his pretty bunny with his cum. Get you all full of me, just like you need.” a final gasp from you is all Matty hears before he feels you tighten around him, a vice-like grip around his cock as you cum. Your thighs shake with every thrust he makes, fucking you through your orgasm and making your head even hazier than it was.

Seconds later Matty is cumming too, sighing happily as he fills you up, muttering as he does. “you love it when I fuck my cum into you, yeah? Get you fucking pregnant, so full of me. You’d like that wouldn't you, such a slut. shit-”

After the aftershocks stop rattling through each of you, Matty pulls out, sighing and smirking as he watches his milky release start to fall from your hole. “Sit down on the desk for me, angel. gotta do a few more things for my girl,”

You nod as best you can, your whole body feeling weak after whatever the fuck just happened, spinning around and sitting on the desk. Your legs spread instantly, no thoughts of shame filling your head as Matty crouches down to watch his cum drip out of you. You snort as you flick your eyes down too, thinking about how typical man it is of Matty to do this, studying the white trails of his release that leave you.

Before you know it Matty’s tongue is on you, licking furiously and lapping at your cunt, moaning into you at the taste of you both filling his senses. You suck in a gasp of air, your voice cracking at the feeling of his hot tongue against your overstimulated clit.

“Fuck- shit- matty. Ohmygod” Your legs kick helplessly at the feeling, but you don't say your safe word so Matty knows he can keep fucking you with his tongue, laying it flat and licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

Matty mumbles against your skin as he moves his way down your cunt "Gotta clean up, yeah? Don't want anyone knowing you got fucked raw in public do you baby?" he shoots you a wink before pushing his tongue into you, lapping at the cum falling from inside you. He fucks his tongue inside you as his hands move to your waist, gripping you and holding your body in place as he buries his face between your legs.

The pain of overstimulation soon turns into pleasure, and Matty’s tortuous movements soon become mind-numbingly good, making the rubber band inside you tighten once again. But before you can fall over the edge, Matty is pulling away from you, blowing on your cunt cruelly just as he had earlier.

He loves watching you get so close to the edge that you swear you can touch it and then pull away again. He watches the way your chest heaves and your nipples harden. The way your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and tears build on your lash line. He loves watching you suck in a breath and prepare to arch your back and let pleasure fill your body, but then sighing and whining when he stops touching you.

You are about to complain when Matty comes up from between your legs, smirking as he starts to speak, "C’mon, clean up your mess, bunny. Lick up daddy's cum for him, yeah?" your head tilts in confusion but Matty is manhandling you before you ask any questions, pulling you up on shaking legs and flipping you around again, making eye contact with you over your shoulder.

He pushes your head down and nods, flicking his eyes down to the few pearls of cum left on the hardwood desk. You catch on to what he means, bending at your waist and sticking your tongue out, lapping up the cum that dripped out of you before Matty got his mouth on you. You push back against Matty as you do, grinding your hips slightly against his half-hard cock.

Matty nods absentmindedly watching you in awe, but his dick stirring brings him back to earth. He doesn't think twice before grabbing his dick and sinking inside you once again, watching your eyes widen and revelling in the moan that comes from your open mouth.

As much as he loves edging you, Matty loves watching you fall over the edge more. He loves the way your face lights up, the smile that comes across your face, and how quickly it gets replaced with a dropped jaw and shaky breaths.

He adores the way your thighs tighten, shaking as your body is wracked with so many sensations.

He loves the feeling of you pulsing around him, and his favourite part is your babbled praise and thank you’s, desperately trying to tell him how good you're feeling, and how you know it's all because of him.

So he doesn't thrust this time, just uses his calloused finger to rub your clit until you cum around him again, and studies the way you do everything he fucking loves, down to the stuttered praise.

“So good- ah! Thank you, Daddy, so good to me. Fuck-” You sigh happily at the feeling of cumming again, the same white shapes dancing across your vision and the electricity thrumming through you, head to toe. But exhaustion is getting the better of you, and you can't help but yawn just as Matty is pulling out of you.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I boring you?” Matty teases, pinching your hip teasingly at the sight of your yawning face in the mirror.

“Oh yeah, one of our more boring green room fucks, I think. Gotta step up your game Healy.” you tease back, giggling lightly at Matty's eyes rolling.

You stand up straight, stretching and flicking your eyes around the room, “right, where did my panties go again? I've got to stop throwing them” you sigh. Matty points to the left of you, and as soon as you turn, you can't help but giggle at the sight of your pink panties hanging off the corner of the mirror.

You're half tempted to leave them there and let the next people in here ask a thousand questions. But before you can, Matty is grabbing them, winking at you, and slipping them into his pocket.

“Ugh, what a boy,” you say cheekily.

Matty's hand swats your ass harshly as he corrects you, “What a man, I think you mean. I've got a tattoo and everything” he points at the ink on his chest, and you laugh lightly at his words.

“Sorry, what a man” you emphasise the last word, and Matty is pressing a kiss to your lips in thanks before you can finish giggling.

#oops #happy late easter #so sorry ab this #good concept got rushed </3 #but i only had today to get it done lol #3.3k in like 3hrs oops #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #matty healy x reader

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youresodarkbabe · 24 days

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love like an ache in the jaw (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a bit, idk man

word count: 1.3k

fetus al <3 happy easter 🫶

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it was a random sunday, around eleven. alex had drank his little heart out the night before and did not enjoy being woken up by erratic knocking on his apartment door. furious, he got out of bed and swung his door open, ready to scream at whoever that decided to interrupt his beauty sleep, but he certainly didn't expect to see what he saw.

every ounce of tiredness left alex's body as he saw you standing at the door, wrapped up in his black coat, holding a little bag. you laugh at his silence and walk in, sitting on the stained sofa in the middle of the flat.

"it's easter, al." you say, fidgeting with the sleeves of the coat. alex's eyes are fixated on you as he shuts the door and sits down next to you, hyperfocused on the fact that you're in his clothes.

"oh, is it? didn't know, you look lovely by the way, should wear my clothes more often. y'know, only if you, um, want to—" alex trails off, mentally slapping himself in the face for acting the way he is.

you take note of how your cheeks heat up at his flustered manner and decide it's time to show him what you were actually wearing.

you stand up and shrug off the coat, revealing a bunny costume, of sorts, complete with a little tail at the back of the bodysuit. it was a soft baby pink, but you're sure alex wouldn't be able to tell you that. all he was focused on were your tits and how they looked in the confines of the material.

"ooh, wait!" you bend down and dig through the bag, alex marvelling at your ass, and turn back to face him, putting on bunny ears.

you also pull out a box and hand it to him.

"i got you an egg. happy easter, baby."

alex smiles at the thought, a warm feeling pooling in his chest. he wasn't sure if it was due to how loved he was feeling or if it was because of how strong the need was to fuck you on the spot. maybe both?

"thank you, god, you look so good," alex stops mid sentence. "i mean the egg. looks lovely. can't wait."

alex hops onto his feet with the egg and leaves it somewhere in his tiny bedroom, hoping you didn't get a look at the massive hard on he was trying to hide.

he comes back into the room and sits down next to you again, you sit on your knees and play with his hair as you speak, one of your hands trailing down his chest, to his waist, before settling above his throbbing cock.

"so, how was last night? seemed fun."

alex opens his mouth to reply, moaning instead as you slowly start palming him through his sweats.

you kiss his shoulder, and stop moving your hand, making him whine.

"'m not gonna help you out unless you talk to me, lovey."

alex clamps his eyes shut and scrunches up his nose before letting his head rest against the back of the sofa. "last night was fun, yeah. me and nick drank a fuck ton." you smile against his neck and mumble a quick 'good boy' as your hand resumes its movements.

"i can't imagine you feel too good now, do you, honey?" you give him a fake pout as you speed up the movements of your hand. he shakes his head, his messy hair growing even messier.

"no— fuck," alex whimpers slightly, grabbing your wrist. "need your mouth."

you give alex an expectant look.

"please?"

you pretend to be offended and pull your hand off of him fully.

alex swears under his breath, his face and ears completely red.

"i need your mouth. please, momma."

his shaky voice goes straight to your pussy, you're sure you've soaked through your panties completely at this point. you flick at his belt and let him take his sweats and t-shirt off and sit back down, you settle in between his knees after.

"say please again, i liked it."

alex's hips roll into the air, you have to hold them down as the blush on his face only spreads further. alex's voice comes out as a strained whisper. how cute, you think. such a big ego for such a little man. you'd crumble those high walls eventually.

"go on, pup."

you kiss his cock through his boxers, looking up at him with doe eyes as you do so.

"please, momma, i need it."

alex looks completely defeated, and you love every second of it. you mutter another 'good boy' as you pull the waistband of his boxers and let his cock free. his tip was almost fully pink and leaking with pre-cum, practically begging for you to take him in your mouth— and you happily oblige.

you wrap your lips around the tip, moaning as you savor the familiar taste, your tongue swirling around it, flicking at the slit. alex's hips buck wildly, accidentally ramming his dick down your throat. you pull off instantly, eyes watering.

"fuck, 'm sorry, i didn't mean to— fuck."

his back arches as you take him in your mouth once more, taking as much of him as you comfortably can, stroking the rest with your hand. your head bobs up and down his length, your tongue spiraling around his thick cock as his hands come up to hold your hair as makeshift way to keep it out of your face. you try not to gag as his tip grazes the back of your throat, your nose brushing against the coarse hair that was littered around his cock.

you pull off almost completely, looking up at alex with those doe eyes again, sucking on his tip innocently as your hands continued stroking him. he was being very loud now, the thin walls of his flat meaning that his neighbors would definitely know what you two were up to. you take your mouth off of his cock, a string of spit attaching your lips to him.

"no, momma, please, 'm so close, don't stop," alex's mouth ran as if he was reciting a prayer. you keep stroking him til his cock twitches once more, cum spurting out and you try catching as much of it as you can in your mouth, just to tease him. you swallow and hold your tongue out, proving that you've swallowed every last drop that you managed to catch.

you lick his stomach and thighs clean before undoing the back of the pink bodysuit, taking off your tights, leaving yourself in your panties alone. you straddle alex, grinding against his soft, sensitive cock that you feel hardening against you.

"you think you can give me another one, hm?"

alex nods eagerly, his mouth hanging open in awe. you take the opportunity to push your finger past his lips and he sucked on it eagerly as you push your panties to the side with your free hand and let him align himself with your drenched pussy. you sink down on alex slowly, taking your time with it, letting yourself feel every vein on his cock throb against your warm walls. by the time he bottoms out, you've already attached your lips to his neck, kissing and biting wherever you can.

alex's large hands find your ass and he tries moving you, but you refuse to budge.

"momma, please," he murmured into your ear, and you comply. you bounce up and down on him, starting off slow, soon transitioning to going brutally fast. alex's eyes focus on your tits and how they move, he looks at you, practically begging, and you hum in approval, his mouth instantly going to leave sloppy kisses all over your chest as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach tighten even further. you yank on alex's hair slightly as you moan obscenely loud as his cum paints your walls. alex's rough fingers rub against your clit violently and you cum soon after he does, grabbing his neck and forcing him into a kiss so that your sounds would be muffled, even if barely.

alex pulls away and buries his head in your neck due to sheer embarrassment.

"that's a good way to start the day, hm?"

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#cookie cooks #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner fanfic #smut #alex turner fic #fetus era smut #happy easter i guess...#youresodarkbabe #ignore this if it's late oops

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