I Love How I Have 4 Boyfriends 😂😂

Chapter 22

Can’t remember the word count I publish it in Wattpad before noticing

Some smut in this one

This chapter takes place at the same time as George's just from Mattys perspective

Mattys POV

I didn't wake up too much that night, I was calm for once wasn't restless I just slept. I don't really remember what time it was that I went to sleep it wasn't to long after I called Ross though. I woke up to no alarm or Louis this morning though so my mum must have let me lie in. Bless her. I lay there in bed for around ten minutes really just staring at the roof relaxing in the quiet of the house just basking in it. Then I get up to roll a cigarette picking up my lighter from the bed side table then climb up onto my windowsill and smoke out of the window, slowly , watching the busy streets and people pass by, It so interesting watching people going about there normal lives , how many of them could be suffering but still just take the day head on you know. I drag out the cigarette and just enjoy the peace and people watching. When I'm finished is when I decide to see what my friends are up too. I open up Snapchat first off there's a few messages from Ross asking how I'm doing , if I'm going to school , then when he released I wasn't , just one saying he'll drop by later. I then spot a message from George and when I open it my mouth drops and I gasp "fuck me", he's shirtless ,

his hairs down, his arms look strong and his shoulder so broad I can't take my eyes away from my screen I happen to be staring even well after the picture has gone. I shake my head to get myself to concentrate a little I then feel some movement in my lower body and I left up the covers a little and see I have a semi "Wow that's not happened on it's own in a while" , I kind of don't really want to make it go away, it hasn't happened in its own in so long it's a good feeling. No if I talk to George he might be able to help actually might make it better so that's when I actually decide to reply even though it's been sat on opened for like 5 minutes now, I send off a cheeky little message that hopefully he understands that I'm letting him know I might be ready "

“That's not the best way to wake a man up G 🫠😉, I know I said it takes a while to get things going sometimes but stuff like that will surely work" , and really I usually does take so long now a days to get me worked up , I've been with a few girls in the past few months and they've really had to go for it the meds made it really difficult but that fact it's back to "normal" must mean Georgies doing something right. My hand trails down my body and stops at my waist and of my boxers and I'm kinda nervous about it I don't know why. But before I have a second to even do anything a message comes through from George "I hope you liked it" , bro I can guarantee I more than liked it, I want his help to fix it but I know he's on school and it's kinda upsetting BUT maybe messing with him at school might be a little fun and a little risky, I know what this lads like. So I just send another message back just of me in bed  "

More than satisfactory Darling ...but I may have to go sort myself out first before I chat yanno", my hand is now in my boxers and typing with one hand isn't the easiest thing to do but I'm going to do it if I have to. My other hand is just slowly rubbing myself slowly just releasing some pressure it feels good actually. His next snap comes through and he looks looks amazing as always all flustered and cheeks a deep tinge of red and I know he's trying to keep himself composed a little  " This is not the right place Matthew", oh trust me I know it's not but if I can just mess around for a little longer that would be fun. The fact he also called me Matthew in this instant send an jolt of excitement right through me, it makes me shiver a little bit. This time I try another tactic, I pull up the camera and flip it and take my hands from my boxers and pull the duvet down a little as I film it , sending it to him with a smile on my face then I quickly send another quick message after letting him know there's no sound so he's safe to play it but i captioned the video with

" You can't be seriously telling me you don't want to see", No picture message comes from his end this time and it's kinda s sad but all I get is a " Love you know I want too , but I'm in class right now", Fuck me man , I drop my phone on my bed and decide this needs to be taken to the shower because I don't want to make a mess of my bed sheets that's kind of embarrassing.

Once I've taken my boxers off I jump in the shower and let the water run warm the images of the other day came pouring into my head , this is when my hand lands back on my dick and I start to rub myself slowly savouring the moment a little , his little flustered movements trying to keep himself together, my head gets a little faster as I indulge the fantasy a little imagining if he had taken it further on the call this causes me to moan into the empty bathroom echoing through it and it's music to my ears. My brain travels to the images of George being flustered and trying to contain himself while at school trying to hide it from people around him "fuck" , as my hand gets faster I can feel my climax coming but due to the pills having messed everything up it hurts a little i hiss through my teeth as I try to push through it , and my climax comes not to long after. Once I'm done I start to actually wash myself down now. Turn the heat up and just relax in the shower peaceful again.

Once I'm done in the shower I wrap myself in the softest towel I own, No messages yet so I send off another picture to George " it would have been more fun if I had your input darling but Wow , that was very much needed ay", I go about just getting myself dressed for the day once I'm prepared I drop down on my bed again and pull my phone out "Sorry about that , anyway how are you?" , I know I can be alot and if he's not interested in me that could have been a bit much for him.

After sending that, I really want to ride some music so I trundle off to get my guitar and notebook and I get myself busy as I turn flip through my notebook and find lyrics that I'd been writing and there's a lot coming to me right now, bringing me back to that night

"Pause it , play it , pause it , play it , pause it"

"Oh my car smells like chocolate"

There was a lot going on that night, we did a lot of mad shit that night, someone was chasing up, we were height as fuck , and we were just messing us about, we'll I was she was trying to drive.

"Hey now, we're building up speed as we're approaching a hill"

Trying to get a melody to this will be hard but I swear it's going to be done. I get lost in the writing and I got so far George messages me back after a while. "you I'm alright love , my dad was doing my head in this morning so I'm a little iffy but I'm fine , how are you feeling?", Bless , family can be annoying sometimes , a reply doesn't come for a long time, but I'm not going to fuss him too much he's at school I can't expect too much but fuck unless I'm writing my mind will wonder and im getting reckless. We have a small back and forth about how we're doing

He replied a while later but it was just a blank screen saying that's he's proud of me for being okay but I'm more concerned about the blank screen

Is he okay ?

Facedown - Matty Healy

A/N: I don't shag men irl, so soz if there are any inaccuracies regarding the ins and outs of anal xx thank you to my mates @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff, @man-im-so-high and @awellposhmagazine for indulging in my stupid questions and mental breakdowns in the GC❤️

wc: 7k

content warnings: smut, fluff, dirty talk, pegging, praise, also a bit of degradation depending on how you look at it use of sex toys (strap), mentions of lingerie/matty in womens clothing, sex shops, spit, masochism, cursing, polaroids/cameras, so picture kink?, girlie immortalizes him in a picture let it be poetic

“I want you to fuck me.” 

You choke on air. Matty is a blunt person, always has been, never really caring for beating around the bush. You didn't mind it, but you feel like he could’ve worded that a bit more eloquently. He’s laying on top of you, hair tickling the bottom of your chin, curls obstructing a bit of your vision. 

“Okay, fucking hold up, what?” you're convinced you've misheard him. Even he wouldn't be that blunt. He takes a deep breath, his tone slow and condescending

“I said, I want you to fu-” you hit him, giggling in disbelief. He jumps back in surprise, a grin spreading onto his face. He was actually serious.  

“I fucking heard what you said, jesus.” Matty has this look in his eye when he’s about to do something he knows you won't like, this glimmer in his eye, and you see it so clearly. His hand grabs your face, licking across your cheek, starting from the edge of your jaw. You squirm away, wiping your skin with your hand, throwing curses at him. 

“Fuck's sake, you're like a dog. Behave and I'll give you a treat, christ.” 

“Depends on what the treat is.” he winks at you, grinning widely as you screw your eyes shut in annoyance. He just wouldn't let up, like it would kill him to be PG for even five seconds. 

“So?” he asks, referencing his original statement.

‘I want you to fuck me.’ 

His words echo through your head, making all sorts of images flash in front of your eyes. Of course he notices, trailing his fingers up your bare arm, making goosebumps kiss your skin in his wake.

It's hard to even think straight, the suddenness of the question making your head spin. The two of you had never talked about it before, thinking it wasn't even on the table. 

“Are you- are you sure?” you stutter out, a small part of you scared he was joking, trying to see how you would react. His answer makes you sigh in relief.  

“Never be more sure.'' He's smiling, a genuine, reassuring smile. 

“Actually?” 

“No, I meant metaphysically, philosophically-” he deadpans, but it takes only a few seconds for him to crack up laughing, burying his face into your chest, trying to stifle his giggles. 

You breathe out, weaving a gentle hand through his hair, guiding him up to kiss you, lips locking as he gasps softly. You stay like that for a while, kissing and holding each other, neither wanting to let go. 

“You're mental.” you mumble when he pulls away, brushing a small strand of hair out of your eyes, sweetly tucking it behind your ear. 

“Yet, you love me.” It's so perfect. His body is warm against yours, acting as a sort of weighted blanket, pressing you into the sofa. The scent of his perfume is strong, tinged with a hint of the spliff you’d both smoked earlier.

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You can tell he’s never been in an actual sex shop by the was his eyes widen when you enter, flicking between the multitude of displays and posters, having no idea where or what to look at. His hand grasps yours, one goal in mind as you both step inside, heading towards a specific aisle. Strap-ons. 

Even if it was his first visit, he seems immediately at home, casually browsing through strap-ons and vibrators like he was in a department store, looking at lampshades or containers. At some point, you manage to break away from him, finding yourself in the lingerie section, lace and silk and satin surrounding you on all sides. Your fingers graze over a specific pair of green lace panties, the material soft to the touch. 

Your mind goes back to that night, to the memory of Matty, on your bed, shirtless and panting, the only thing concealing him a pair of lacey black womens underwear. You wonder if he’d be into it, buying more stuff like that, or if he maybe had more back home, hidden in a secret corner of his drawer. 

You're snapped back into reality by a repetitive tap on your shoulder, turning around to see it was Matty. He was holding something in his hand; a light purple, see through strap, decorated with specks of glitter and incredibly detailed. You blush at the sight, before remembering where you actually were. It looked big in his hands, intimidating almost. 

“This one’s pink and glittery! Fucking awesome, who knew they had so many types?” he booms, holding it up right in front of your face. A few people turn, but most ignore his loud proclamation, going back to their own shopping. 

“You're so girly, Jesus christ.” you snigger, stifling a crude laugh. It was so Matty, always one to pick the most extravagant, out of the ordinary, even when it came to sex toys.  

“Don’t make me fucking start-” he threatens, and you promptly cover his mouth with your palm, staring deep into his eyes. 

“Shut it.” and to your surprise, he did. 

He goes back to the isle he came from, looking for more options. You’d expected it to be more uncomfortable, but you felt light, like anything was on the table. Seeing him move out of your sight, you turn back to the fabric you’d been admiring earlier, running your fingers over it, and out of the corner of your eye, something shiny catches your attention. Garters. 

Your core stirs at the thought of Matty in garters, maybe even stockings or heels. You wonder if he’d even be into it, or if that was where his adventures in femininity ended. Lost in your fantasies, you don't even realize you’d picked something up. A black garter, little heart details making it sparkle in the low light of the shop, leather and metal cool against your skin. 

“Oh?” you hear a teasing voice say from behind, making you jump slightly. Clutching the object between your fingers, you spin around, eyes meeting Matty’s, and he has this filthy grin on his face, knowing he’s caught you.

“What's this?” he takes it from your hand, looking at it closely. His eyes light up when he realizes what it is, or more, who it's for. Matty’s ego inflates as he dangled in front of you, relishing in your flustered reaction, a blush creeping onto your face. 

“Is this meant for me?” he asks, pressing it onto his thigh over his jeans, trying to figure out how it would look. He moves to the mirror located off to the side to get a better look, admiring himself in the mirror.

“You don't have to- it's just an idea.” you say defensively, scared he’ll find it weird or odd or-

“It's a wonderful one. Do tell me more, darling.” his hand trails up your arm, landing on your shoulder. You don't have time to react as he pulls you in for a kiss, short and hot. A suggestion.

You stare at him for a few moments, not sure how to react. 

“What else do you want to see me in? This, perhaps?” he struts over to the lingerie section, picking up a pair of silk panties, showing them to you. You nod your head, earning a sly grin and a wink from Matty as he puts them into his little basket.

“Or are you more of a lace kinda gal?” There's a hint of tease in his voice as he holds up another pair. The green pair. 

Your breath hitches as he stares at you, looking for a reaction, smiling victoriously when he sees it. Raising his eyebrows, he wordlessly adds them to the growing pile of merchandise he’s accumulated in the short span he’d been wandering around the store. 

“Fucking hell.” you mutter under your breath as he grabs your hand, dragging you over to the garters. It all seems unreal, the way he confidently shows off the pieces over his clothes, ‘modeling’ for you in front of other shoppers, utterly shameless. 

“I'll wear it for you, you just have to tell me what you want.” he parrots your words back at you. ‘Just tell me what you want, Matthew’

If only he knew. 

“You look pretty in everything Matty, I'd rather you pick.”

“And I'd rather you be turned on, hm? C’mon, tell me, I don't bite.” you giggle a bit at his choice of words, the marks on your neck contradicting his statement. 

“You like it when I'm pretty for you?” he whispers into your ear, the words going straight to your core. Your knees feel weak, ready to buckle at any moment if he keeps talking like that.

Nodding frantically, you press a small kiss to his lips, taking his hand. You lead him to the shoes, heels and boots of all heights and colors stacked neatly in piles against a wall.

“Oh, I'm liking this turn of events.” he grins, hands reaching out to touch a specific pair of black platforms, adorned with small gemstones along the strap. You had a similar pair, knowing just how hard they were here to walk in. 

“You do?” you question, feeling his free hand wrap around your waist, bringing the shoes up for you to touch, the leather rough under your fingertips.

“You turn me on so much, it fucking hurts. I love being your little fantasy, all dolled up for you.” he speaks slowly, quiet enough so that only you can hear. You cough, almost choking on air as he adds the shoes to the basket, walking off as though nothing happened. 

“This one?” he asks, holding up another toy. A pale pink strap-on, less glittery than the last one, but still incredibly eye-catching. You eye him up and down, the way he stood like he was holding the most normal thing ever appalling you. 

“You sure?” he nods enthusiastically, eyes silently begging you to say yes. “Imagine how pretty i’d look, imagine the pictures-” 

Oh, he loved to tease you about those, your collection of filthy polaroids growing larger and larger the longer you were together, stashed at the bottom of your nightstand. 

“Sure you can take it?'' The expression on his face is priceless as you fight fire with fire, his grin vanishing, being replaced with an embarrassed blush dusting his face. 

He wordlessly adds it, walking off in the direction of the till. You follow closely, watching him take a bottle of lube (strawberry flavored, because it's Matty) from the shelf, placing it in the basket.

It was all so new, uncharted territory for both of you. Sure, he teased and you teased back, throwing witty retorts at each other until one eventually gave up, but you were both equally nervous and excited, the idea absolutely thrilling. 

The bus ride back home is slightly awkward, the bags in your hands adorning the very obvious logo of the sex shop you’d just been in, earning judging glances from strangers. Matty remains unbothered, engrossed in an old edition of vogue he’d bought at check out. You watch him leaf through the pages, inspecting outfits and designs, muttering when he doesn't agree with them. It was endearing, watching him critique world famous fashion designers, like his opinion would hold and weight in a proper argument. 

200 quid was what the trip had cost you, spending way more than you had planned. Matty had paid for it with his parents' money that they sent to him every so often, wanting him to be able to live comfortably even if they were away. You felt sort of bad, offering to use your own cash, quickly being swatted away by an insistent Matty.

“I have to pay, seeing as I am a gentleman. Besides, you're going to be taking great care of me later, so-” you manage to cut him off with a stealth elbow in the ribs, sparing the poor cashier from one of his terribly inappropriate rants. 

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Home is comfortable, much unlike the harsh summer weather and the beating sun that waited for you outside. Unlocking the door, you've met with the soft hum of the air conditioner, the cool air kissing your skin. Matty lets out a relieved sigh as he finally sets down the bags, stretching his arms over his head. You catch a glimpse of his lower stomach, a small trail of hair traveling from his belly button and into the waistband of his pants, which were hung obscenely low on his hips. 

“Do you want to-” you're cut off by Matty’s lips on yours, one hand gripping onto the base of your neck, the other pulling you in by the waist. Despite being almost three inches taller, you manage to overpower him quickly, pressing him into the wall behind him. He gasps against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as you grasp him by the hair, tugging him down to meet you. 

“Desperate, much?” you say condescending, one of your fingers trailing down the hollow of his throat, grazing the skin enough to leave a faint red mark. 

He loved seeing the aftermath of you on his body, and you’ve caught him admiring himself in the mirror more than once, running his fingertips over the bruises and scratches, reliving the moments that caused them. It's not like he left you bare, either, the complete opposite, actually. Your neck was full of hickeys in various colors, some more faded than others. 

He loved using his teeth, and had once left an incredibly obvious bite mark on the skin just above your collarbone, getting disgusted and borderline traumatized looks from both Ross and George. Adam never did mention i, but you caught him stealing glances at both of you, his tell tale ‘what the actual fuck did you do’ look on his face. 

“You’re one to talk, don’t think I didnt see how you looked at me back there.” he smirks against your lips, tongue swiping along your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. You use your body weight to hold him up against the wall, pressing a knee right between his legs, a move he loved to use on you, and watching you grind against him is his favorite sight in the whole world.

His hips buck against your lower half, his hard-on brushing up against your thigh. He groans at the slight friction, repeating the action until you stop him.  

“Please, fuck- please.” he breathes, eyeing the bag on the ground behind you with a look of pure lust on his face.

Your knees feel weak, your stomach flipping as he reaches out to touch your face, trailing his fingers down your jaw and onto your neck, lovingly pressing kisses all over your skin, almost as if to try and convince you of something.

Wordlessly, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, leading him down the long hallway and up the stairs, almost tripping. You near the bedroom, unable to take your hands off each other as he pathetically whimpers into your mouth, nails clawing at your back.

The door swings open and you push him forward until the back of his knees hit the bed, making him fall onto it. 

“Been thinking ‘bout this for a while, haven't you?” he nods slowly, chest heaving from the sheer force of your kiss, leaving him breathless.  

“You can’t imagine.” he answers, eyes looking up at you from his spot on the bed, wide and full of want. 

“So pretty.” you whisper to yourself, reaching down to push his shirt up, revealing that little bit of hair on his stomach, so incredibly sexy it made your head spin. 

“Take your shirt off for me, I'll be back.” you kiss him again, softly this time, not even looking at his reaction before turning around and disappearing through the door. Your legs carry you as fast as they can go, taking two steps at a time as you race downstairs, eyes settling on the hot pink paper bag left abandoned on the floor. 

Rifling through the pile of various clothes, underwear, gags, toys; really anything you could think of, your breath hitches as your fingers brush against cold resin. Of course it was made of resin, ridiculously expensive as well, typical Matty. You laugh to yourself, taking a close look at the toy in your hands.

It was pale pink, hyper realistic veins running down the sides of it, the actual strappy part a deep purple, almost black. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, almost forgetting one vital thing: the lube. 

The sight before you open the door again is one that should be chiseled into stone and hung up for thousands of years. Matty is on the bed, further up so that his head is resting on the metal bed frame up against the wall, it being more comfortable that way. His shirt is off, just like you had told him. 

One thing made you freeze. His hand was covering his lower half, palming his obvious hard on through his insanely tight jeans. It looked painful, well hidden by the filthy smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips, making your heart skip a beat. 

“Kept me waiting.'' His voice is low, raspy, and desperate, even if he tries to play it off. You move without thinking, watching his eyes flicker over to the toy in your hand, which you place onto the bed out of his reach. 

“Not my fault you can't go five seconds without touching yourself.” you shoot back, kneeling onto the soft mattress. 

“Sort of is, isn't it?” he sounds playful, almost giddy as you catch his lips in a kiss. 

“You were begging so nicely before, what happened?” you fake pout at him, putting on a slightly condescending tone as he rolls his eyes at you. 

“I caught my breath.” he says, hands settling on your hips as you straddle him properly, his aching cock grinding against the curve of your ass. It feels amazing, your ego swelling as you take him in, needy and wanting for you and you only. 

“Yeah?” 

“Might have to take it again.” 

You get what he’s playing at immediately, reaching up to wrap your hand around his throat. Matty lets out a choked gasp, eyes widening at the sensation. 

“Fuck-” he’s cut off by you pressing down harder, watching all the blood in his head rush down south. 

“What? Couldn't quite hear you, speak up.” you taunt, loving watching him struggle to answer you, all that came out being rasp gasps and curses.

“Please-” his breath hitches when you reach down to skillfully unbutton his pants with one hand, silently thanking the gods above he had decided to forgo a belt today, peeling the jeans off of him. He lets out a choked moan as you grip him through his boxers, wishing he had worn a pair of women’s panties, knowing it would rile you up even more.  

 “What? Use your words, Matthew, tell me what you want.” you tease, ignoring his silent begging, only slightly letting go of his throat, scared he wasn't properly getting oxygen. 

“Touch me, please.” he manages to force out, tears of relief welling up in his eyes when you take him out of his boxers, stroking his cock lightly. 

“This all for me? All because of that toy? Filthy, filthy boy.” his mind blanks, ecstacy overtaking his body and mind, the only thing he could think of was how fucking lucky he was. The strap is only visible in the corner of your eye as you kiss him hard, slipping your tongue into his mouth, drinking in every little gasp. 

You dig your thumb into his slit, his hips arching off the bed and into your hand, spurts of precum leaking out of his tip. You smile at his reaction, one question still running through your mind. This was all so new, and you were riffing off of what you already knew he liked, trying to build up as much tension as possible. 

“Have you done this before?” he takes a second to answer, slowly nodding his head. You motion for him to elaborate. A pang of insecurity rushes through you at the thought of him doing this with someone else, another person seeing him like this. You push it all down, turning your full attention to Matty. 

“Only alone, trying some things out..” his voice is uncharacteristically small, eyes avoiding you as he stutters over the second part of his sentence, clearly a bit embarrassed. 

“Oh yeah? Did it feel good?” you encourage him, desperate to make him feel as comfortable as possible. He smirks, and you can basically see the memories flash behind his eyes. 

Alone, late at night. Curiosity striking, clothes hitting the floor of his old bedroom. A mess of lube and spit, fingers experimentally curling upwards and finally, finally hitting that perfect spot deep inside of him, making him moan into his pillow, trying to muffle the sound. 

But of course, Matty has to do and say something so utterly stupid, it makes your eyes hurt from rolling them. 

“It’ll feel so much better if you do it for me, darling. Treat me right and all, seeing as I am your girl-” you playfully hit his arm, effectively shutting him up. He wasn't fully wrong, but the way he worded it was purposefully supposed to make you cringe, your eyes screwing shut and hands going to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“Shut up, what is your damage?” you ask, glaring at him as he tries his best to stifle his giggles. It's infectious, and soon you start laughing as well, falling into his arms, losing it at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Can you take nothing seriously?” It's a rhetorical question, but he still answers.

 “Nothing.” he drags out the word, mocking you.

You take this opportunity to tug at his cock, wiping the smug grin directly from his face. It was satisfying, watching him go from cocky and borderline bratty, to a sweet, moldable putty in the palm of your hand, willing to do whatever you asked of him.

 “A-ah oh fuck, i’m not gonna- stop.” he gasps, trying to push you off. You fight back, pinning him down using your entire body, your fingertips ghosting over his cock. 

“Gotta get you ready to take me, don't want it to hurt, do you?” your voice drips with lust, relishing in the wanton sounds he lets out at your words. Matty looks at you, mouth slightly ajar as if trying to say something. You nod at him. 

“I can- I can show you. If you want. We both know how much you like to watch me.” he gestures to the camera sitting on the nightstand, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Go on.” you whisper, your voice cracking. 

He flips around, and you use this little bit of time to slip your own clothes off, leaving your shirt and panties on, settling onto the bed behind him.

His hands reach for the bottle of lube, blindly feeling around for it. You hand it to him with a sickly sweet smile, making his stomach flip as he spreads his legs, a performative moan leaving his lips as he uncaps it with his teeth, pouring the liquid onto his fingers.   

It's weird, seeing him in this position, facedown against the mattress, tugging his boxers down with his clean hand. He can feel your eyes on him, raking over his milky skin, watching him take a deep breath as the cool lube hits his skin. 

“You look pretty.” you hear him snigger into the pillow at the breathlessness of your voice.  “Right? Good genes, innit?” he says smugly, craning his head around to get a look at your annoyed expression.

“Oh fuck off.” you smack him on the arse, taking the piss out of his stupid comments. 

He gasps, and now it's your turn to be smug, grazing your nails over the skin you’d just hit 

“Seriously? That turned you on?” he nods, tracing his lube covered fingers over his hole, shivering a bit before pushing one in. 

A string of moans and curses spill from lips, panting as his back arches at the intrusion. You watch him with wide eyes, taking every minuscule twitch of his body as he curls them slightly, going even deeper. You commit everything to memory, wanting this moment to last forever, and you reach out to trail your hands down his sides, digging your slightly grown out nails into his hips, making him moan into the pillows.  

“Giving me a proper show then. Anything to get my attention, right?” you mumble, leaning over him as he fingers himself for you, groaning and twitching against the mattress, overcome with pleasure.

“It’s working isn't it?” he forces out, the feeling of your chest pressed to his back making his eyes roll back in his head, his tip leaking spurts of precum onto the sheets  

“Fuck, yeah, its working.” 

His fingers brush up against a certain spot inside of him and he quite literally shakes, arching and pushing down onto his digits, his body begging for more. You watch, entranced in every movement he makes, in a sort of daze. 

You could sense him gaining back a sense of confidence when he peers back at you, seeing your blissed out expression at the sight of him fucking himself open for you, moans and whimpers going straight to the growing heat in your core.

“Wanna fuck me? Make me moan for you?” he teases, moving his lube covered hand to his cock, tugging at himself as you pull him closer. The strap next to you burns a hole into your brain, and you reach for it, hand gliding over the resin. 

“Wanna take a pretty picture with that little camera of yours?” That was the final straw that made you scramble up, fumbling with the fastens of the toy, unbuckling them and slipping it over your underwear, the weight of it a bit strange. 

 “I’m going to make you eat those words.” you threaten, one of your hands threading through his hair, pulling his face up before dropping it back onto the pillows. He whimpers at the sharp pain radiating from his scalp, spreading all the way to his fingertips that clutch the sheets so tightly, his knuckles look pale white. 

“It's what I'm counting on, darling.” he winks, arching his back towards you, grinding his arse against your strap. This was really happening. Sucking in a deep breath, you steady yourself on your knees, taking the toy into your hand, circling his hole with it. A sigh of pleasure leaves his parted lips as he relaxes into the bed, arse up and face buried into the dark blue fabric of his pillow. 

The sound of the lube covering the strap is a bit awkward, and you both laugh lightheartedly, nervous and excited to do this with each other, to each other. He groans as you finally line up with his entrance, the tip teasing him as he bucks back onto it.  

“Want me to go slow?” you ask, slightly nervous, scared of doing something wrong or god forbid, hurting him in any way. 

“Fuck me slow, yeah?” His words drip with lust, raspy and deliberately drawn out. He notices your hesitation, and his hand reaches back to grab yours, rubbing reassuring circles into the skin of your palm.  

“Jesus, you make it sound so filthy.” His vulgar words were nothing new, his cocky manner only another tool to get you to lose it on him, never showing mercy. Just like he liked it. Rough, hard, fast, never ending pleasure until both of you were fully satisfied. 

“Stop being a tease and just fuck me.” he was now at the point of making demands, blatantly ignoring the imbalance of power between you. You tut at him, nails digging into the fat of his arse, making him wince in pain.

“Not in a place to be demanding things from me, are you now?” your tone is deliciously condescending, making his cock involuntarily twitch under him, begging for attention. 

“You want it just as much as me.” he breathes loudly, a feeble attempt at trying not to sound as desperate as he really was, not wanting to admit defeat. 

“Make me mess, fuck me dumb, I know you want to.” an animalistic groan rips itself from your throat as you push into him, feeling the smallest bit of resistance at first. 

Remembering his little reaction from earlier, you experimentally smack the side of his arse, right where its curve meets the top of his thigh, and he shudders beneath you, crying out in pleasure. You don't know what you're doing, but you do gain a flicker of confidence when he grinds down against the bed, mumbling into the pillow. Asking him to speak up, his face is now visible as he moans, hips pushing back onto the toy as you pull back out, leaving him feeling empty.

You snap your hips forward, a bit harsher this time, watching and listening for his reaction, wanting to make it feel as good as possible for him. He was trusting you with the most intimate part of him, giving up almost all control as his arms go slack under him, nothing holding his body up anymore. 

“Fuckk, that's so good.” he breathes as you set a delicate but even rhythm, speeding up a bit with every thrust as he slowly gets used to the sensation. It takes a few minutes of fucking him at an agonizing pace until you feel his whole body tense up, a choked moan spilling from his parted, spit covered lips. Your breath hitches at the sight of him drooling, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss. 

“OH FUCKK- right there right there right there jesus christ, fuck-” he curses, clawing around him, trying to find something to bring him back down to reality as your strap brushes up against his G-spot. There's a wet spot on the bed under him, precum covering the blue fabric of the sheets. 

“Sound so pretty, all for me.” you hit that same spot over and over as he pathetically cries out your name, begging for you to go faster. 

“Please, its so good, so good, fuck me please oh FUCK.” you oblige, gripping onto his hips as you slam back into him, his back arching sharply as you pant, you cheeks a bright red. Your whole body is flushes crimson, your cunt clenching around nothing as you get off to the sounds and movements he makes, your witty words getting caught in the back of your throat

You're so incredibly turned on that everything else disappears around you, your only focus being a desperate Matty under you, writhing in pleasure as he experiences actual heaven, his whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat, making him glow in the dim light of the bedroom.

Sinful sounds fills the bedroom, reverberating off the walls making you feel dizzy, partially from the effort and partially from the boy in your bed, whimpering your name betweens strings of curses, begging you to just fuck him harder. 

Matty, though he hates it, is awfully predictable. He has cues that let you know when he’s close, his voice pitching up several octaves as you slam into him, never faltering. 

You take the opportunity to press your chest against the curve of his back, hard nipples rubbing against his skin through your thin shirt. Your voice is low, whispering lewd promises against his ear, occasionally nibbling at the skin, sucking a hickey into it. 

“Gonna cum for me? I can see you leaking all over the sheets, dirty boy” he cries at yours, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down his face, leaving small wet patches on the pillow. 

“Yesyesyes please don’t stop- so close.” he begs, every part of his body twitching and tensing, so close to the edge he could taste it. 

You don't know what possesses you. Maybe it was his comment from earlier, his tone playful and teasing, eyes dark with desire. 

“Wanna take a pretty picture with that little camera of yours?”

It's like a foreign force taking over your body. You still, ignoring Matty’s pleas for you to keep going, his hips bucking wildly onto the toy still deep inside of him.

“No- nonono please, i was so close, fuck.” you click your tongue at him, effectively shutting him up

He winces when you move, hand reaching for something on the nightstand, not even realizing what you were doing. The plastic is heavy in your hands, black lense staring back at you as you reposition yourself behind Matty, the tip of your strap teasing his hole.

He thinks you’ll continue as normal, that you'll give him what he’s been craving this entire time. All he wants to do is cum, mind so clouded with desire that he could barely speak properly

Your hands threads into his hair, his neck limp as you pull him up by it. Your fingers find the shutter, knowing you had to act fast to get the result you so desperately wanted.

Pulling his head further back so his whole face was visible, you position the camera in front of it, the sight of the lense making Matty’s heart skip a beat. 

Right as you take the picture, you violently snap your hips forwards, thrusting into him at a brutal pace, making his face contort in ecstasy, mouth falling open, revealing his pink tongue between his lips.

The camera flash is disorienting for him, the shutter barely heard over his impossibly loud moans, his sounds making you feel weightless.

He lets out a high laugh as he fully gets what you’d just done, only proving his earlier point further. His little victory is interrupted by his impending orgasm, the combination of the pressure from your strap on his G-spot and the delicious friction of the sheets rubbing against his cock sending him into a lust driven frenzy. 

His moans are high pitched, almost feminine as he buries his face into his slack arms, trying to bite back his noises. You tell him to quit it, demanding to hear every single cry that leaves his lips.

“You’re such a brat, acting like I cant have you fucking purring under me in the blink of an eye.” you speak, an intense feeling of power and control taking your body as you slam into him, licking up the skin of his bare neck, making him shudder under your touch. 

“I promise i’ll be good- just please let me cum.” he’s a blubbering mess, tears rolling down his cheeks as you tug harshly on his hair, the pain only making it harder for him to hold off his orgasm.

“Please- I need it so bad- fuck, please.” 

“Oh, you need it, do you?” you taunt him, your fingers moving to shove their way into his mouth, pressing down on his wet, hot tongue. The whimper he lets out as you gag him makes your brain short circuit, your eyes are fixed on the way he grinds his hips to meet your frantic thrusts, desperate to get himself off.

“Go on then, cum all over our nice sheets. Make everything dirty, just like you are, aren't you darling?” the filthy words spill from your lips before you could even think, and Matty stills for a second before moaning around your fingers, bucking against the mattress. 

“So good, so fucking good- oh my god, fuck, feels so good-” his words are muffled by your fingers, and as much as you need to hear him, you let it slide, wanting your perfect boy to finally come undone. He cums with a scream, an actual, guttural scream of your name, convulsing under your touch as you reach around and grip his cock, working him through his orgasm. 

He gasps as ropes of cum paint the sheets, covering your hand. You slow down your thrusts, not wanting to rip him out of his dazed state just yet. He whimpers as you pull out, feeling strangely empty without you filling up every inch of him. His body is limp against the bed, chest heaving trying to take in as much oxygen as possible as he comes down from his high, slowly but surely. 

You yelp when a hand grips the side of your arm suddenly, pulling you down onto the bed next to him. Matty’s sweet smile makes your heart swell up with love as you make eye contact, his brown eyes drooped half shut in pleasure. 

“Fucking mint.” he breathes, giggling as you roll your eyes at his utterly unsexy reaction to you fucking his brains out. 

“Really?” 

His smile turns into a grin as he pulls you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against yours. You hand cups his cheeks, wiping aways what's left of his tears.

“I fucking love you, that was world altering, fuck me.”   

“I already did, remember?” the opportunity was right there, and you both erupt into a fit of laughter at your bad jokes, grinning widely at each other. Matty lets out a grossed-out groan when he accidently rolls into the wet patch he had left in the bed, crying at the feeling of the damp fabric against his bare legs.

But, in typical Matty fashion, he opts to just cope, too lazy and fucked out to do anything about it. You try to convince him to get up, shower, maybe do anything except roll around in his cum soaked sheets. He flat out refuses, gripping your waist so tightly you felt Matty-shaped bruises form on the skin. 

He forces you to lay with him, not letting you get up. 

“Did it hurt?” you ask tentatively, genuinely curious. He shakes his head, trying to describe the sensation. 

“A bit, but it felt really fucking great after about two seconds, so totally worth it.” he kisses you again, softer but still passionate, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly. 

“Did you like it?” he asks, trailing a finger up and down your arm, scratching it comfortingly. 

All you can do is smile, the memory of what you felt making you giddy. 

“I felt powerful.” you confess, a faint blush spreading onto your already flushed cheeks. Might as well let it all out, right? 

“You like being powerful?” you nod your head, confirming the sneaking suspicion he’s had since that very first night on his living room sofa. 

“I like it when you hurt me.” you laugh, that information having been painfully obvious for a while now. 

“I know, darling, you make it so obvious.” he curses at you for quote un-quote ‘kink shaming’ him, immediately mentioning your little knack for photography. 

“What do you do with the pictures?” you’ve never told him what happens to the polaroids after they properly develop, stashed in your nightstand drawer. 

“I don't kiss and tell.” you snigger at his hurt reaction, now even more desperate to know what goes on in your mind when your finger presses down on the shutter, immortalizing Matty in a picture as small as the palm of your hand. 

“That does not work if I'm the one you kissed, I’m afraid.” you dismiss him with a shake of your head, watching the hope leave his face. He nags you further, offering all sorts of services to get you to confess to him.

“I’ll show you sometime.” his eyes light up, ready to make yet another filthy comment. You press a finger to his lips, shushing him like he was a misbehaved child, smirking at his reaction. 

“Only if you're good, though.” he nods his head so eagerly, you're afraid he might get whiplash as he shuffles closer to you, nuzzling his face into your shirt (well, his goal was clearly your tits, but you didn't need to know that.)

“I'll be so good for you, you’ll regret ever denying me.” you laugh, vowing to hold him to it.  

This CANNOT just be on my TikTok , I actually wanna sob , it’s all my faves

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Having Fun Trying

“shower sex!!” - anon

“Subby Matty? Or perhaps cum play 👀 or BOTH 😩” - anon

“Teasing and edging Matty!!! Please I’m begging for subby or whiny Matty 😭” - anon

Okay so I read like a whole bunch of Dad!Matty fics the other day and then I was on the bus earlier and there was a very cute toddler interacting with me, plus my friend and her bf keep talking about having kids and I just have visions of the Reader walking in on Matty doing like a glitter or slime thing with their kid or something and getting super messy, she puts the kid to bed and then the prompts kick in. 

This is dedicated to the Sub!Matty, Dad!Matty, breeding kink, cumplay and shower sex girlies. I will feed us all.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: I guess super light BDSM if it’s Sub/Dom sort of stuff, cumplay (I wanna do a more intense one of this suggestion tbh, it’s kinda light in this), deffo subby!Matty, shower sex, breeding kink

Word count: 4.3k (This wasn't supposed to be a whole fic)

The shopping trip had been long and incredibly tedious. Dragging your mother around a big Tescos was one of the most draining experiences you could put yourself through. She insisted on seeing every new product and then would never get any of them anyway. Your shopping list was fairly basic, you only needed a couple of household essentials and then you could go home to your husband, who had insisted you take your mother alone whilst he watched your angel of a child for the evening. Very sacrificial of him. Your knight in shining armour. How lucky you are.

The worst part of the trip though, had to be the car journey home, in which your mum proceeded to remind you that she was ageing, only had one grandchild and would love to meet another before she dies. The conversation had gone a little something like;

“How’s my grandbaby? Why isn’t she here?”

“Matty just got back from tour, he wanted time with her,”

“What a good Dad he is…”

“Yeah he’s a great Dad, that’s why I had a baby with him.”

“Thought about making him a Dad again?”

“Mother!” 

“What?! I know what was done for little Nora to be here. I wanna meet my grandchildren y’know? I don’t have much time left,”

“That’s a horrible thing to say, and don’t try to guilt trip me into providing you with a second grandchild.”

“It worked once, and she is so very cute,”

“Yeah, well, not again.” But now the cogs in your brain are whirring, and at the very least, it would be fun to try for another.

Once you were home and through the door you could feel your shoulders drop, letting the tension and stress of the outing go. Leaving the shopping on the counter you shouted around the seemingly empty house. 

“Where are my babies?” No reply. This was very odd.

“Helllooooo, where is my family?” Still no reply. 

You start walking through the silent house. Once upstairs, you have a look out the bedroom windows when you hear giggles coming from the back garden, just out of your line of sight. 

“Right you. Don’t tell mummy when she’s home or we’re gonna be in MASSIVE trouble,” well this was definitely interesting. The giggles were growing louder. 

“Daddy, I won’t be in trouble,” your daughter is too smart for her own good, even at 5. 

“What? Do you want ME to be in trouble!?” He fakes a shocked gasp at the end of the sentence. “But Nora, I thought you loved me?” You can see the pair of them through the window now. Matty’s on his knees on the patio, absolutely covered in something bright and slimy, and he’s faking being stabbed in the heart, clutching his chest. They both have, what were once white, lab coats on. Whatever Matty was going to try and hide from you is very, very, messy as the coats are now a variety of colours and there's some glitter just to add to the mix. 

Nora is stood close to her dad. She puts her hands on either of his cheeks, “I do love you Daddy,” her face is very serious, like she is telling him a devastating fact. “That is why we have to tell Mummy. Because I love her too and she always says, we don’t keep secrets.”

“Nora my clever girl, you’ve got me there. I love mummy too.” He picks up their daughter and spins her round before placing her on his shoulders. “I think she’ll be back soon so let’s get it all clean. You’re gonna help me, yeah? We can finish playing scientists tomorrow?”

“Can we play mermaids tomorrow?” She yawns into the night air.

“We can play whatever you want baby.” 

Watching Matty interact with your daughter brings back what your mother was saying earlier. Maybe she had a point? You do miss the little clothes and seeing your husband with a baby you’d made together was always a bonus. Another little mini mix of you both. The idea definitely has its merits. 

He brings your daughter in, fast asleep, after about 20 minutes. She’s snoring against his neck as he carries her, legs wrapped around his chest and hand holding her neck in support. 

“Got anything to share?” He jumps in shock not having noticed you sat at the dining table. You sip at a glass of wine, enjoying the flavour and the slight buzz you’ve got. 

“Umm, no?” He’s looking at you, face slightly flushed and pink, caught in a lie he’s not really trying to hide. 

“So if I go in the shed, there isn’t going to be slime and glitter everywhere?” There’s glitter in his hair, it’s shimmering as he breathes. 

“Not… everywhere?” You cock your eyebrow. “We were playing scientists. I’m encouraging her brain.” You move from the table to where he’s standing with your little girl, rubbing the top of her back as you give him a gentle kiss. 

“You can clean it up tomorrow. Not tonight.” He tilts his head at you confused why you'd let him get away with the mess. “You need a shower Darling.” You wink at the end of the sentence and look him up and down before draining the rest of your glass. 

“Pour me one of those, meet me upstairs. I’ll be 5 mins max,” and he turns to carry your daughter up to bed faster than you’ve seen him move in a while. 

You made a beeline for the bathroom with the wine and two glasses. The shower in your ensuite was one of your favourite things about the whole house. You could change the colour of the lights, change the water pressure and what direction it was coming from, and play music over the speakers built into the walls. Tonight though, you just wanted the water and the steam and Matty. 

You were just finishing turning it on when you heard the door close. 

“I thought for sure you’d already be naked and wet in there for me by now?” His mouth is by your ear, breathing on your neck as his hands come around your torso from behind, pulling you closer into his front. You can feel how hard he is already. 

“Wanted to wait for you…finish the wine first,” you gasp as his mouth lands on your neck. “Need to talk to you,”. 

He doesn’t stop kissing you. His fingers are unbuttoning the bottom of your shirt now. Every so often one hand strikes the expanse of your stomach, like it’s looking for something that’s not there. 

“Yeah about what darlin’?” His hands finish with your shirt and move to the button of the trousers, the zipper, and then tease along the waistband of your underwear making you inhale sharply. You turn around and link your hands behind his head, pushing your crotch forward against his clothed erection. 

“What would you think about having another baby?” His eyes, already dark with lust for you, go practically black now. 

“I think you know exactly how I’d feel about that.” He kisses you, it’s not rough or intense, but it’s passionate and loving and familiar. “A little mini you running around, we’ve already got one of me. I’d love that.”

“I wasn’t sure, what with work, if it was a good time?” 

“Is there ever a good time?” He leans his head against your forehead, and at first you think it’s because he’s seriously thinking about having another baby, and then you realise it’s because he’s got the most perfect view of down the front of your shirt from that angle. 

“You’re such a fucking boy,” you move your head away from him.

“S’not my fault my wife is hot.”

“Another baby then?” You look at him, a big smile on your face. 

“Oh I’m looking forward to this,”

“You gonna put a baby in me Healy? Think you can do it?” 

“I’ve already done it once. Don’t test me,”  

“Strip. Be a good boy.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, not even bothering to undo the buttons, he’s gotten stronger as he’s gotten older. His arms bulking out and muscles defined, covered in more tattoos now than when you first met. There’s one each for you and your daughter somewhere on his canvas of a body. 

You’re distracted when he finally takes off his joggers and underwear. He’s rock hard, ready for you. He strokes his cock slowly and even though you are already wet, you know now that you’re soaked. 

“Matty, did I say you could do that?” You reach out for one of the glasses of wine and take a sip. 

“Fuck darlin’ I need it,” his hand hasn't stopped.

“No you don’t. Not yet. I know how much you can take.” He stops.

You hardly ever take control like this. Normally, if there is a power imbalance, he’s the one telling you what to do so you can let go and just not think, letting him take care of you. He always does. Orgasm after orgasm until you’re sore and bruised and your legs can’t hold you. Only once have you had to use your safeword, he’d made you come so many times that your vision went starry and you passed out. His mouth was unrelenting in its goal and he was so focused on making you come, over and over and over again he hadn’t realised that you were in danger. So you’d squeezed his arm and muttered “red” only just loud enough and next thing you knew you were waking up. You’d only passed out for a few seconds, but since that night he’d been so much more gentle, you wanted to show him that he doesn’t have to be. That you want it to be intense and needy and you want to whine for him. So you’ll make him do it first. “Here baby, drink some, and get in the shower for me,” you hand him the glass of wine. He downs it like he’s never had a liquid touch his lips before. “Eager?” He nods at you. “In the shower then.” 

He kisses the top of your head as he walks past to get into the shower. You take off your clothes and join him in the shower. 

“Hi gorgeous,” His hands are on your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. He can have this indulgence, mainly because you want it too. His lips are soft and the water is falling down his face and into both of your mouths every time they open back up. You’re making out like teenagers and it’s messy and heavy and your breath is getting heavier. It’s only when he moves his hand to grab your bum that you snap out of it. 

“Nuh uh. I never said you could do that.” His eyes are full of lust and longing, more desperate than before. His cock is red and swollen. 

“Sorry, can’t blame me though. You are irresistible.” 

“Trust me, you’re only making it harder for yourself Matty. On your knees.” The shower has a seat built in that you can sit on at the edge, so you perch yourself and spread your legs, letting him see how wet you are. The tile is cold on your thighs, and you let out a little gasp. You run your hands down your body as he gets to his knees. He goes to grab your thighs, spread you wider for him, before he can lower his mouth to your pussy, but you stop him. 

“Ah ah Matthew, no touching. You get to watch.” His jaw involuntarily opens, like he’s about to protest but thinks better of it. “So well behaved for me.” You lean forward to grab his chin and pull him in for a bruising kiss. He moans into your mouth and you smirk. 

The tile is cold on your back as your fingers wander down your body, teasingly pinching your nipples and moaning for him. He’s gripping his thighs tight enough to leave bruises, his stomach practically caving in as he leans closer to you, within the rules, but as close as he can get. He’s desperate to taste you, not too far away from begging you. 

Your fingers move to your pussy, teasing yourself, circling your clit slowly. You’re so wet, and you can already feel your release building in your lower stomach. Matty’s arm is moving over himself, he’s about to touch himself. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warn him, followed by a moan. 

“Fuck,” his hips are starting to move, looking for some sort of friction for his aching cock. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you’re watching his reactions to what you’re doing. His cock is stood so painfully hard, the tiniest bit of precum starting to come out the top. Good, he’s close. to where you want him.

“I’m thinking about how much I want to taste you. How hot you are doing this. How mean you are for making me wait,” 

“Oh, I’m mean now am I? I’m letting you watch, letting you hear me.” Your finger brushes your clit just right, throwing your head back and moaning, a little exaggerated but definitely real. 

You make him wait, just another few minutes, his breathing is getting heavier and eventually he groans in pain. Your orgasm is so close and he can tell. 

“Let me taste you? I want to feel you come around my face,” his words send shocks down to your stomach and you get even wetter. Slipping two fingers inside yourself. He groans watching them disappear. 

“Imagine it’s your fingers baby. I am. How good you feel when you’re in me…” You pull your fingers out, they’re not enough anyway. You need him. You sit up and hold your fingers close to his face, spreading them out, so he can see just how wet you are. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” 

He obeys. You let out a chuckle of satisfaction at how eager he is.

Laying your middle finger on his tongue, he wraps his lips wrap around it. He’s sucking and licking and swallowing around you. You remove it with a pop.

“Want me to come on your face?” He nods. “Use your words Matty.” 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please,” 

“There's my good boy.”

He’s looking up at you through his eyelashes, big puppy dog eyes. Eyes you are struggling to not just give everything to immediately. God you are in love with this man. 

You lean in to kiss him again, tasting yourself on his tongue as you do. Musky and sweet and cig’s and coffee and him. Your hands are in his hair, pulling on the dark curls you’d begged him to grow out trying to drag him closer to your body. When you pull away from this kiss he whimpers. 

“Please, I need you. Wanna fill you up. Wanna make a baby in there,” he puts one of his hands on your stomach to emphasise his point. 

“Make me cum Matty and I’ll see how I feel,” his lips are feverish and brutal with lack of control as his hand makes its way from your stomach to your pussy. Gently stroking you, teasing you, before moving it to your thigh making you ache for him more than you thought possible. 

“Matty…” it’s a warning. "Behave."

“Gonna be so good for you. I promise,” he breathes out before pushing your legs apart and diving into your wetness. 

The first lick sets your body on fire. You thought you were already turned on, as wet as you could possibly ever be. You were wrong. His tongue pulls mewls from you, but he wants screams. Flicking it over your clit, he’s steady and rhythmic and trying to build you up brick by brick so you can fall from height into bliss, calling his name. 

And when you do, you grip his head with your thighs and feel him gasping for air, moaning against your wet thigh as he plants small kisses on the soft and sticky flesh. 

“Did I say stop?” You're still panting and you’re sensitive, but you need to show him it’s okay, you want him to push you to your limits again. To make you see stars again.

“You sure?” His chin is glistening with your wetness and all you can think about it how much better he would look right now if you couldn’t see the bottom half of his face at all.

“Don’t question me. Just do it.” You grab his hair and push him back to your clit. 

It hurts in a good way when his tongue starts lapping at you. You hold the eye contact with him as he brings his fingers up to your soaked entrance, pushing two in so fucking slowly. You groan at the feeling. Holding his head, you move your hips. Fucking yourself on him. He reaches up to your chest with his spare hand and pinches one of your nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before pulling at it gently. You have to stop yourself from whimpering and letting some of your power go because it feels that good. 

It’s so much better when it’s his hands compared to your own. You’re already closer than you were when you started earlier. You know it’s not going to take you long and you're almost grateful because the sooner you do, the sooner he’ll be inside you, fucking you, and filling you up with his cum. 

“So close, you’re doing so well for me baby. Right there, keep doing that. Fuck. So good for me. Shit Matty. Oh my god,” he continues exactly the way you want, renewed energy from the praise. Expletives and calls to deity's you don't even believe in escaping your lips.

It doesn’t take long before your legs squeeze around him again, your breath holds and you come undone for the second time. His hand slowly removes from you so he can grab your hips and dig his fingers into you. Matty’s lapping your cum up from your entrance. His tongue dips inside as his nose brushes your clit. It’s achy and the shooting pleasure that you had, when you made him keep going last time, is slightly too much like pain for it to feel good right then. 

“Stop,” he takes one last lick and kisses your inner thigh. “You did so good for me baby. Well done." You hold him to your chest for a minute, letting both of your breathing normalise a bit. "Do you wanna stand up now?” He’s slightly shaky as he gets up and his kneecaps are red and lined from the shape of the tiles. That’s gonna hurt tomorrow. He’s standing under the water, head tipped back, cock hard between his legs and pressing against his stomach, precum now dripping down the side. You touch along his length, collecting the salty liquid on the tips of your fingers. His eyes snap to yours as he lets out a satisfied groan when you move your hand to your entrance and rub his cum in with what’s left of your own. 

“Think I’m gonna need a bit more than that to make a baby, don’t you?” His cock is twitching against him and his hands are balled into fists by his sides. “That wasn’t rhetorical Matty. Answer me.”

“Yeah you will,” he whimpers.

“Do you think you can do that for me Matty? Give me all your cum? Help me make a baby?” With each new question you move closer to him. Standing up, hands clasped behind his head, mouth on his torso sucking and nibbling a purple bruise at the top of his abs. 

“Please let me do that. Please let me god I wanna fill you so bad, it hurts baby. I need you.” 

“I love it when you beg,” Your hand is on his cock, giving it torturously slow strokes, you rub your thumb over the tip and his knees nearly give way. His head rests on your shoulder, face buried in your wet hair at your neck.

“Please. I need to be inside you.” it’s muffled but you can hear the whining in his voice. 

“Sit down.” You kiss the top of his head and stand in between his legs. “You’re not allowed to come until I let you. Say it back.” He looks up into your eyes, clearly excited but nervous and a little bit in pain. 

“I’m not allowed to come until you let me,” it’s whispered. You move so that your knees are on either side of him hovering over his cock. You haven’t told him but you need him too. 

“You can touch me now, wherever you want,” he moves his hands to your hips, they’re rough but gentle with how they guide you onto his cock. “I wanna hear you, use your words yeah?”

“Shit, yeah of course. I love it when you’re like this, it’s so sexy. You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans against your chest as you sink down onto him halfway. You need more but you want to tease him too badly. “Oh my god please. I need more. You can’t just stop there.” You pull off him and his face contorts into a mask of incredulity. He cannot believe you did that. Grabbing his face with one hand, and pulling his hair with the other you force his head back. He’s shocked at how physical you’re being with him, but the jump in his dick tells you he likes it, more than likes it. 

“I can do what I like. Tell me who’s in charge here baby.” 

“You. I’m sorry. You are.” He swallows around nothing.

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll just make you wait longer to come.” The wine and orgasms and the steam are clouding your head a little now, it’s giving you more confidence than earlier. Matty seems to like it at the very least. 

You lower yourself fully, all at once taking him in, letting him bottom out and giving yourself a second to adjust before you rise up again, almost all the way off but not quite. You set a slow pace, something you know will get him wound up, wanting to fuck into you. He has to resist it. His mouth is on your chest, sucking bruises on your breasts. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s bitten you when you’ve rolled your hips and fluttered around his cock. 

You’ve lost track of how long it’s been now, the water is starting to feel cooler. You’ve made yourself cum twice more just from riding him, brushing your clit on him just right every time you lowered. 

He’s sweating. It’s not the steam from the shower that’s running down the side of his face. You point your tongue and lick the sweat up, it’s salty on your tongue and he groans at the feeling. 

“I’m gonna explode. Please, I need you to go faster. Please. Icantdoitanymore,” his words come out too fast at the end as his chest heaves, like he’s about to cry in frustration. 

You can feel the dominance starting to slip. You don’t want it to but you don't actually want him to cry, and honestly you need him so badly you don’t actually care anymore.

“It’s okay. You’ve done so well. So good for me. My perfect man. I need you too, need to feel you come inside me. Please Matty,” Each praise followed with a kiss somewhere on his face or neck, until you get to his mouth and beg for him against his lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head fall to his shoulder. You’re exhausted and achy and fucked out, but you need him to come.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I’m.. umm, I’m gonna go fast and hard, am I allowed to? I need it. Need you to move for me though darlin’.” He’s not quite out of the submissive frame of mind, but he’s realising you’re both struggling. 

“Yes, you’re allowed. Please Matty.” 

He moves your knees to wrap around him as he fucks up into you. His hands on your arse, nails digging in. He’s rutting into you hard and fast, using you the way you need him to. 

“God…I love you so much. Need to fill you up so badly. Need to put a baby in you, been dreaming about getting you all pregnant again,” that particular confession surprises you but you store it in the back of your mind to bring up in another, less hazy, time.

“Yesss Matty. Need to feel you. Want to feel you dripping out of me,”

“Not gonna let it. Needs to stay inside of you where it belongs. Gonna get you all big and round and everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. Filled with my baby,” His hips are beginning to falter. When you suddenly come again and you feel that familiar dizziness that makes you feel like you’re not real for a moment, just a being floating in an infinite cosmos of things that don’t really matter in the grand scheme.

The orgasm makes your pussy flutter around his cock, and you know that it’s about to be the end. You lean away from him, hands on his shoulders so you can see his face as he comes inside of you. The floaty feeling makes him seem ethereal. The moan he lets out is perfect and it belongs to you now, in your little high infinity. He tries to ride it out and continue moving inside you, but his thighs are achy and you can see the tiredness in his face. He stills and stays there, pushing you further down onto him so you’re as full as you can be. You can feel his cum being pushed further into you as you are lowered all the way. It feels exactly right.

You look down to see the mess between you and reach with your finger tips. Yours and his cum. Together. Your fingers play with it feeling its consistency, before licking it off. He reaches for your hand and sucks the other fingers clean.

"We taste good."

His hands are on your face. Finger tips tracing around the landmarks your features create. Over your eyebrows, lashes, the bridge of your nose, cupids bow, the tip of your chin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finally says, eyes spaced out and his cheeks bright red. He looks down at your belly as though he can see through and into you. “I hope the next one has your eyes.” 

The water had run cold before you could even properly shower. So you both sat on a towel on the bathroom floor, you in between his legs, waiting for it to heat back up for a bit. You’d turned some quiet music on and opened a second bottle of wine to drink naked and in each other's arms. He pressed kisses into the side of your neck as he rubbed your belly. 

“Do you think we did it?”

“I don’t know baby, but I know we’ll have fun trying.” 

5 and 12 from the questions? ☺️

5 - do I have any merch - yes , I’ve got the at there very best cap , a self titled hoodie , a notes hoodie , and the still at there very best T-shirt (from TRSMT ), there are extra things that I wanna get , I wanna buy a record player so I can collect all the vinyls and then for shits and gigs me and my bf wanna get the rolling papers 😂 , but then I wanna get anything I can

And the songs that mean stuff to me rn - 1) number one is always gunna be Nana, for kinda the same reason as Matty but it’s not about my Nana but About my Parents cuz both of my parents have passed away and that song is just sooo angelic and I feel every word of it

Then

(This isn’t usually one but rn )- Is there somebody who can watch you - Ik matty wrote it about his brother or for his brother when he left - and my baby cousin (not to so much baby he’s 18 but he’s my little one you know ) , is moving from the Uk to America for school this month and I’m happy for him but scared at the same time and I really hope he has a great time .

Then lastly Ballad of Me and My Brain - FOR OBVIOUS REASONS 😊😍🥰😊😍🥰

Hey guys it’s me ,

I hope everyone who has been reading Heart Out has been having a lovely time reading it and enjoys it, I’m really struggling with the next chapter it just doesn’t seem to be flowing , I know I send out a couple a week, but I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be getting one out this week. I’m so sorry if your waiting BUT what I can do for you while you wait is do some BLURBS OR IDEAS that you all may have , if you do have anything you’d like me to hash out or give blurbs for let me know and I’ll get them written for you.

IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ARE ALL GIVING IT SO MUCH LOVE AND ITS SOOOO APPRECIATED ❤️❤️

Thank you again

Dylan 💥

cap!matty, you are so special to me.

Chapter 20

Word count : 2942

I think I may actually adore this chapter it’s adorable and everything about it is just so awkward and cute and fluffy , no warning needed , I hope you enjoy it

Matty's POV

I don't take my phone out again until I get up stairs after having a small conversation with my mum about how work was, I said I'd be more open with her so telling her that I got a little stressed but made my way through it is being open right, she gave me a hug and told me to get some sleep because we're going to try to get me back into school tomorrow even if it's just for one lesson , which I made sure to tell her I'll go in all day I'm not "that broken".

Once I open my phone again I notice that there's a small message from George only emojis of the phone , so I text him with a smile on my face "someone is needy tonight huh 🤣", I throw my

Phone onto my bed and strip my shirt and look around for my rucksack because I really need to study and it's not that late so I could do a little bit tonight. I riffle through my rucksack and find my English work because that will bring me the least amount of stress. I pull the work out of my rucksack and place them on my desk then the text alert comes through my phone and I smile to myself and blush when I see it's from George the knot in my stomach that I feel tightens everytime I get a message from him

"Only for you 😉, so can we?", God , this man , Jesus , Im constantly in awe of him all the time, This smile I'm currently sporting never seems to leave my face when I'm talking to him, I bring my phone over to my desk and take a seat as I type my reply

"I really have to study tonight darlin" , I place my phone back down as I hear the sending tone go through, and open my textbook preparing to read through everything I've gone over through the last few years. Without even a second to read it a Snapchat message comes through. This time a picture message from George, he's just sat there at his desk I believe , with his bottom lip perturding outwards, like he's sulking, so I send him the same picture back captioned "don't be like that darlin , I can call you once I've finished" . He reads it instantly so I don't put my phone down and watch his little icon appear on in the corner , even his icon is cute the reply comes through instantaneously

"How long will that be then?", I roll my eyes at this message , affectionately though I have no issue with it it's precious really. So I send back telling him that I shouldn't be too long it all depends how long it takes for me to pull my hair out but also ask what he's being so needy tonight. "I just miss you Matty"

"I miss you too darlin , how about we call but you gotta be quiet while I study , can you do that for me?" , I smile again as I see his little icon pop back up in the corner with and immediate

"YES THAT I CAN DO"

"Go ahead then but shush okay", at this I wait for his call to come through and start going over my last analysis of "The death of a salesmen" text. It takes no less than a second for his call to come through when I answer his face is beaming he's smiling to brightly "heya love"

"Hiya Darlin" , I smile at him before I get myself stuck into my work, I understand he's want to talk but I really need to get in the headspace of studying , as I'm studying I hear tapping from his end his Xbox remote in hand and I want to ask him what he's playing but I shake my head to get myself to concentrate and get back to my book, I've gone over this thing a million times I know it forwards , backwards and sideways but I can do English so if I know it all properly I have a better chance at passing at least one exam you know. After a further ten minutes of reading over the script. I feel like I'm being watched "darlin your starin"

"Nah I ain't" , I look up at him and he is indeed staring, looking at me like I'm the only human in the world that's ever existed

"You most definitely are"

"Aren't you supposed to be studying, sounds like your the one talking, you asked me to be quiet you didn't say I couldn't watch you" , he's smiling at me again looking like such a cheeky fucker that he is

"Alright fine, but stop distracting me okay?, play your game alright" , I sit and watch him smirk at me while he continues clicking away at his game , which gets me to continue with my studying , making notes about all the metaphors and symbolism throughout the text , for a while we just get our stuff done just living in our own worlds but with each other company, when he got bored of his game I'm pretty sure he left for a while but came back with the biggest bowl I've ever seen but I tried to not let him know I noticed he was gone because I'm supposed to be concentrating but I keep finding myself zoning out and just watching him doing his own thing , this last about half an hour just working away at my desk before I zone out completely and find myself just staring at the wall infront of me.

"You tryna shot lasers out your eyes there Matty?" , his voice cracking through the screen startled me out of my day dream

"Huh!", pulling me out of my day dream I shake my head again a little as my hair bounces and look at him just staring at me giggling. "Sorry was just daydreaming"

He puts his bowl into his desk and turn to look at me properly "what you studying , maybe I could help you stay focused?". I roll my eyes and giggle at him again

"I'm doing English, I would be concentrating fine but my heads still banging , and I can't fuckin read it properly cuz I ain't wearing my glasses and can't find my contacts"

"Why aren't you wearing them love, your heads gunna hurt if your straining your eyes"

"I hate them, they just make light lighter and that hurts my eyes so either way somethings gunna hurt", sighing I hold my head in my hands again and shove my books away from my view. "I'll finish it another time, how are feeling anyway darlin?"

"Yeh I'm doing alright", he picks up his bowl again shovelling noodles into his mouth waiting for himself to finish then he continues on "my dads doing my head in now though", that fact that he's really enjoying those noodles makes me smile,I make a mental note to remember that if he's ever here to make sure I have some.

"Why's that Darlin?", just watching him talking about what's bothering him and not being able to just be there for him, he told me about how he hadn't gone to school that day and his dad was just on his back about it really making him not want to go even more. Which I get because I hate it when you get told to do something repeatedly. "I'm sorry Darlin , is there anything I can do to help?"

"No love it's okay , just being here in your company is help enough", I know what it can be like and I understand where he's coming from, I just feel so calm when I'm around him , is that codependency already maybe , but I don't want to change it. "I've wanted to talk to you all day, and just hearing your voice has made the day so much better Matty honestly"

"We spoke earlier darlin , are you sure your okay?", I could get used to needy George so long as it doesn't mean he's upset, I adore this boy more than anything. After asking my question I get up from my seat stretching my legs and it relaxes me so much once all my muscles are stretched out. Picking up my books to return them to my rucksack and come back to the seat. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time which makes me smile.

He's smiling again and cheeks blushed because he knows I caught him "yeh love I'm alright , I...I don't ...I just wanted to hear your voice again....after earlier I suppose...I just feel a little needy right now is all"

"Can I talk to you about earlier actually?", I don't want him to think I wasn't enjoying it as much as he was because Jesus I was but there's a lot going on with me and I need to be sure that he understands "but don't worry about it, I just need to explain stuff."

"Sure thing love , what's up"

"Well , first off please don't think I wasn't as interested as you because , yes I did I want too like really wanted too but um...I was on all these meds for stuff and it just messed me up a little, just made it hard for anything to work...my labido has been kinda none existent for a while , but , but uh , man I don't know what I'm saying, I wanna try with you"

"I didn't think you weren't interested love , you had work and I was just feeling the way I was , don't feel like you have to be that way with me every-time I do", he's moving his hands around like people do when there having an awkward conversation "I'm interested in you but I'd never force sexual stuff on you"

"But..but I...I want too, like I really want too", I'm blushing due to the nature of the conversation and the honesty but also because of how precious his little face is.

"We'll we can , when your ready love, just let me know" , he's got the biggest smile plastered on his face and he looks amazing "you know ...you never have to explain anything to me love..I just wanna be around all the time"

I nod at him while I pick up my laptop and take it over to my bed yawning, I remove my shirt and slip into bed getting cosy. Today has been so busy my muscles are stiff and being in bed really helps me relax.

"Are you tired love ?, I can go if you'd like?" , he still looks wide awake and I swear he's got other things to be getting on with instead of looking after me right , but I just don't want him to go.

"I'm tired yeh but I'm not going to sleep yet, you can stay if you like , but if you've got other stuff to do, then your allowed to go"

"No , I don't want to go yet , I just don't want to keep you awake", he mirrors my actions gets himself into bed "we can watch something if you'd like"

"Oh, oh , oh, have you seen game of thrones , we can watch that if you want", I'm sure everyone has seen that show by now but I love it and the world it surrounds amazes me

"I have seen bits of it yeh , We can watch anything you like love, want me to screen share or can you do it ?", he looks so cute wrapped up in all those darn blankets he has on his bed and it makes me smile and totally forget to answer "Matty?"

"Huh!" , I release my gaze from his face for a second and try to gather what he had asked "oh sorry um yeh , no , um I'll do it", I pull my laptop closer to me to work the screen , while I'm typing away getting the show ready I can see him in the corner of my screen just staring. This in turn makes me blush and roll my eyes "your doing it again", with that I pull up Netflix and share it with him getting ready to play.

"I can't say I know what your talking about love" , we both settle down smiling like madmen and blushing as the title screen plays. The theme tunes send me into a complete other dimension I swear and I love it so much. It makes my smile so much bigger , which makes him giggle "someone's a little obsessed with this ain't they"

"Shush it's playing", he smiles at me again a big toothy grin this time and rolls his eyes. But does start paying attention to it. His eyes grow wide at a few point when something unexpected happens. I get overly excited at certain parts asking him if he understands what's going on which he replies with a nod as if to say he's heard me but isn't listening also he's engrossed and I swear it's amazing. We steal a few glances every now and then and blushing like teenage girls when we catch the other doing it. When the first one ends I ask if he wants to watch the next one which he gladly accepts, midway through the next one I see his eyes start to drop slightly as our mine "Darlin you still with me?"

"Mhm", he shakes his head a little and rubs his eyes trying to look more awake as he continues watching, his eyes still slowly dropping every few moments

"Darlin, we can watch this tommrow if you like, your tired ", I pause the episode and wait for him to reply as I yawn myself.

"I was enjoy it though" . He pours at me like a petulant child hoping I'd continue to play it but I can't keep him up and we both need sleep

"We can come back to it tommrow Darlin get your head down and we can get some sleep yeh?"

"Okay then if you say so". He moves his laptop to the other side of his bed so he can get properly comfortable in bed and lays down on his pillow his eyes shutting almost instantly "goodnight love" he blows me a kiss and turns over.

"Good night darlin" , I watch his back rise and fall for a little while hopefully he's asleep because I really need to talk to Ross. Once he's sure I'm asleep. I pick up my phone and send Ross a quick text to check if he's awake "DEFCON 5 ROSS , DEFCON 5". I move my laptop onto the other side of my bed also and sit up a little bit. A text from Ross doesn't take to long to come back "call me then dickhead"

I quickly pull him up on the offer and click the call button and bring the phone to my ear and start biting my nails while I wait for him to answer which doesn't take to long to come through.

"What's up ?" , he sounds a little groggy like I awoke him up.

"Did I wake you ?"

"No I'm just tired but I was on call with John and saw your message and thought I should call you", told you hes a fuckin gem "so what's up Matty?"

"I think I'm down bad Ross , like really down bad" , I continue bitting on my nails which makes the senatnce come out a little mumbled but he still catches onto what I'm saying.

"For George?", the fact that Ross remembers his name is a good start.

"Mhm" is all I can muster up the strength to say right now.

"What do you want me to do about it. I don't know him, Just talk to him Matty, he's seems like a good bloke"

"But how do I tell him"

"With your words Matty , you know use your voice box that thing that I've never known for you to close since I met you , you numpty" , I roll my eyes at this response because it's the most Ross response I have ever heard to a question

"But what do I say I meant , you dickead"

"Just tell him you like him or something I don't know"

"Much help Ross much help"

"Man honestly just go for it, if he makes you happy just let him know , I'm made up for you lad but you need to take the steps for yourself and I'm sure if he's a grand bloke he'll like you too why shouldn't he?"

"I don't know , he seems to like me but I'm scared it's to early"

"It might be , but all you can do is talk it through bro its can't go too wrong right ?"

"I'll try , anyway, I'll let you get back to your lover man ey , don't do anything I wouldn't yeh?" , I can physically feel him rolling his eyes at me.

"Ha-ha , very funny , but alright lad , I'll see you tommrow yeh?, and we can talk about it tommrow"

"Alright see ya"

"See you tommrow lad" , we both hand up and i through my phone into charge after I sent my alarm for school, with this I lay down properly and pull my blanket up to my chin to feel the warmth engulf me and I go back to watching George's back rise and fall . Which helps lul me to sleep. But what I didn't realise was while I was having Thai conversation George wasn't fully asleep yet and heard everything and was just laying there with the biggest grin on his face.

List of “those seconds before the living breath is kissed out of you” prompts 

Staring into their eyes and wondering if it’s about to happen

The way your faces are so close to each other’s, and you’re not sure if anyone’s going to make the move

The pad of their thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards a little; the hitch in your breath when their eyes flicker from your lips to meeting your eyes

“I wanna…” they say, leaning in a little, breath ghosting your lips

The way your heart beats out of your chest when the distance between you both is getting less and less

“Can I?” they question, tilting your chin up

They’re giving you that look, asking you non-verbally, “Do you want to risk it all right now?”

The way they inch closer to you, finger tips touching yours; holds your hand in theirs and pulls you closer

“I think I wanna… Do you wanna?” 

That slight nod you give before their lips are pressing against yours