Chapter 2 Of Menswear

@the1975attheirverybest here we go

Felt this was a necessity

Thanks for the tag @ros3chu

1 She’s American - The 1975 🇺🇸

2 Menswear - The 1975 🕴️

3 London Boy - Taylor Swift 🇬🇧

4 Johanna - Jamie Campbell Bower ✂️

5 Spinning - No Rome , The 1975 and Charli XCX 😵‍💫

6 M.O.N.E.Y- The 1975 💰

7 Ex-Wife’s - SIX cast 💍

8 Dancings not a Crime - Panic 🕺🏻

9 Looking for Somebody ( to love)- The 1975 💪

10 Cheating - Michael Aldag 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Tags

1 @justanamesstuff

2 @bookish-strawberry

3 @medeas-chariot

4 @the1975attheirverybest

5 @alwaysanagelneveragod

6 @squishysoupy

7 @tillthelandslide

8 @trumanblackout

9 @footprint-in-the-snow

10 @abiiors

tagged by @dolcevenus777 to do 10 songs, 10 people <3

songs:

kinda outta luck - lana del rey

valerie - the weeknd

lolita - lana del rey

in the night - the weeknd

hollywood - lana del rey

fishtail - lana del rey

bloodline - ariana grande

buy the stars - marina

dealer - lana del rey

orange trees - marina

(you can tell that lana has taken over my playlist💀)

people: @girlbloggerinterrupted777 @iconnnnnn @iheartcarlgrimes1 @fl0raldreams @augustinaas @aspendoll @porcelaindoll333 @esotericalfawn @coppolagraveyard @balletbambi777 (no pressure 🫶🏻)

What is this another installation already had a bit of inspo

Word count 3737(so beautiful)

Mentions of : weed, this chapter also contains smut it’s very awkward but sweet, slightly Subby matty and slightly domgeorge but only if you squint , aftercare AND JUST OUTRIGHT CUTENESS

Warnings : Smut and Weed

George's POV

"George you're as good as me darlin"

As Matty got up to lock his door he pulled the hoodie off placing it on the dresser beside the door and was starting to unbutton his shirt on the way back. "Is this okay?" , I couldn't take my eyes off of him and I nod frantically. He reached the end of the bed and tossed his shirt off in a different direction "can you take yours off for me darlin ?, or would you like me to do it"

"Come ere and do it for me babe", Matty climbed up onto the bed straddling my lap pushing his hands under the hem of my top as my hands connect with his chest and his breath hitches. "Your so fuckin handsome Matty , I swear". My shirt slipping off over my head and Mattys mouth connected back onto my neck , I slid my hands  from his chest down his sides to his hips and under his jeans taking hold of his butt "Bab...Baby, Can I ...Can I take ..your jeans off?", I couldn't help the stutter as I was talking , his teeth took hold of my pulse point and he was just nibbling along my neck. I could feel him nod against my neck as his hair tickled my face but I took a hold of his chin raising his face to look at me "I need you to say the words handsome".

"Ye..Yes you can darlin", He sat up for me and guided my hands to the front of his jeans as I unbuttoned them, I could feel his hard on through the fabric as I poped the button open. "George, I've never done this with a Guy, how ..how do we uh..or I mean what...Sorry I don't know what I'm asking"

"I haven't either , we can learn together babe" , I slowly pulled the waistband off his boxers back and then let it spring back softly. "Can I touch you?" , I felt him shudder under my touch and his eyes gloss over.

"Please" , Mattys hips pushed forward just enough so my hands brushed over his erection and I heard him groan and it sent a jolt of arousal through me. I again went to pull the front of his boxers down and slowly pulled everything all the way down as he helped get himself out of his jeans. My eyes scanned his body , and I couldn't help but stare at his dick , it was hard and the tip was red.

"Wow , how long have you uh ..."

"Not long don't worry , but it's all for you George", he leaned down and kissed me his tongue pushing through and I groaned into it but I stopped for a second

"Baby that looks painful"

"No George please I just need you to touch me please, these meds I'm on I know I won't last long, I just , just need your hands on me , please George" Matty guides my hand right to his dick and I wrap my hand around it and I begin to pump him slowly "That's it... yes ...shit that's it", That comment gives me the confidence to continue pumping him with one hand and the other comes to the back of his head pulling him down into a deep , breathless kiss. As I'm pumping him Matty starts grinding into me rolling his hips right against me causing me to groan into the kiss, he just continues to kiss me slowly from my mouth back down to my neck his hands grasping onto my shoulders. "George....can you ...can you go faster baby".

I whisper "as you wish handsome" and I pump him faster as he also grinds faster. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel him against me "Oh baby, you feel so good doing that, please don't stop"

His grip gets tighter on my shoulders as his dick twitches and he latches onto my neck with his teeth. "Arghh ...I ca...George keep going please..I'm close" ,

"Matty, lay down for me" , he stops momentarily to look at me. "I wanna taste you baby", he grinds down on me one last time and we both moan into a kiss as he lays down pulling me with him. "Your gunna be the death of me Matty seriously" . I start leaving wet kisses all the way down his body being sure to swipe my tongue over his nipples. And taking extra care to kiss along his happy trail. "I'm going to suck you off now okay" , I look up him through my eyelashes and I could see his back arch as his head is pushing into the pillows

"Yes , Oh my god , yes", his hands find there way to my hair and pull on my roots roughly and it feels amazing. I wrap my lips around his dick feeling the stretch of my lips as I go all the way down slowly. Feeling the head of his dick hit the back of my throat makes me moan around him and Matty's hands pull on my hair harder. "Shit ...George please". I swirl my tongue around his tip as I pull back up and I pull off with a pop. I rest my head on his thigh for a second. The whine that escaped his mouth was angelic

"Please what love"

"Please don't stop...I was so close just then George...I swear you're teasing me" , the look on his face was devine, his eyes were hooded and there was barley any brown left in them, there was a sheen of sweat across his hairline and his lips were red and swollen.

"Anything for you baby", I got right back to sucking him off, my own erection was pulsing in my jogger and I had to touch myself. The hand that ain't holding Matty's hips slide down my body and into my own jeans and I begin pumping myself at the same pace I'm sucking Matty at. The moment my hands connect with myself I moan around Matty's dick again and I felt it twitch in my mouth

"Baby...arghh...I'm...I thi...I'm gunna cum , please....can I" , his breath is coming out ragged and he's moaning my name. I nod around him as my hand begins to get faster around myself and I know I'm not going to last long, I keep moaning around him and I feel his hot thick ropes explode in my mouth as his hole body tenses under me and he groans my name. I pull of him quite fast and I sit up on my knees as I pump myself faster

"Matty, I need you, please", Matty’s hand ever so softly takes hold of me and we jerk me off together I double over as I feel my orgasm coming "oh my god .... Yes... that's it ...I'm cumming" , I explode over both of our hands and immediately fall to his side as we both try to catch our breath , both of our chests heaving rapidly "Wow ...that was definitely something ....Jesus Matty".

"You can say that again ...Jesus Christ", Matty rolls over to face me and begins to trailing his hands down my chest "we need to clean up then get some dinner cuz I'm starving", we both giggle at that and I get up

"I'll be right back sweetheart", I come back with some tissue and a glass of water and place the glass beside him then carefully wipe off any residue of my cum off his chest. "Want me to help you get dressed sweetheart" , I ask as I pick up my t-shirt and pull it back on.

"Sure", Matty sits up against the headboard as I make my way over to pick up the hoodie from the chair where he left it and his jeans from the floor. "Boxers are in the top drawer ", I also get some boxers for him and make my way back over

"Arms up", He raises his arms up over his head as I pull the hoodie over him, his face pops through the top and I kiss his nose and ruffle his hair. It makes us both chuckle again. "Stand up for me and put your hands on my shoulder" , he does so and steps into his boxers as I hold them out for him and he does the same with his jeans. I pull him into a soft lingering kiss I can't help but smile into it. "Let's go get some food yeh!"

"Yeh , OH I got you noodles" , he looks so excited as he tells me this and it makes me smile and take his hand as we leave his room

"Did you really?"

"Yeh, your always eating them on call, guessed you liked them , so I got loads", he's so fuckin cute sometimes and it really impressed me that he remembers the little things.

When we get down to the kitchen his mum is sitting on the bar stool at the breakfast bar and she smiles as we come in hand-in-hand "Hi boys, how are you doing", we watched her take a sip of he coffee and smile over the rim. "Next time Matty try make sure no-one is in next time you need to be doing that stuff , your dad took Lou out on a walk", the blush that creeped up Matty's face was a sight to see.

"Sorry Mum", We awkwardly shuffle over to the cupboard letting go of each other hands and Matty starts getting the noodles ready to heat up. I tentatively take a seat next to his mum.

"So, this is George am I correct", his mum extends her hand to me and I take it giving it a simple shake as she tells me that her name is Denise and she's very happy to meet the boy that has helped Matty out a lot recently. She asks us if we had any plans for the rest of the night since it’s about 8 o’clock and we’d been upstairs since we got in and as Matty is handing me the noodles he mentions that he wants to go up to the skatepark for a while after we’ve eaten. I spot Denise give Matty a look , I sense some tension but I don’t say anything. Although Matty does reassure her that everything will be fine as he shovels noodles in his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days “please dont worry Denise , I’ll look after him”

“Thank you love” , Denise smiles at us both and leaves, I smile up at Matty he’s really enjoying those noodles.

“So what happened at the skate park I could sense some tension”, Matty shrugs and looks around.

“Nothing happened , it’s just cuz it’s late and she doesn’t want me going out late because you know , dealers and stuff”, The noodles that he picked out where exactly the type that I buy all the time I don’t know how he could have known these were the ones I liked, I nod along with what he said because I get where his mum is coming from, and we sit in a peaceful silence for a while. Until Matty gets up and bins the pot that the noodles where in and climbs up onto the cabinet like literally climbs. It makes me lose myself in laughter.

“What are you doing dingus?” , he freezes as he grabs something from the cupboard on the top shelf and looks at me sheepishly.

“Just getting some stuff to roll a joint with for the park, I keep it up here so Lou can’t get it”, I’m still lost in laughs but I nod along and agree with him, I finish my noodles and stand with him as we roll a joint together, as I’m watching him do it I notice that he rolls his the opposite way to mine and I ask him if he’s left handed which he says yes to and smiles as he sticks the joint behind his ear and wrap his arms around my waist while I finish rolling mine

“You ready ?”

“Just let me grab our shoes, I’ll run and get yours, do you have a specific pair you want” , he informs me that he doesn’t mind so long as it’s a pair of vans , so I jog upstairs grabbing my red converse and a pair of black and white checkered vans from Matty’s shoewrack and I notice the rabbit hat on his dresser and pick that up too, Matty is stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me and I pull the hat over his head and cover his eyes and hand him his shoes

“Hey I can’t see at the best of times, this is very mean”, he adjust the hat on his head as we both sit on the bottom step pulling our shoes on, another difference I notice is where I tie my laces , Matty doesn’t he just simply tucks the laces into his shoes and jumps back up dusting his jeans off “ready?”

“Yeh”

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Matty’s POV

I didn’t bring my boards with us but once we reached the skatepark it was empty so I bet George that I could beat him to the top of the halfpipe, we let each others hand go and we bolt over ti the graffiti covered concrete of the halfpipe , George quickly pulls himself up, leaving me to struggle (I’m not very strong), After a couple of seconds he offers me a hand and he pulls me up. Our legs are dangling off the edge as he pulls me into him. I’m leaning on his shoulder for a second until I decide to flop down laying on my side and put my head in his lap.

“I think I won that one sweet one”, I just mumble a quick “mhm” and I feel myself fully relax into him. “What we doing here then my love?”, I pull the joint from behind my ear and search around in my pocket for my lighter , finally sparking up when I find it watching the ember glow

“Just wanted to smoke under the stars in peace with you and I wanted to ask you something without prying eyes”, I quickly pass George my lighter watching his joint light up under the moon light. He nods as he inhales , I mirror him before exhaling the smoke and smile up at him.

As he exhaled his smoke I watch him smile back, “Ask away love”, he leans back slightly leaning on one arm while the other removes the joint from his lips as he watches me thinking through what I want to ask. I close my eyes and I take another drag before asking.

“Well you know how we’ve known each other for nearly a month now , and we clearly like each other yeh ?” , I watch George just nod at me before I continued. “And now that we’ve met , I feel this mad connection with you, like I guess I already felt it , like even from our first conversation I could feel it”, again I pause as we both take another drag watching each other just enjoy the piece although George mouth a yes at me as the smoke leaves his mouth. “I was wondering , If you uh maybe wanted to officially, I don’t know be mine, my uh boyfriend or whatever?”

A smile grows in George’s face as he looks down at me. “ You know what I’d love to be your boyfriend or whatever” his eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Shut up, you know what I meant , but if your serious”

“Dead serious, I want nothing more than to be able to call you mine”, he brushes the end of the joint on the concrete then flings it over the edge of the railing and leans down and pecks my lips, he then takes my quickly disintegrating joint from my fingers. “Can I shotgun you?”

“God, yeh”, I pull myself up as he shuffles closer to the back of the halfpipe so he can lean against the railing and I can straddle his lap, he holds my waist with one hand and my hands rest on his shoulder, He raises the joint to his lips inhaling deeply pretty much inhaling the rest of the joint, holding it in as he throws the remainder away and pulls me into his as our lips brush each other I open up as he exhales into me. In inhale the last of it but I exhale as my head falls onto his shoulder and I pull him into a hug.

“Your so pretty Matty honestly so pretty”, I feel him kiss my head, “Do you wanna watch the stars baby” , I nod into his shoulder and he helps my turn into his lap , I sit between his legs with his chest against my back his arms wrap around my mid section, his lips make a connection with my neck as his hands rest under my shirt. I can’t help it when my head Luls backward onto his shoulder again. “You want to put some music on handsome”

“Okay, my phones in my pocket can you get it for me”, one of his hands fall out of my shirt and pulls my phone from my pocket , I feel his chest vibrate as he giggles a little, I look up at him knowing fine well what he’s laughing at but decide to play innocent “what?”

“You really have me as you screensaver already ?”

“Do you not?”, I watch a blush crawl up his face which answers the question for me as he tries to hide his face in the crook of my neck. “I thought so”. I have no password on my phone as Lou is always one it. He slowly makes his way through my Spotify trying to find a song. I hear the soft notes of song that I didn’t really know start playing it sounds upbeat as the lyrics come through “what is this?”

“Just the twink anthem of the year”, I look with a slightly confused look on my face as a sign for him to elaborate a bit more “Rush by Troye Sivan , it’s literally about poppers, the video is full of twinks” , he chuckles before telling me the rest of his thought “I bet you’d look great in the video to be honest”

“No way am I a twink Mr Daniel” , this revelation makes him laugh again even more. The sound being so contagious that it makes me laugh too.

“Matty darlin , you’re cute but you’re the literal definition of twink my love”

“If you insist”, the song continues to play and I can’t help but slightly lose myself in it , “it’s actually pretty good” , as it dies out , George picks up my phone again and immediately begins to find another song. But this time the song that comes on next I know all to well

As it plays George turns it up to full blast and at the chorus we both begin to shout “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH A PSYCHO” and jump up and pretend where actually singing to each other making a complete arse of ourselves. “I didn’t know you liked Kasabian George , you are full of surprises”

“I saw them when I was 11 with my dad in like 2018, it was actually insane”, The next few songs on the list are Kasabian songs and we both just dance around having the times of our lives until I run out of breath and have to stop for a second.

“It’s getting pretty cold , do you think we should head back now”

“If you’d like , we can go home , get in bed and relax , watch a movie , bit of Game or Thrones or even play something, how’s that sound ?”

“It sounds great” , so that’s what we do George jumps down and helps me off the top of the halfpipe with the state my ankles are in , any of my bones are really, if I landed wrong I would sure as hell snap them.

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The walk back to mine was peaceful, We walked hand-in-hand, Showing George a few of my favourite spots to shop, We walked past Ross’

Once we got in everyone must have gone to bed because the house was quiet, We kicked our shoes off at the door and ran like a heard of elephants up the stairs to my room. “So what do you wanna do?”

“Film ?, I’ll get changed , brush my teeth and stuff and you can decide” , George looks around in his suitcase for some clean boxers and clean T-shirt pulling out a bag with his toothbrush and tooth paste “I’ll be back in a second”

I watch him make his way into the bathroom before I remove my jeans from my legs, and pull off my socks, perch myself on the end of my bed and flick through a million films on Netflix before I come across “The Imitation Game” , that’s what I wanna watch right now. I set my laptop up on my bed. I know we could watch it on my TV but watching it on my laptop cuddled up together just feels better and more intimate. After about five minutes George comes back and crawls into bed trying to catch what I put on. “Nope it’s a secret you have to wait till I come back to see”

“If you say so” , I quickly run to the bathroom , brush my teeth and pee then come back and crawl into bed next to him and cuddle up into he’s chest. I press play and wait for the film to start. The minute the audio starts to play George’s says “This film is awesome I love it so much , this guy was such a pioneer for so many reasons , Good choice my love”

And this is what we do for the rest of the night, I can’t say either of us made it to the end of the film. I know George didn’t he was out like a light at least 45 minutes in snoring away peacefully and I wasn’t to far behind him, falling asleep to the feel of his chest rising and falling under me and the sound of the film in the background

I can’t be allowed to tipsy and allowed to think about Matty , and the boys at the same time

THAT CANT BE ALLOWED

Tell me this ain’t same ❤️❤️❤️

Backstage At Your Show

Matty x Reader

Warning: Smut (Mutual masturbation, voyeurism, public sex? cumplay, dom-reader, and subby Matty)

WC: 3.2K

Summary: You catch Matty in the act backstage at his show.

Masterlist

Matty and the guys had no clue that you would be attending their first-ever arena show. You could hardly contain your excitement for them, having worked so fucking hard to get to this point. Everything felt surreal; you couldn't believe that they were performing on such a large stage and for a sold-out crowd at that. You felt so proud of all of them.

To Matty's knowledge, you wouldn’t be here for another eight days for Christmas Eve, and he was missing you like fucking crazy. As sadistic as it may sound, it made you feel good knowing he was going crazy without you. 

The arena appears in sight as the driver whips the car into its parking spot. You clutch your suitcase tightly and wave a silent goodbye before they pull away. The cold air bites against your body, and the sheer top you’re wearing does little to hide the goosebumps littering your skin. 

You wanted to look hot for Matty, but now you fucking regret not bringing a jacket. The queue of fans lined up outside the arena stretches on for what feels like miles, but you make your way through them, stopping to take pictures with them before Mark rushes outside to get you.

"C'mon, love." Mark grabs your suitcase and leads you through the front entrance, "How was your flight?"

You smile at Mark as you make your way backstage, trying not to bump into people doing last-minute preparations for the show. "God, it was exhausting! I forgot how much I hate traveling during the holidays. Just a nightmare."

Mark chuckles. "Well, you made it just in time. Matty's been moaning about you not texting him all day, you know. He's been driving everyone mad. Hann sent him back to the dressing room because he couldn't take his complaining anymore."

You laugh at Mark's words, imagining Matty pacing around the room, fidgeting with his clothes, and checking his phone every two seconds. It was cute, really, how much he cared about you, but you couldn't help but tease him a little. "I spoke to him this morning! He's just being dramatic, as usual."

Mark chuckles again, shaking his head. "You know how he is."

"Oh, trust me, I do. They definitely need to pay you more for always dealing with his shit." You joke, giving Mark a playful nudge as he leads you towards the dressing room.

Mark laughs, "I keep telling him that. I'll take your suitcase to the bus. The guys are doing the soundcheck without him. Just go down this hall, and it's the last door on the left."

You give a curt nod of thanks to Mark before hastily making your way down the damp-smelling hallway. Eyes focused on finding a head of curly hair. There’s a hum of music playing, growing louder and louder as you approach the door at the end of the hall. The door is barely cracked, but it’s enough for you to see where you’re stepping and to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

The music grows as you stalk further into the back of the O2 dressing room, and you can see the silhouette of a shadow break against the adjacent wall.

A smile breaks across your face at managing to perfect the surprise. Matty would be none the wiser, completely taken aback and shocked. You could practically see the way his eyes would crinkle at the sight of you.

Matty’s back is facing you as he lounges on the chase situated in the middle of the room. The music you had heard is playing on the speaker in front of him, and you are about to walk behind him, jumping into his arms when something catches your attention.

You can't help but pause when you see how his black suit hugs his shoulders, stretching with every tense movement. And it's the subtle sheen on his skin that catches your eye.

Your mouth runs dry as his head lulls back, his mouth parted in silent ecstasy, and his eyes clenched tightly in awe.

“Fuuuck,” he moans to himself, and the grit of his voice has your legs squeezing together, “god–yes.” His shoulders move more intensely, and your eyes are drawn to the glimmer of his many rings, shining with each pump of his hand. And it has you walking closer to the back of the chase.

You dragged your index finger across his body, from one shoulder to the other, going over the highs and lows of soft fabric agonizingly slow. He jumps in surprise and spins around quickly, in utter shock. You have to stop yourself from screaming when you notice the black eyeshadow and liner around his eyes, making his brown eyes pop even more than usual.

He is a vision of beauty. His black suit jacket clung to his body like a second skin, displaying the white dress shirt beneath it in all its crisp glory. The black necktie added a touch of sophistication. Tight-fitting jet-black jeans unbuttoned and hung low on his waist, exposing a dark dusting of hair above his hard cock that was leaking precum at the slit.

He looks like a fucking gothic god.

His eyes, even though wide with confusion, are teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he takes you in.

“Hi, baby.” You purr, letting your eyes wander down the expanse of his body. His entire body tenses, and you shake your head slowly, “why did you stop? I’m enjoying the show.” 

Matty knows that tone of your voice. He dreams about it, makes himself cum to the memory of it. As you circle around the chase, he grows comfortable on the cushions. Palming his dick, he lets you watch as he slowly rubs the length of his cock up and down. “That’s a good boy.” You praise, and you can see the light grow in his eyes.

Sitting opposite of him on the oversized chair, you part your legs in front of him. The skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy through your stockings.

Hey, you wanted him to have easy access. You knew how this night was gonna end anyway, and you wanted to make it easier for the both of you. So, you took off your underwear in the airport bathroom.

“What were you thinking about, baby boy?” You ask, and Matty's mouth hangs open slightly as a moan rips through his throat at the pet name. You smile knowingly at him, and his cheeks are tinged red, and you can tell he’s embarrassed by it.

It's fucking hot. You loved it when he had that innocent look on his face when he’s completely lost in his thoughts and didn’t realize what he was doing. God, you just want to eat him up.

His eyes follow every movement as you let your hand dance down the length of your abdomen, teasingly inching its way under your skirt and up the insides of your thigh. “Was it me?” You purr, tearing away the flimsy stocking with your nails, exposing your glistening and ready cunt.

Matty nods, fist tightens around his cock. “I missed you so fuckin’ much, baby.” He moans, pausing the slight lifting of his hips as you circle your fingertip over your already sensitive clit. The moment you stop, he’s staring back at your face, “No, please.” He begs, pumping himself again–quicker, more desperate, “Don’t stop.” 

Your pussy clenches in anticipation, yearning for the stretch of his cock inside of you. “Were you thinking about how I’d ride you right there where you’re sitting if I had been here?” You push further, and his lips part.

He shakes his head feverishly, stumbling over his own movements as you stand and start walking towards him. Matty quickly pulls down his jeans to his lower thighs before palming his dick. The hand he had wrapped around his dick only a second ago slips under the mesh shirt you’re wearing and pulls you closer to his chest.

“What do you want, baby boy?” You ask, biting your own lip to stop the moan as you feel his dick glide against your already swollen clit, his hips involuntarily bucking up as he tries his best to form a coherent sentence.

“Anything. Fuckin' anything.” Matty answers immediately, pressing his lips to your neck, right below your ear. “Just need you.” He mumbles against your skin.

Reaching between the two of you, you take his cock in your hand and stroke teasingly over the length, and you watch as his breathing accelerates. "I heard you were driving everyone crazy today," He choked on a breath as you swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum over him. Your legs shake as he moans your name lowly and deeply, the sound coming from his chest. "So, maybe don't you deserve anything."

"N-no, please. I do! I do, I do, I do." Matty babbles in a rush, mouth dry and stuttering over his words. His fingers bite into your skin, and he raises his hips once more, attempting to bury himself inside of you.

“Not yet.” You demand, forcing his eyes on you. He looks completely desperate, pupils blown, cheeks red, and slightly sweaty curls falling on his forehead. “You don’t get to fuck me until I say so, do you understand?”

Matty nods and lets his head fall back against the edge of the chase. He loosens his grip, letting you rock your bare pussy over his cock slowly. You can see how hard he’s fighting the urge to push up inside of you. His jaw is locked, his brows pinched together tightly, and to be honest, you were nearly coming undone as well. With every roll, the head of his dick was brushing against your clit, and the precum mixed with your own wetness, aiding in the ease of gliding against one another.

"Wanna make that pretty makeup run down your checks, hmm? Would you like that?" You taunt, as his eyes widen with anticipation. He nods frantically but fails to form a single word. "I want to see you cum all over yourself before I let you fuck me."

Matty almost chokes on his breath, and his hips shoot up into you, the length of his cock twitching against your clit. His black-lined eyes had become glassy; whether it was from the sight of you or the sensations you were inflicting on him, you couldn't tell.

But you can't be bothered by it because he looks so fucking gorgeous, and he doesn't even know it. You almost forgot what you were doing. Almost. But not quite.

"Such a good boy." You purr, picking up the pace once more.

Matty's hips were thrashing in tandem with yours, his knuckles white and his cries more frenzied. Your breath came in heavy gasps as the tension between you increased. You tangled your fingers in Matty's now-soaked hair, pulling him close as you writhed together. Each hip thrust made the knot in your stomach tighten, sending shivers up your spine.

Your breaths are shared with one another: open mouths and heaving chests. In a frenzy, Matty is ripping the shirt over your head and unclasping your bra with one hand, just leaving you in stockings and a skirt. Letting his other hand roam your body. His chest presses against yours, his lips ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest, sucking at your peaked nipples.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans as you pull your skirt around your waist and angle your hips and roll harder against his cock. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You can see him shake, trying to stave off an orgasm. But you can also see how much he wanted it. How desperately he wanted to cum, to spray all over you, to feel the relief of it gushing out of him.

You loved doing this to him.

“Do it.” You command, gripping his hair, and his eyes go wide. “Fucking do it.” You repeat. Matty’s mouth falls open, his brows high on his forehead before his head falls back against the seat, his hips jerking erratically as he orgasms. You watch as pearly white jets of cum erupt over your boyfriend's still-clothed chest. You can feel him tense beneath you as his orgasm hits and rattles through his body.

He looks at you like he’s never seen you before. And in a way, he hasn't. High on the feeling of his release, he looks at you like he’d never be able to get enough. Like he wanted you to stay just like this, forever.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” Matty whispers, buried in your neck. In any other situation, you would've melted at his words, but the only thing you can think about is wanting to see black streaks running down his face and onto his—now cum covered shirt.

Without a second thought, you tighten the grip you have on his hair and force his eyes on you. The pain surges through his scalp, and he hisses out, but you can feel the pulse of his dick when you do it.

“You’re my little whore–aren’t you?” You question, reaching down between you two, lining him with your entrance and sinking down in one swift motion. Matty moans, almost choking on his spit. Still extremely sensitive from his orgasm not even a second ago. “F-fuck, god–yes, I’m your whore, baby.” Matty whines.

You lean back, hands resting on his knees, pushing your hips down onto him roughly. With your cunt exposed, Matty's eyes can't help but fall to where your bodies meet, watching as his cock slides into your pulsing cunt.

Matty glances up at you through the hair falling over his forehead, and you notice tears starting to form as his hands find your hips, trying to slow your movements. "Please, pleassse! I can't anymore–" He whimpers, sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing it painfully.

"Look at you—shit," Another rough drop of your hips, "a withering fuckin' mess because of me." You chuckle lowly, fighting back the moan as you feel his hips come off the couch, trying to match your speed.

Matty's eyes snap to yours, and his mouth opens, assumingly to respond with some witty comment, but you rut yourself back onto him, bottoming out to the hilt, and Matty's words are cut off with a loud moan.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, fuckin’ give it to me. Fuck my little pussy and make me cum.” You yell, grinding down onto him hard.

Matty’s hips shoot up, his dick twitching inside of you, and you can see him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Oh, god, please." Matty nearly begs, hands griping your ass even tighter, his head to drop back against the chase, exposing his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. You’re so good." He moans, trying to restrain his voice.

"I wanna see your pretty makeup all over you." You whisper, leaning forward, licking a trail from the base of neck to his ear. "Wanna see you covered in it."

You feel Matty's breathing quicken, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck, please.” He whines through gritted teeth, and you can feel he’s about to lose it. You purposely clench the muscles in your pussy, building up pressure in the base of your stomach, and Matty fucking loses it.

"I take it, baby. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I—I'm gonna cum again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I can't stop it. I can't-I can't- I'm gonna cum again." He whines.

You push yourself faster, grinding down onto him hard. "Not just yet, sweetheart. Give me some tears, baby boy. We're not done yet." Reaching out, you cup your hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. "Don't cum yet. Don't you fucking cum yet." You demand firmly. Matty nods quickly, whimpering against your hand. "Want you to get your head as fucked up as your cock is right now."

You keep one hand cupped over his mouth, muffling his cries while you're harshly bouncing up and down on his cock. "You're gonna take it. You're gonna take it all, alright? Just like a good boy." You grind into him a little harder, making sure your nails are digging into his cheek, but not hard enough to leave marks.

He's out of control.

He's no longer Matty, the cocky, self-absorbed man you love. He's some sort of desperate animal. He’s a whore, and you fucking love it. You can feel his little whimpers in your hand, begging you not to make him cum again, then begging you to let him cum.

Your other hand finds its way to his hair, where you pull at the roots, rocking your hips back and forth. You can feel Matty's head thrashing from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, and black tears beginning to stream from them.

"You love this, don't you, you little slut. You love being a slut for me, don't you?" You chuckle lowly, watching his head fall to the side, away from your hand. "My beautiful boy."

"Ungh! Yeah—shit." He whines. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck."

Your gaze is mesmerizingly fixed on him; his chocolate brown curls are tousled, and there are black smudges tracing the contours of his eyes and cheeks. His pink lips swollen from biting them, his dick twitching inside of you while on the verge of cumming again, It's absolutely perfect.

"Cum for me, Matty. Paint my pussy white."

And he does.

It's so perfect that it has your stomach tightening in knots and your orgasm rising at a rapid pace. "Ungh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum." You moan, losing yourself and crashing your lips to his.

You taste blood as your teeth crash together, and a high-pitched moan escapes from the both of you as your bodies tense. He's cumming, you're cumming. Both of you cumming at the same time.

It feels like your spine has been struck by the strongest bolt of lightning you could possibly imagine. Explosions of pleasure course through your body, your vision goes white for a moment, and you can feel every muscle in your body tense and relax at once.

Your trembling lips locked together as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your intertwined bodies. Inhaling deeply, you both feel the intensity of the moment before slowly exhaling into each other's mouths as his tears wet your cheeks. You can feel Matty's cum gushing into you, marking you as his. You can feel him tense and shiver against you as you milk every last drop of cum from his cock.

You pull away from him, and after a moment, he raises his head to look at you. You move your hands to his face, thumbs swiping away the black lines from his eyelids, cheeks, and chin. He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back, "Think you gotta redo your makeup. Sorry about that, love." You whisper, gently kissing his lips.

Matty chuckles silently. "Mhm, you're fuckin’ doing it for me this time." He whispers back, kissing your nose.

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Headphones or Earbuds : depends what I’m doing and how loud the room is , if I’m overwhelmed and wanna be left alone or I’m out in a loud environment then it’s headphones cuz they block out more noise but earbuds any other time

Cats or dogs : again it’s a hard question , I prefer dogs but I have to say cats since I have a little fluffy all myself

Favourite outfit : it’s my camo cargo pants , with my black T-shirt that has a world on it and then my grey hoodie or my Notes hoodie with my red vans with black hearts (feels very Notes ear matty )

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

oh my god anon, thank you for this.

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

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

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

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

bad day, huh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

please.

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

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

hey, hey. love are you ok-?

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

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

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

oh my fucking god.

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

thank you.

OMG!!!!