I Just Wanna Love On Someone And Be A Good Boyfriend For Someone Atp Man ❤️

Mr Hann be the smolest bean 🥹

cutest man to ever exist

lenaaaaaa god help me I’m so high rn I’m thinking about mpind matty pole dancing ans also giving girlie a lap dance fhis isnt good or my health I think

dont be shy pass the spliff

also mpind comeback after a bunch of wank everyone be happy x

Love me - Matty Healy

A/N: bit wanky, barely spell checked except for @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff 's weird sim reactions to whatever i write. Legend anon i hope this is filthy enough for you my love xx

wc: 4.5k

content warnings: smut, fluff, tw: my shitty comedy, handjobs, strip clubs, its george's birthday!!, begging, teasing, lap dance, matty in lingerie pt. 43, mentions of alcohol, lots of swearing, cumplay, grinding, it gets a bit sappy guys soz, sub!Matty

“A strip club? Are you never scared of being a cliché?” you scoff as the venue comes into view, strobing neon flashing in your face. The summer night is warm, a breeze kissing your skin as the gravel crackles under your feet, your quite high heels still not making you taller than George. 

His birthday, the big one eight, was today, and his chosen place was of course, a local strip club.

“If that cliché is seeing half naked girls, no.” he sniggers, Matty’s bickering with Ross and Hann faintly heard behind you. You hook your arm into his as you approach the bouncer, the line surprisingly short. 

“I forget you're an actual man sometimes.”

“How can you possibly forget?!” he lets go, flexing his muscles at you as some sort of display of masculinity, making you giggle behind your hand.

Matty takes this ample opportunity to swoop in from behind, pressing the side of his body up against yours. The four of you watch George proudly present his real I.D to the bouncer, a wide smile on his face as he takes it from him. The bloke gives him a weird once-over, waving him and the rest through without a hitch. 

It's bright inside, but not in the way you would assume. Different colored lights strobe around, switching every 20 seconds or so, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through your veins. Matty hangs on your arm as you look around, George immediately booking it to a booth with a stage as the table, wanting the best front row seat to the show. You roll your eyes at his eagerness, but then again, who could blame him? 

Everyone files into the booth, George ending up wedged in the corner of the seating, uncomfortable but glass he could stretch his legs out under the table. 

“Round of pints on me, happy birthday G. '' Everyone cheers, excluding Hann, who glares at Matty from across the table.

“Oh so now you have money? What about last week?” Ross lets out a quiet snigger, liking this turn of events. 

“Shut up you cunt, it's G’s birthday! Lighten up a bit, old man.” 

“Matty when I get my fucking hands on you-” Ross to the rescue, he presses a hand to his mate’s chest, keeping him seated. 

“Alright girls, break it up.” he gives up, mouthing a curt ‘fuck you’ at Matty, rolling his eyes. 

The waitress returns from the bar, bringing a platter of glasses with her. She sets them down, smiling at you before walking away, the neon lights of the club making her eyes shimmer. 

“Cheers, happy 18th mate.” Matty plants a wet kiss on George’s face, making him squirm away in disgust. 

“Get off you grade A wanker, your girl’s right there.” You blow him a kiss as Matty turns to you, licking a fat stripe up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheekbone. Everyone at the table groans at his odd display of affection, Ross dramatically shielding his eyes and muttering incoherently as Matty finally sits back down, downing the rest of his pint. 

Sure enough, right in the middle of Hann’s interesting story about his last date, a dancer comes over to the table. She climbs up, eyeing George, twirling around the pole a few times before doing this flip you didn't even know was humanly possible. The bralette she’s wearing glimmers in the light, reflecting off and into your eyes, distracting you.  

George stares blatantly, eyes raking up and down her body as she dances, not letting her leave his line of sight. It's so obvious and she smirks at him, turning her body to face his direction before bending over, exposing her cleavage even more.  

“Don't be a knob.” you hiss, not wanting to seem rude.

“She’s fit and it's quite literally her job!” a small laugh escapes the woman as she goes to speak, flattered at the exchange. 

“It’s alright love, look all you want.” 

“See!” George shouts a bit too loudly, proud of his correctness in strip club etiquette.

You sigh, nodding at her as Matty pokes your side. 

“She is fit.” you whisper quietly, gesturing to her. Matty perks up, shoving you in offense.

“I'm fitter, don't forget.” you giggle at the statement, refusing to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.  

“She’s literally sparkling, I need to know what brand that is.” The rhinestone adorned lingerie set she was wearing captivated everyone at the table, hugging her curves in all the right places.  

“Who’s to say I'm not either?” your eyes widen slightly at the implication, but you brush him off.

“Shut it, don't be a tosser.” his hand grips yours right before he speaks, bringing it down to the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not.”

He uses your fingers to pull it down about an inch, revealing a pretty string of purple under his bottoms. Your breath hitches at the realization, eyes snapping up to meet his. Was he serious? Now?

“It’s George’s birthday.” you state, voice hushed so the others could overhear your conversation. Hann was already off to buy another round, leaving Ross and George to make ‘friendly’ conversation with the dancer, shamelessly staring at her tits the entire time. “He won't mind, just look at him.” 

Sure enough, George is ogling the dancer, lips parted and being such a boy it hurts. She’s clearly enjoying the attention as he leans forward, stuffing a wad of cash into the flimsy waistband of her thong, smirking. 

“He’s already imagining a future with her, look!”

She sets a paper crown on his head with the words ‘birthday boy’ on it, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. A boyish blush spreads onto George’s face as her kiss leaves a mark of lipstick, Ross quickly snapping a photo of him to take the piss when they left.   

“He desperately needs a lay, it's sad.” you comment, knowing it had been ages since his last girlfriend or even hookup, too focused on his coursework and music to go out more than the few times you forced him to. 

“So do I, so I'd prefer it if we didn't drag this out.” 

Matty gets up, climbing over you despite your quite loud protests, announcing his trip to the dance floor. You wait a few moments before following him, the sway of his hips and faint back muscles under his mesh shirt flexing as he walks, convincing you to just go with it, hoping whatever he had planned wasn't totally scandalous and wouldn't get you kicked out of the place. 

He turns right past the dance floor, leading you into a narrow corridor off to the side. You catch up to him, close behind him as he slips a dancer some cash, nodding as he makes his way to the door at the end of the hall. Matty rushes in before you, the door almost slamming in your face. ‘Private room’ flashes back at you in yellow neon, making you raise your eyebrows.

The room is dark for the first few seconds as you hear Matty shuffling. Suddenly, the room lights up, giant mirrors covering the walls and ceiling, reflecting the light back and forth. You glance around, eyes landing on Matty. 

A tall pole is the centerpiece of the room, pink metal running from the floor to the ceiling. Matty leans on it, left hand wrapping around it as he spins, smirking at you as you watch him, something stirring inside of you. 

“Did you plan this?” you ask, a skeptical look on your face.

“Maybe.” his fingers run up his chest, playing with his nipples right in front of you. His voice drips with lust, coating your mind with only a few words, making it difficult to get even semi-coherent sentences out.

“Jesus, you're mental.” you gasp softly as he moves, fluid and sure, captivating you with every change of direction.

“But you love me, now sit.” you listen, not knowing what else you were meant to do in this situation. The chair is soft, cushions letting you settle in comfortably. 

“Everything is so pink.” you mutter, gesturing to the mirror frames and pole, every surface some variation of the same color.

“Sort of the point, yeah? To set the mood.” he smirks, trailing his hands up his waist, letting his nails graze against his skin, mimicking the same thing you do to him. “Mood for what?”

“You’ll see, be patient.” you roll your eyes at his words, the palms of your hands rubbing against the soft pillow of your chair. “That's rich.” 

“Please, for me?” He sounds so sweet, like he was asking you to bring him a glass of water, not to stay still while he touched himself in front of you. 

“We both know I can't deny you.” 

“How true.” he sucks in a deep breath, throwing his head back as he holds eye contact. 

“Watch.” 

“What do I-?” you stutter over your words, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he feels himself up, fingers ghosting over his tattoos.

“Me, keep your eyes on me.”

He turns his attention back to the pole next to him, strutting around it as the music from the dancefloor dictates his movements, his back pressed to the cool metal. Matty parts his lips as he slides down it, running a hand over his chest performatively, watching your every reaction. 

Your breathing becomes more shallow as he moves, thousands of fantasies running through your mind. He knows the effect he has on you, everything he does is purely to rile you up, make you lose your composure. 

“You’re mad, this is-” he cuts you off with a sly smile.

“Incredibly hot? I’d rather you enjoy the show than talk over it.” you scrunch up your face at the implication that this was a performance, even if you did expect nothing less from Matty. 

“Show?”

He runs a hand through his slightly messed up hair, showing off his neck as you stare at him, biting your lip between your teeth to keep from embarrassing yourself. 

“I hate you.” you mumble as the music changes, some hip-hop song coming on. The faint cheers of the people outside are barely audible, but it serves to remind of just where you were. The guys were still at the table, most likely speculating the reason as to why the two of you have been missing that long, Ross surely already making crude comments that neither Hann nor George wanted to think about.

“You won't if you just wait.” you grip the edge of your seat, blushing profusely as he struts over to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. His breath is hot against your neck, leaning over you as he settles into your lap. You finally clock it.  

“Stay still.” he ‘orders’, attempting to mimic the way you speak to him when he doesn't listen.

“Are you giving me a lap dance?” he frowns at you, shaking his head in disappointment. A chuckle escapes you as the reality of the situation dawns on you. 

“No need to define it darling, let it be abstract.” of course he’d say something like that, try to salvage the ‘artistic’ affair, failing miserably. 

“You’re giving me a fucking lapdance, christ.” it's genuinely amusing. Your heart swells up at the thought of all the effort that went into this. Paying off the dancer with god only knows how much money, turning you on at the table just enough so you’d follow him, and probably even setting up the lighting in the room himself. 

“You're such a bore, let me have my fun.” he kisses you, giggling into your mouth. His lips are warm against yours, your lip gloss rubbing off on him. “Oh, I will.” you promise, letting your hands fall limp as he grips your shoulders, rocking his hips back and forth. His movements are exact, practiced even as he grinds down onto you before lifting his body back up, bringing his hip tattoo up to eye level. 

You don't think, mind clouded with desire and want. His shirt had ridden up a bit, and your rough tongue drags across the inked skin, warm against it as he shudders, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the sensation. 

“No touching the dancers” he tuts, coming back down on top of you.

“I’m exempt from that rule.” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the white hot heat pooling between your legs.

“According to whom?” 

“You.”

You let your hands settle onto his waist, gripping him so hard you were sure there’d be bruises the next day.

“Fuckk, yeah okay,” he groans, the pressure on the front of his jeans increasing as all the blood in his head rushes south, his mind hazy. 

“C’mon baby, finish your little performance.”

He moves to get off, smirking as you let him. You can see indents in his skin where you grabbed him, the sight making your breath hitch. He circles around you like a predator does his prey, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

His hands trail up your chest, fingers grazing over your exposed collarbones. Your skin flushes under his touch and you let out a soft moan at the feeling, earning a proud smile from Matty. 

“You’re so gorgeous. I have to force myself to not get hard whenever you look at me.” his voice is sultry against your ear, making goosebumps bloom on the skin of your neck. “Oh, way to exaggerate.” you snigger, not quite believing him. 

“Honest truth.” he swears, instinctively doing the ‘scouts honor’ sign with his hand. 

You snort, your little giggling fit interrupted by his mouth trailing sickly sweet kisses up your neck and to your jaw.

It doesn't take him long to make his way back around, your heart skipping a beat when he comes back into view. His chest is glistening with sweat, the warm temperature of the room clearly getting to him. Most notably, you notice the front of his jeans is unbuttoned and unzipped, flaring out on both sides, revealing almost the entirety of the silky, purple panties he had chosen to wear. 

He relishes in your reaction, the attention making his ego grow exponentially as he moves back into your lap. Your hands trail up his chest, doing your best to not immediately pay attention to the underwear. You can't resist, though. 

“These are new.” you toy with the thin straps, silk reflecting the colored light beautifully. You can see a note of pride ripple through him as you admire the material, grazing his cock through it.

“Got them just for you, you like?” The question is so obviously rhetorical. Of course you like, no, love them. “So much.” your words are laced with love, soft and appreciative of all the effort he puts into getting you off, fulfilling your fantasy.

The way he looks at you is sinful, thoughts dancing behind his eyes visible as he stares, waiting for your next move.

He lets out a soft groan when you push him down into your thigh, biting his lip at you provocatively. “You're hard.” you smile as you say the words, his gaze softening when he sees the blissed out look at your face, eyes raking over his body. Even (almost) fully clothed, he was absolutely beautiful. 

“See? Wasn't lying.” he presses a kiss behind your left ear, gently moving your hair out of the way. It’s loving, so honest. “You sure it's not because of the mirror behind me?” you still cant help but tease him, gesturing to the giant mirror your back was facing. He blushes in response, stealing a glance at his reflection. 

“You’re so cruel! I’ll just stop then, seeing as all you see me as is some egotistical deviant.” he threatens, crossing his arms over his chest in retaliation. You bring a hand up to cup his face, stroking his cheek softly, almost patronizing. Your mind swims with the power you have over him. 

“You wont stop, you couldn't if you tried.” For the first time that evening, you call his bluff, the way he reacts to you exquisite as his lips part, no words coming out. Silence fills the room, even the music on the other side of the door seeming to die down. How long have the two of you been here?

“Am i right?” you question, not letting him off the hook like you usually would.  

“..yeah–” his words are small, and you know you have him right where you want him. The lightest, slightest touch could send him hurtling over the edge, his hips rutting desperately into your hand as you palm him through his underwear.

“So pretty for me, doing all of this. Thank you baby.” you whisper into his ear as he gasps under your touch. It's so incredibly intimate that you can't help but drop your facade for a few seconds, kissing him sweetly, his lips moving against yours with desperation.  

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Mhm.”

You take his cock out of the confines of his underwear, a sigh of relief falling from his parted lips as your fingers ghost over the tip, teasing him. 

“Just stay still, let me make you feel good.” you murmur, feeling him up under his shirt, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He shifts on top of you, his body yearning for your touch.

“Please.”

You reach down to wrap your manicured fingers around his cock, the sight of the pretty colors of your nails around him making his eyes roll back in his head, his mind spinning with all sorts of possibilities, mostly focused on not finishing right in that moment. 

Tugging lazily on his cock, you drag your fingers from the base to the tip, a satisfying whimper spilling from Matty’s lips, the sound spreading through your entire body. His back arches against you and the kiss he presses against your mouth tastes like the cigarettes he chainsmoked on the way to the club, mixing deliciously with the hint of alcohol on his breath. 

“Let go for me, feel it.”

He trembles, the noise he lets out is desperate, filthy, shooting straight to your core. Everything is heightened. You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans forward into you, chest pressing against yours as you run your fist up and down his cock, small whimpers of pleasure spurring you on. 

“Fuckk, that feels so good–” 

Matty’s words are choked, his effort to hold back a bit obvious. He’s hungry, wanting, evident in the way he ruts into your hand, his fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders, the sharp pain making you sigh, pleased. 

“Be nice and loud for me, let me hear you.” you coo into his ear, your free hand dragging up his back under his shirt, the mesh bunching up. “So good to me, treat me so well, god– shit.”

He twitches as you dig your thumb into his slit, a shiver spreading through his body 

The way he’s not even undressed is obscene, the fabric of his jeans gathering under his hips as he’s perched on top of you, feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. You watch him, engrossed in pleasure, completely blissed out expression on his face. His head is thrown back, exposing his pale neck, faded hickeys and marks still visible from your last encounter. 

“You're staring” he breathes, your eyes snapping up to meet him. A filthy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, your focus on him and only him. His hair falls over his face, obscuring it slightly, much to your disdain.  

“You're giving me reason to” you brush curls out of his face as your movements still, letting him speak properly, uninterrupted. 

“Yeah, I want you to look at me.”

You smile lovingly, cocking your head slightly to the left as you tease him, one of your fingers twirling his hair. 

“Gets you off, my attention?” he doesn't even try to deny it, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere. 

“Mhm-m” he nods, panting. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, silently begging you to continue.

His hips stutter as you grip his cock tighter, your other hand stroking his face sweetly as you stare into each other's eyes, his face flush as pornographic moans spill from his lips. His back arches again, your bodies pressed against each other as your hand snakes between the two of you.

“F-fuck, i’m so close, please let me cum, please.” His voice is high-pitched and whiny, tears threatening to spill at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“You beg so nicely, let me hear you baby.” you whisper words of encouragement as his hips buck up into your hand involuntarily, every ounce of self control in him dissipating. 

“I need it so bad, please i've been so good for you.”

He hiccups in a way that almost makes you feel bad, his desperation so obvious. You speed up a bit, just a bit, giving him that sweet, sweet relief he’s been begging for for god knows how long now.

“P-please, oh fuck, yesyesyes fuck.” precum bubbles at the tip of his cock, and you smear it down, coating him in his own arousal. It's unbelievably hot, his entire body twitching at the sight of your fingers on his cock, a sight he desperately tries to commit to memory. 

“You’re leaking all over my hand darling, so filthy.” he whines into your neck, and you lick across his jaw, making him shiver

“Make a mess, c’mon, come for me.” an animalistic groan fills your ears as he rapidly approaches his orgasm, writhing under your touch.

“Y-yeah– fuck thats so good, your hand feels so good, fucking made for me.”

Matty’s possessive nature made your head spin with lust, his eyeliner smudging down his face as he stares into your eyes with such an intensity it felt like he was going to consume you.

His skin glows under the soft pink lighting, making him seem ethereal, like a true angel. His noises are like music to your ears as he spills into your hand, spurts of cum coating your bare stomach, barely missing your (quite expensive) cropped shirt. Matty kisses you immediately after, hands threading through your hair as he drinks you in, stealing your breath straight from your lungs. 

Wordlessly, one of his hands moves down, gathering the remnants of his orgasm onto two fingers, tapping your mouth with the other. You indulge him, parting your lips to let him push his digits past them, the salty taste of him taking over your senses. His pupils are completely blown out in desire, not able to process what was happening in front of him, a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart swell up with love 

“Perfect.” he mumbles as you lick his fingers clean, smiling mischievously at his dazed gaze. Matty pulls you in, holding you close, desperate to not let go.

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“Where were you two?” Ross’s voice is accusatory as the two of you finally return to the booth, the dancer from before having already left. A faint blush spreads onto your cheeks as the memories of not 20 minutes go flash through your mind. Hann doesn't help your situation at all.

“Probably shagging, just look at him.” your head turns, seeing Matty’s blissed out expression, a content smile replacing his usual nasty grin. You elbow him in the ribs, a silent plea to say something, but he promptly ignores your silent begging. 

“Shut up you dickhead, you don't know shit.” 

George points at Matty, now grinning wildly, reminiscing about the events of tonight. He’s oddly calm, which would be concerning if it wasn't for the monstrous case of post-sex hair he currently had 

“Jesus, what did you even do to him?” George is taking the absolute piss out of you, and for good enough reason. 

“I don't kiss and tell.” you attempt to change the conversation topic as you settle back into the booth, commenting on the pint glasses. You're ignored in favor of laughing at you further while matty remains completely unbothered, the glow he emitted so fucking obvious it hurt.  

“Well he sure does, I've heard much more than necessary.” Ross sniggers, pulling a face at the not-so-distant memory of Matty’s sex bonfire-storytelling session that had happened a few weeks prior (not at an actual bonfire, but on the floor of your living room, completely pissed while you were out with your girlfriends.)

“Did you at least wash your hands?” Hann asks, the question directed at Matty, whose hands were loosely wrapped around his nearly empty pint glass. 

“Didn't have to.” he grins, waving his hands in Adam’s face proudly, like it was some sort of achievement. 

“Oh fucking hell, too much info.” George groans, cupping his face in his hands at the mental image of what he thought had just happened. You laugh inwardly, the whole situation absurd. This was the furthest you had ever gotten in discussing anything relating to your relationship with Matty, and it honestly felt weird.

“I’m never touching you again mate, no fucking way.” Ross stated, a disgusted look on his face. “Awwe Ross, how will you do without my touch?” You make grabby hands at him, climbing over George to drape yourself over the booth, touching his hair and face, Matty’s and Hann’s hysterical laughter spurring you on. “GET OFF ME!!” he yells, clawing at you to push you away, absolutely mortified. 

George, slightly more pissed than the rest of you, announces his mission to get the dancers number, swearing up and down that “She had this look in her eye, i’m so fucking serious.” he manages to stumble over his shoes about three times before finally standing up straight, brushing off any ‘dust’ (crisps) that clung to his raggedy band tee. 

“Good luck mate, not that you need it.” Hann tries to be encouraging, knowing just as well as the rest of you how George got when he had a few too many pints. Terribly emotional and impulsive, there was no stopping him once he had his sights set on something, or in this case, someone.

“I definitely don't” he glares at you over his shoulder, strutting across the dance floor in direction of where he’d last seen her. 

As he walks away, Ross sniggers.

“He definitely does.” and you can't help but giggle along as he trips over a stray stair, falling right onto his face. Hann goes to help him up, ignoring your collective jeers to “Stop ruining his chances at true love!”

With an ice pack pressed to his face, George can only roll his eyes at the various comments for the rest of the night, despite it being his birthday.

WHY DID I JUST REALISE JACK ANTONOFF WAS THE DRUMMER IN FUN!!! WTF 😳

I’m having a very weird moment rn , drinking with cis men i odd 😂😂

I had an amazing idea for a fanfic and I was wandering if anyone wanted to help me get my idea into a fic cuz I don’t know if I’d write it well ??

Got my mate into the 75 a tiny bit and he’s a little obsessed with Adam 🥰

vibing with a friend that likes self-titled hopefully i can evolve him ❤️

This is just arghhh

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐲

your boyfriend needs you to take care of him.

a/n: i have Nothing to say. enjoy, u horny mfs <3

pairing: matty x female reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), sub!matty, dom!reader, swearing, praise, degradation, light bondage, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, typos

word count: 3k

“I swear I didn’t–” Matty’s eyes flutter shut when you pull at his hair, lips parting as he lets out a moan. “–Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“You’re mine, got it?” You drag the pad of your thumb across his plump bottom lip, loving how his breath hitches in his throat at the soft touch. With your body so close to his, you could feel his cock straining against his pants, just how you liked it. “You fucking loved having that bitch all over you, didn’t you, slut?”

“I–I didn’t, mmph–y–you’re so good to me…‘m yours…all yours,” You smile proudly, dipping your head down to bite at the skin of his neck. He gasps, rutting his hips into you. 

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even try that, baby boy. Go sit on the bed for me.” He scurries past you and you slip off your heels by the door before following him. It was honestly quite cute how desperately Matty needed to be dominated sometimes. His control needed to be given up to free himself of all thoughts, and he was willing to give that control to you. You took it with great honor.

Matty was always too afraid to ask you to be rough with him, so he figured out how to make you be rough with him, make you use him however you wanted— all he had to do was piss you off. 

You stand in the doorway, admiring the way he was perched on your shared bed, patiently waiting for you to give him another order. He was so fucking hot like this, at your mercy, silently begging for you to ruin him. 

“Strip.” Your voice is firm, full of authority. It makes Matty’s cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to let go; wanted to get on his knees for you, only you. You watch him take off his clothes in a hurry, sitting back down on the bed as soon as he sheds the last piece of clothing. 

You walk over to him, petting his messy mop of curls as he opens his legs, allowing you to stand between them. He tightly wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head forward so he could hide his face in your chest. God, he was really fucking needy right now. 

A part of you wants to stop and ask if he was alright, if he was stressed about something, but his little whimpers tell you that the only thing he needed right now was you–he didn’t want to think for himself anymore. 

You twirl one of his curls around your finger and use your other hand to gently scratch at his nape. He moans into the cotton of your shirt, somehow hugging you tighter than before. “Good boy.”

“Need you, need you,” Matty babbles into your chest. Your heart beats faster when you hear how shaky his voice was. This vulnerability from him was rare and you wanted to make it last. You kneel, lifting his head off your chest, reaching to cradle his cheeks. 

“What d’you need from me, baby? Tell me.” You press kisses to his face, letting him take his time to answer. 

“Need you to touch me, please, please, touch me.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares at you, pleading with his big brown eyes. He was like a little lost puppy. 

“Go on, lay back on the pillows, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his nose and he moves up bed to do as he’s told. His head hits the plush of the pillows and you crawl up his body, choosing to sit on his thighs rather than his stomach– you need to see all of him.

His cock is already hard, aching. You were itching to have him down your throat, but you relent. He still made you mad after all; flirting with a random girl at the bar, whispering in her ear with his eyes locked on yours. You wanted to break him, show him who he belonged to. 

“Got such a pretty fucking cock,” You wrap your fingers around his length and Matty hisses, jolting at the touch. Your fingers drag down the skin of his belly, delicately tracing the lines of his hip tattoo when you reach it–your right hand staying stagnant at the base of his cock. 

“Y–yours to use. Fuck, oh–” You lean down to lick at his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. A soft moan escapes you and his hands instinctively go to grip your hips. 

You slap them away, removing your hands from his body completely. “Didn’t say you could touch me now, did I?” Matty moans, digging his head back into the pillow. “Don’t want to have to tell you again, Matty.”

“‘M sorry,” His hands go to grip the white sheets, “Baby, please.”

“Please what?” You smirk, dipping your head again to suck on his tip. He bucks his hips up and you splay a hand across his lower stomach, pressing his body into the mattress. You remove your mouth from him and spit on his cock.

He goes feral when you start to stroke him– crying out as he watches your saliva dripping down his length. “Fuck! Anything—do whatever you want to me, darling, please.”

Matty’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, his mouth agape. He was fucking perfect for you, every single session. Your perfect boy. 

You reach up to caress his cheek, admiring the way he leans into your touch and turns his head to kiss your palm. “Mmm, just a dumb little whore for me, hm?” You brush his hair out of his face and he nods furiously. 

You slip your shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor. The man under you gapes at the way your breasts fill your lacy bra, biting his lip when you unclasp it and throw it near your shirt. 

“Can I, p-please?” His eyes flick from your tits to your face. You move up his body, now sitting on his stomach. Matty can’t help but whine when he realizes you weren’t going to pay attention to his cock anymore. 

He immediately gets over it when you shove your tits in his face. “Yes, darling, go on.”

He attaches his mouth to your nipple, lolling his tongue around the bud like his life depended on it. One of your hands is on the pillow to prop you up and the other tugs at his hair, hard. A low groan rips from his chest as he switches to suck on your other tit. 

“Mm–shit–so fucking good for me,” You pull at his hair again, “Such a good boy…”

He removes his mouth from your tits and you rub your thumb over his pink lips, “Open.”

Matty obliges, taking your thumb in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your digit, brown eyes clouded with lust. You grind down on him, pushing your ass back into his cock ever so slightly; he moans around you, attempting to roll his hips up against yours. 

When you pull your finger out of his mouth, he releases it with a pop. A grin is spread across your face as you lean down, kissing him feverishly– lips burning with desire. He kisses back with the same passion. 

You break the kiss, placing a hand on the waistband of your jeans as you sit up straight. 

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy?” You coo, unbuttoning your jeans. He squirms beneath you and, once again, grabs at your hips, too excited to even think straight. You stop all movements, stilling above him. His eyes widen when he realizes he’s touched you and he immediately pulls back his hands, laying them at his sides. He knew it was too late, he’d already disobeyed your rules.

“Fuck and just when I was about to reward you too, slut.” You dismount him, ignoring the way he whimpers at the loss of your body on top of his. 

You open your closet and start digging through the shit you and Matty have accumulated these past couple of years, quickly finding what you were looking for. A black silk scarf. 

Padding back over to him, your lips curve into a devious smile when you see him lying there, fucked-out and writhing on the sheets. The realization of the power you had over him right now sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Since you can’t fuckin’ listen to me,” You climb on the bed, crawling over his body, “I gotta tie you up.”

You take his wrists in your hands, watching the way his chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. He whines as you tie his wrists together, raising his hands to fasten them to the headboard. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry I touched you, please.” He had no idea what the fuck he was begging for, he just needed you to alleviate some of the tension in his body.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking cute when you beg like that, my love.” You kiss his forehead, climbing off him again to quickly slip off your jeans and panties. Kicking them somewhere on the floor, you move to kneel next to him. 

You lightly drag your nails down the side of his cock and Matty moans out, kicking his feet and pulling at the silk tie. 

“Don’t make me tie your legs too.” He whimpers at that, closing his eyes as your fingers ghost across his thighs. 

You remove your hands from him, leaning back on your heels and parting your legs so he could see the mess between your thighs. Matty curses when his eyes fall on your dripping cunt. 

“See how fucking wet you made me? God, I love it when you let me take care of you.” You drag a hand down your body, beginning to slowly rub circles on your clit – a loud moan slips past your lips, sweet relief. 

Palming one of your tits, you press harder, staring at Matty’s blissed-out expression. 

“Use me, please. Use me to get off, please, wanna make you feel good.” He begs, pouting and bucking his hips up in the air. 

You release a shaky breath, honestly needing him as much as he needed you. 

“I can’t fucking resist you—fuck—My perfect boy.” You breathe, mounting him again. This time though, you move all the way up his body, standing on your knees, cunt right above his pretty little face. 

“Show me how much you need me…” You lower your cunt down onto his face and he immediately starts to lick your clit, only moving from it when you let out a mewl above him. He yanks the silk tie, itching to roam your body with his hands. His tongue works quickly– no, efficiently, he knows how to get you off. 

You grip the headboard, knuckles turning a stark white. Your right-hand finds its place in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently before tugging on his dark locks. 

Matty whines, moving down to dip his tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit. 

“Fuck, s–shit, Matty!” You moan, taking your left hand off the headboard to grab your tit, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Your hips rut against Matty’s face; you were fully using him for your own pleasure, just like he asked. 

He fucks his tongue into you skillfully, determined to make you fall apart. The only thought in his brain was pleasing you, just you. He worships you, treats you like a goddess. You love it. You love him. 

You look down at him, seeing his eyes flutter shut as he laps at you. 

“Doing so well, my darling.” You clamp your thighs around his head, muffling the wet, filthy noises that fill the room. His eyes find yours as he sucks on your clit. 

The sight, oh it was fucking lewd. His pupils were blown, curls an unruly mess from your constant tugging. It was going to push you over the edge. 

“Good boy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum–mmm, ohmygod.” He hums into your pussy, licking a flat stripe up your slit before grazing his teeth against your clit. 

You fist his hair, pulling at it as hard as possible when you come undone on his face. Your legs start to shake and you’re barely able to think straight– but you continue to grind on him, riding out your orgasm. He licks up your cum, every last drop, moaning loudly into your pussy.

As you come down from your high, you lift yourself off his face and scoot back to perch yourself on his ink-covered torso. A lazy grin spreads across his face, chin and mouth glistening with your wetness. You kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. 

“I love you, love you so much, want to milk your fucking cock now, how does that sound, baby boy?” You drag your nails down his chest as you position yourself above his red, leaking cock. 

“Fuck yes! Please! Need you–mmph–need you to fuck me now, please,” He throws his head back when you grip the base of his cock. You sink down slightly, allowing his tip to tease your entrance. He groans, struggling against the tie once again. 

“Baby, please promise you’ll tell me when you need me in this way, okay? Want to make sure my darling is taken care of. Don’t ever have to make me mad to get attention,” You rake your hand through his hair, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. He nods, brown eyes full of adoration, lust, need. 

You sink down on him without warning. A pathetic whimper slips past Matty’s lips as you let him stretch you out, clenching your walls around his aching cock. 

“Ah–fu–fuck.” He lets out a groan and you raise your hips, then sink back down on him. You moan, he’s deep in you, fucking filling you. 

You place your hands on his chest, using him for support as you bounce on his cock. He looked like sex, flushed and sweaty under your mercy. 

He whines, staring at his cock as it disappears inside you. You use your right hand to tilt his chin up, looking into his eyes as you shove two fingers in his mouth. You’ve created a steady rhythm with your hips, fucking him with skill. 

Matty moans around your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start riding him faster. 

“My pretty boy…fuckin’ made for me,” Your left-hand runs up his chest, wrapping your fingers around his throat and applying the slightest bit of pressure. He closes his eyes, helping you by snapping his hips up into yours; it was obvious he was close to cumming, but he’d been good tonight, he deserved it, so you squeeze his throat a little harder to push him over the edge. 

You didn’t expect him to last for long– you pull your fingers out of his mouth so you can hear his little noises again. 

“Mm, ‘m cumming, g-gonna cum, please–fuck, shit, baby–please!” Matty cries out and you can see tears prick at the corners of his eyes. You lean down to pepper his face with sweet kisses, petting his hair as you roll your hips on his. 

Your breath fans over the shell of his ear, “Been such a good boy for me, love, please fill me up.” 

His body falls limp and he spills his load into you, filling you completely with spurts of warm cum. “Thank you, Jesus fucking Christ, thank you.” 

“No, thank you, sweetheart,” You continue to run your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath; you’ve already completely stopped the movement of your hips. He notices this after a few moments and raises his head to look at you. 

“You didn’t cum,” His face looks a bit sad as you reach up to pull at the silk tie bounding him to the bed. You take his wrists in your hands and undo the knot, throwing the soft fabric on the end of the bed. 

You kiss his wrists, a bit red from struggling against the restraint. Gently massaging them with your thumbs, you lean down to press a wet kiss to his forehead. “Don’t worry about me, my love, you already got me off before, remember?” 

He nods, too tired to argue about it. His cock goes soft inside you and you slowly lift yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the loss of contact. You kiss his cheek and move to climb off the bed but he stops you, grabbing at your arm.

“Stay, baby, please? Don’t leave.” You almost start crying right there and then when you turn to look at his sad eyes. He never wanted you to stop touching him. 

“Matty, honey, I’m gonna grab some clean boxers for you and then go to the bathroom for just a minute, then I’ll be back okay? I promise.” You coo at him, soothingly stroking his cheek with your hand. 

“Mkay. Be quick, please?” His lips turn up into a smile and you giggle, nodding and finally escaping from the warmth of your bed. 

You come back a few minutes later, a fresh pair of boxers from the dryer and a glass of water in hand. Matty waits lying on his side, but his head immediately lifts from the pillow when he hears you walk over to the bed.

“Ok, sweetheart, drink some water and then I’ll help you put these on.”

He sips on the water and looks at you over the rim of the glass, “I can put my underwear on myself, I’m a man, you know.” 

“Oh piss off, I was trying to fuckin’ take care of you.” He laughs and takes the boxers, slipping them over his hips as you walk over to your side of the bed. You had put on one of Matty’s shirts before you left the room earlier.

You lay down next to him, pulling him into your body. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, curls tickling the underside of your jaw. 

“I love you,” Matty whispers and squeezes you tighter. His lips leave feather-light kisses below your ear. 

“I love you more. Go to sleep now, love.” 

I just had the stupidest but best idea everrrr

Heart Out is my absolute fave song rn I just gives me the tingles and makes me feel twirly 🤷🏻‍♂️

And I have a 75 tattoo dedicated to a few of my other fave songs but Heart Out ain’t on it cuz I wanted one specifically for Heart Out and I’m tryna decide how to go about it

And my brain just goes “well after your top surgery you can get “push your lack of chest out” on your collor bone” and idk why but that was too funny to me

Is that stupid or funny 😂😂😂

Chapter 23

Word Count : 2182

Mention of fight details , flirting

I actually really enjoyed writing this one , I don’t know why, there was just something about it , any thoughts and comments would be much appreciated from you guys , I’m actually in love with these lads

George's POV

Once the school had gone over the incident with Reece and I like a thousand times and checked details with others that's when they called my dad to come and get me. That was when the shit hit the fan, I was just sat in the receptionist office when my dad came storming through the doors and just stood there waiting for me to stand up, I followed him out just in wait of the onslaught of trouble I'm about to be in. Once we got into the car that was when it began

"What the fuck George , I literally just spoke to you this morning about your behaviour lately" , he's red in the face and I can already see that he's seething , he's had to leave work to come and get me but I'm not going to just sit and take it right now.

"What , I was sticking up for a friend, what did you expect me to do , just leave him to get tormented, you raised me better than that , right?" , I raise my voice a little to get my point across because he has he raised me to look after those who  can't or won't do it themselves

"We've had this before though George , we've been telling you since you where 8 years old , there are better ways at resolving your issues then using your hands" , he has been telling me that for the longest time but like nine times out of ten it's not even my fault or me that's started it, I've always just been bigger and teller than most kids so I've always done slightly more damage is that my fault no , I don't think so. I just feel the need to protect people , I always have

"I understand that dad but it wasn't even me who started it" , there we go resorting to the answer of every 5 year old in the world, he started it , Jesus what am I even saying. "Seriously dad , I was just trying to help Joe"

"I know that George and I appreciate you helping your friend , but youve gone and got yourself excluded again, this behaviour of yours needs to be sorted, As I said this morning , I will be grounding you so for the next two weeks you will be home after school , won't be going to that lad Adams is it ?, also I know you won't be at school but I expect you to still be doing your studies and I'll be taking your phone before you go to bed 10 on the dot so you actually get sleep" , A sigh escapes my lips before I even have a second to think about it. "I'm sorry, Is no there a disagreement you have with that"

"No dad" ,  I just rest back on my seat and close my eyes escaping to my happy place as my dad continues to ramble on while he drives, I don't really catch on to anything he's saying at this point I've lost interest in what he's talking about. The amount of times I've heard this same exact speech a number of times. I know he means well and he’s just trying to get me to be a well upstanding citizen but I’m doing it my way and doing an Okay job. Once I’ve noticed he’s finished his onslaught I take my phone out and shove my headphones in and I really want to talk to Matty right now but he can’t see me like this he’ll just worry.

“Sorry, I got a little bit distracted, What have you been up to then love ?” I wanna see his face it will calm me but if I keep snap chatting him he’ll wonder why I’m not showing him my face “also do you have instagram”

I just rest my phone on my leg until I get a reply , the rest of the drive home was quiet but awkward, my dad drops me at the front door and tells me to make sure I get studying before racing off back to work, my phone goes off once I reach my bedroom , just Matty sending a link to his instagram and he was telling me that he’d spent a lot of the day writing a new song , he had also asked me if I was okay again

“Yeh I’m fine love I promise” , I click on the link that takes me to his instagram page, and there I go losing my breath again at just how gorgeous he is. There was a lot of pictures with his friends and his family but my favourites are the ones of him just looking like he’s asked someone to take it and he’s just being the model that he is. They make me laugh, I can just see him begging his mates to take them . There’s also a lot of pictures of him with his guitars and his band mates playing tiny gigs and he looks so free in them, like he’s having the best time. A cigarette hanging from his mouth or in his hand in like 6 out 10 of them. The latest one was the picture he sent me of himself a Louis so I like it and send a quick

bedforddanes75: That’s my boys right there ❤️

And just leave a few more comments on a few pictures that might be bit weird but I want him to know I’m there. There’s a picture of him with a couple of his friends looking like there at a house party Matty has a bottle of wine in one hand and a cig in the other and he’s smiling like really smiling, like he’s mid laugh or something.

bedforddanes75: You need to be happy like that all the time love ❤️

A notification comes up on the top of my screen slipping me out of my insta stalking “you enjoying yourself there Georgie?”, shit I totally slipped my mind that he’s see all the comments and likes just come in all at once, my checks start to heat up already and I smile to myself and open my texts to reply

“Whoops” , I quickly go back to his insta and find the last picture to comment on just to be cheeky, he’s wearing a Newcastle Football shirt and he’s standing with his dad outside the stadium and I comment

bedforddanes75: Don’t like Mackems ay ? 😂😂

“Your a cheeky sod Daniel”, another text from Matty shows at the top of my screen and it makes me literally laugh out loud.

“Hit a nerve did I?” , I know I’m just winding him up but it’s what I do best really I’m a massive wind up always have been. I throw my rucksack across the room as I forgot I still had it on my back and lay back down probably on my bed “oh , yeh , my uh dad grounded me”, I have to tell him because what if I can’t call him when he needs me , Ill still have my laptop but I have to wait till my parents go to bed

“Why?, can we still call ?”

“Yeh I still have my phone till about 10, but we’ll have to wait to call till my parents are asleep, I’m sorry”, I really hate that I can’t be there for him every minute but I’m sure it’ll be alright we can work it out.

“What happened?”

“Just something at school it’s not important love”, I don’t want him thinking I’m a violent guy because I’m really not, it just get wound up easily especially when bullies are involved. “I can call till my family come home if you like?”

“If that’s okay, I don’t want you in more trouble darling”

“I wanna hear your voice , I miss you” , I’ll have to hide my face from him, I’ll just do some work while I’m calling him so he doesn’t see it. That might work maybe just maybe, I make my way over to my desk and set my laptop up and push the screen further back so it’s facing the roof more so my face isn’t to mu h in veiw then I get my books out to work through some science. Once I’m all set up I pull up Mattys contact and press call and wait for him to pop up

“Heya Darlin” from what I can see he’s sat on his bedroom floor and he’s got his guitar in hand pen sticking out of his mouth and a fag on a tiny ashtray and there’s a million papers scattered around his small body.

“Hi love, you writing something new”, he looks up to the screen for a second before going back to plucking his guitar strings, and I start my work

“I’m trying but I can’t seem to get it right, it’s a nightmare, I’m getting somewhere slowly though” , he looks really into it and I can’t take my eyes away from him , he’s just plucking away and writing stuff down , my mind is already off of the work I should be doing and I’m just watching him while still trying to keep my face out of shot. “Where are you Georgie I can’t see you”

I wave at the screen a little so he can see my hand “I’m right here love”, I want him to see me so he’s happy but I know he’ll just freak out at me if he sees my face covered in cuts. I can’t put that one him right now “I’m just working is all”

“I wanna see you darling, what’s wrong seriously”, he’s dropped the guitar beside him and picked up his laptop and it’s all I can see is his face trying to figure out why he can’t see me.

“Nothings wrong love, I’m just trying to work this stuff out , you can see me in a second I promise” , I know I’m being stupid , and I know it’ll just upset him but it’s better this way once it’s healed it’ll be better , I don’t know how I’m going to keep it from him that long but I’ll have too. There’s a silence for a while , when Matty speaks up again

“George come on tell me what’s wrong please, what happened, you know I won’t judge” , fuck I know that , I know he won’t it’s more of a me thing and sit and think for a while before I decide that fine I’ll just show him.

“Right fine I’ll show you but please don’t think I’m a bad guy” , I pull the screen down and remove my hat so he can see it better , it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be but it’s still a lot just a bust lip , black eyes growing exponentially and my nose is still a bit messed up, I sigh and look back down at my lap leaning back on my chair. “I got into a fight and I uh , I didn’t want you too see, I didn’t want you to think I’m a bad guy”, he’s searching my face and he’s got a cheeky little smile on his face, I can’t work this kid out sometimes.

“You look hot” , the smile on his face grows bigger when I look back up to him and my eyes widen at his statement, “like scars are beautiful and you look hot, like you defended someone’s honour, that’s fit”.

I scoff a little “your a strange one love but yeh , I was just tryna stick up for my friend Joel, some lad was just winding him up …”, While trying to explain myself, he’s still looking at me with those deep brown eyes, cheekily smiling at me, making me flustered again. “ and uh yeh he threw the first punch like but I got my point across this time I think”

“Is that why you got grounded , being a little rebel”

“Just a-lot went on today , and it all just boiled up to that and I lost it I think, you know just teenage drama”

The smile plastered across his face just keeps getting bigger as I explain “Teenage drama has my heart, teenage angst is what I write about most yanno lad”, we both break down in fits of laughter after that. We’re both red in the face from laughing. “But on a more serious note though is everything okay”

“Yeh I’m grand , I don’t know how the other lad is, but I’m grand, He just keeps getting on at Joel cuz he’s gay, and then after I posted you on my story ealier my ex tried to get information out of me about who you where but I don’t want her to be involved right, want you to myself for now, and my dad was just being a whole fuckin nightmare this morning” , I let out a breath after just that word vomit was a lot.

“I’m sorry that was a lot” , He doesn’t say anything for a minute or two just looking at me his eyes sparkling “what?”

“You want me to yourself?”