Chapter 26

Concept

Should I keep writing it would y’all like to read it

The Boys (Matty , G , Rosso and Hann ) obvs but like slightly younger again teenagers (I can’t help but write them then idk why ), but it’s an AU where Matty is a trans-man and he’s trying to like make his way through life dealing with dysphoria and stuff , but even as a male G has like the biggest crush on him , so G and the lads help him become more comfortable in his self , and be more “masculine” even though he’s still very Matty like , and G still thinks he’s fit as always , and they slowly become an item and ends up mad protective of him when there at school and stuff

Haven’t got it all worked out yet , WOULD YALL READ IT

Bro a live band is playing and they went for a break rn and I can just see the drums unattended and I need to not look at them cuz if I do I’ll sob and wanna play them 😂😂😂

An Encounter (Ch. 2)-guitar nerd!matty au

word count: 3.9k

a/n: chapter two is finally here my beloved people. hope you enjoy my writing. sorry if it’s not as perfect as i want it to be. enjoy!

warnings: SMUTTY SMUTTY🕷️

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It's only been two weeks since you went into your local music store. Since that moment, you were head over heels for him. He was so charismatic, funny, charming, and he was always nice to you, like really nice to you. It was really throwing you off. You visited him when you had the time.

Today was just like any other day, you had stopped by the music shop on your break from studying. He looked up at the sound of the bell, smiling at who was walking in. He felt his heart race at the sight of you. He knew your name, what you liked and didn’t like. He knew a lot about you, he liked that about himself. He liked knowing about you for some reason.

“Afternoon, darling.” he said, resting his chin on the back of the broom’s handle and looking at you with a smirk on his face

“Hi, Matty”

Hearing you say his name made his heart soar, but he tried to hide it by smiling politely at you. “How’s your day going?”

“Pretty bland”

He tilted his head, putting the broom down and leaning against the counter slightly, crossing his arms over his chest “Bland, eh? I can’t believe you can have a bland day”

You shrug. He looked at you for a second before pushing himself off the counter and walking around the corner of the counter “It’s pretty boring here, too. Barely anyone’s been coming… well besides you of course”

“Really?”

“Yup, it’s been pretty dead.”

Standing directly in front of you. He studied your face for a second. You flushed, ‘Fuck me’

“Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” Matty asks nervously.

“I was going to get lunch”

“Mind if I join you?” He smiled at you, hoping you would say yes, but also not wanting to look too excited if you said no.

“I don’t mind”

He mentally high fived himself once you agreed to him joining you for lunch.

“I’ll lock up the shop..” He said, walking over and locking the door and flipping the sign to ‘CLOSED’ before walking back over to you.

He pushed the door open for you before following you out of the store. Once the door was closed and locked he turned to you. “So, where to?”

“I noticed this cute little cafe around the block. Looks fucking cool”

“Lead the way then darling, I trust your judgment”

He followed beside you as you made your way to the cafe, looking down at you as he walked, thinking about how small you were compared to him. After a few moments you guys reached the cafe. It looked like an old 70s diner from the outside, but it was modernized on the inside. The place looked cool as hell.

“You have good taste..”

He said, looking around at the restaurant and then down at you. He noticed a booth in the corner and put a hand on your back gently. You shiver at the touch.

“Table or booth?”

He chuckled at you being indecisive “Booth it is”

He motioned for you to walk in front of him then put his hand on your back again, guiding you over to the booth in the corner. He motioned for you to sit before he slid into the other side. You can tell he was trying to hide his nerves. As you were too.

He looked at you for a second, catching a glance of your expressions and sensing mutual nervousness. He decided to say something just to break the silence.

“Do you come here often?” He joked with a smirk.

“God not the date jokes already”

He chuckled at your comment “I’m sorry, I had to.”

He smiled at you, trying his best to stop himself from staring. You were just so pretty it was so hard not too.

A waitress walked up to them with a pencil and notepad, ready to take their order.

You guys ordered your food. Eating silently. You broke the ice.

“Where are you from?”

Matty perked up at the question, he was glad you said something, “Manchester, UK.. I moved here a few years ago.”

“You like America so far?

He shrugged, taking a sip of his soda “It’s not bad. The people are.. different for sure. Definitely different then they are in the UK.” He chuckled slightly.

“But that’s okay though…”

He looked at you as he spoke. He smiled softly at you before he continued “I like different. It’s new.”

As you guys talked, Matty's eyes lingered on your face for a little too long. He was captivated by your features. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you. However, he tried his best to act casual and not let it show too much.

He took another bite of his food before speaking again. "What about you? Have you lived around here your whole life?"

“Sadly”

“Why sadly?”

“Well it’s…America”

Matty chuckled softly and nodded his head in understanding. He knew exactly what you meant. The current states of the country weren't great to say the very least.

"Yeah the country is a mess. But some of the people here aren't bad. There's some good people here... Somewhere" He said jokingly before taking another sip of his drink and looking back at you.

There was a silence between them for a moment as he looked at you, a million thoughts running through his head. He then decided to change the subject before he continued staring at you for too long. There it was again, that same nervousness he felt before. He took a breath and spoke softly, hoping that it wasn't too obvious how nervous he was.

"So.. you said you were a uni student, right?"

“Yeah.”

“What’s your major?”

“Don’t laugh.”

"I won't laugh, but it can't be that bad" He teased with a chuckle.

“I’m a business major”

Matty's eyes widened in mock surprise, "No way, a business major? I would’ve never guessed.” He said sarcastically with a cheeky grin on his face.

“What do you want to do with a business degree?”

Shrugs at him, “Something I’ve always thought about.”

He nodded slowly as he thought about your response. He took another sip of his drink, noticing how you weren't giving him a lot to go off of. He wanted to keep the conversation going, but he didn't know how to keep it going if you weren't going to give him a little more

"You don't have any big aspirations in life? No end goal?"

“Not really, no”

Matty looked at you, slightly confused. He couldn't tell if you were serious or not. He tilted his head a little and spoke cautiously.

"Not really? How do you not have some sort of goal for life? Everyone has to have SOME sort of drive"

He waited for you to say something, but you just shrugged again. He was a tad bit baffled if he was being honest, but he tried not to show it. He leaned his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly

"You're telling me you don't have a single ambition in this life? You just go with the flow?"

“Pretty much.”

He was still a little baffled, but that look of confusion was turning into a look of fascination. You intrigued him. You were the complete opposite of him. He had dreams and hopes, goals, things he aspired to be and do. He was determined to make something of himself. But you... you just didn't care, you just went with the flow, it was mesmerizing.

Then, his leg brushed against yours. The moment your leg made contact with his, he felt his heart skip a beat. The feeling of your skin touching his was electric, it sent tingles through his whole body. He tried to act nonchalantly by moving a little in his seat, but the truth was he wanted to feel more of your skin on his. He wanted to touch you, and feel you. You got goosebumps, the hair prickling up on your body. you fidget with your ear a little.

He noticed the change in your body language, the subtle fidgeting that signaled nervousness and excitement. It was intoxicating, the way you were reacting to him was exactly how he was feeling as well. He couldn't help but stare at you, noticing every little reaction you had to the contact.

You looked at him, eyes dilated. He saw the dilation in your eyes, and it made his heart skip a beat. Those gorgeous eyes, staring at him made him feel a way he couldn't describe. He felt his whole nervous system go into sensory overdrive. He could feel every little thing, he could hear your breathing, he could smell your perfume or lotion or whatever it was you wore. Everything about you was driving him insane in the best way possible.

One hour later you guys left the restaurant.As you guys walked out of the restaurant, Matty couldn't help but feel strangely disappointed. Being in such close proximity to you for that amount of time and not being able to fully express how he was feeling was killing him. As they walked out into the busy sidewalk, he couldn’t help but cast a sideways glance at you, admiring your beauty. Silence hung in the air as he tried to figure out what to say or do now.

“I should probably head home” you say.

“Could I walk you?”

Surprised by him, you decided to nod “Sure”

He nodded, trying to act calm and cool but inside he was doing a happy dance that you said yes. He fell into step beside you as you started to walk.

When you guys arrived at your place, Matty was close to you, too close to be exact. He was standing fairly close to you, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin and you could almost feel the heat coming off of him. He took a moment to look at you, studying your face up close, before speaking softly.

"This is you huh?"

“Yeah”

He didn't want to leave quite yet, so he stayed there in front of your apartment, standing close to you, practically inches away from you. He couldn't get over how gorgeous you were. He smiled to himself as he continued staring at you, suddenly feeling bold, he spoke, "You know.. you're absolutely beautiful"

You open your mouth, surprised by the gesture. “Thank you I suppose.”

He chuckled softly at your somewhat timid response. He had a cocky attitude, so he was a bit surprised when you didn't immediately respond with a cocky, "I know" or "I know I am". It both took him off guard, but also made him want you even more.

He took a step closer to you, his chest almost touching yours. He looked down at you, his heart racing in his chest. He was inches from you, and it took all of his self-control not to just grab you and kiss you senseless. You look up at him. You can tell his eyes are darker than normal.

He gazes down at you, his eyes locking on yours. He feels the heat coming off of your body, and it only makes him want to get closer. He slowly brings his hand up to your face, his fingertips gently brushing across your skin. “Can I ask you something?"

You nod.

He let his hand rest on your cheek, his fingers gently stroking across your skin. He takes a breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking softly.

“Can I kiss you?"

“Please”

His brain nearly short-circuited at your response, and almost didn't believe you actually said yes. But before he had another doubt, he took another step towards you, closing the space between you. He pressed his body against yours and cupped your face with his hands. He looked into your eyes for a second before he gently leaned down and captured your lips with his.

You did backflips inside your brain. How did this happen, a cute guy from a music shop. kissing you in front of your apartment. you didn’t want it to end.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue gently brushing across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. He couldn't get enough of you. You open your mouth for him. He was soft to the touch.

He groaned softly when you opened your mouth for him. He wasted no time, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth. He held you tighter against him, his hands gripping your hips as he kissed you.

“Come inside” you say, pulling away gasping.

He was slightly out of breath, and slightly dazed from the kiss. His brain took a moment to process what you had said, and when he registered it his heart skipped a beat. He looked at you, then looked at your apartment, then back to you.

"Wha-...are you sure?"

“I want you”

He was taken off guard by your bluntness, but he loved it. The way you spoke sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but nod in agreement. He wanted you just as badly, if not more.

"Fuck me" he muttered.

You guys entered your apartment. You were nervous, a good nervousness. Matty followed you inside, his heart racing. He couldn't believe this was actually happening, he was inside your apartment, alone with you, and you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, watching you in silence for a moment before speaking.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with"

You grab his hand, “Yes”

He felt your hand grasp his, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He let you lead him further into your apartment, his mind racing with thoughts and fantasies. He wanted you so badly, but he still wanted to be respectful, so he let you take the lead.

He followed you deeper into your apartment, his mind racing with excitement and nervousness. Once you entered your bedroom, he took a moment to look around. Your room was simple but cozy, a reflection of you. He stood awkwardly for a moment, not quite sure what to do or say. You push him on the bed.

He let out a small gasp of surprise as you pushed him onto the bed. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched you as you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

You grind your hips onto his, kissing his neck softly.

He groaned softly as you grind your hips against his, causing him to arch his back in response. He let out a shaky moan when you began kissing his neck, his hands immediately going to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You play with his shirt, “Can I take this off?”

Matty swallowed hard as you started playing with the hem of his shirt, his skin buzzing from your touch. He nodded his head quickly as he spoke,

“Please, take it off”

He shivered as you slowly pulled his shirt up, the feeling of your hands on his skin was incredible. He lifted his arms and allowed you to completely remove the shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to look at. He felt a little self-conscious for a moment, but then he looked at you and saw the look of desire in your eyes.

You kissed him desperately, you wanted more, right now. The heat in your body was too intense. you were soaked.

He kissed you back eagerly, his hands gripping your hips once again. He could feel the heat emanating from your body, and it drove him wild. He needed more, he wanted all of you. Matty tugged your shirt.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, noticing how the shirt was in the way. He looked back up at you, his eyes dark with desire,

“Take it off”

You take the shirt off. leaving you just in your bra.

Matty’s breath hitched in his throat as he gazed at you, sitting on his lap in nothing but a bra. His gaze roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you, and he swallowed hard,

“God- you’re gorgeous”

“Take my bra off, please?”

He reached up and slowly reached for the lacy fabric, his fingers trembling just a little as he hooked them around the straps. He took a deep breath and then began to gently pull it off. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and let out a shaky exhale as he looked down at your bare chest.

He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life, and all he could do was stare for a moment in awe. He gently ran his hands up and down your sides, his touch light and almost reverent,

"You're fucking gorgeous, darling. So goddamn beautiful"

He watches you intently oh fuck. he mutters under his breath in awe.

“Get up, darling” He gently tapped your hips, signaling for you to get off of him. You do, watching his next move.

He slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, leaving him in just his boxers. He laid there in front of you, in just his boxers, his bare chest on full display. He could feel your eyes roaming over his body.

You walked back to the bed crawling on the edge. You move your hand to his boxers.

His breathing hitches at the touch, his eyes flutter shut as he leans back into the pillow, “Ohh. Fuck”

You move it slightly, “Am I doing something wrong?”

Shakes his head, unable to form words. He lets out a low moan as you move your hand, “No. No. It feels good. Just like that.”

“Can I take them off?”

Nods almost imperceptibly, his breath coming in short pants. yeah. yeah you can. he manages to get out, his hips buckling slightly as he anticipates your touch.

He lets out a low groan as you remove his briefs, his body tensing up with pleasure. his cock is fully erect, the tip glistening with precum, "Oh god. fuck."

He brings his and around your ass, rubbing it, he asks you if he can help you out of it. Nodding, he reaches up and gently begins to pull your pants down, his touch soft and deliberate. Once they're off, he throws them to the side, but not before taking a moment to admire your legs.

He smiles a bit as he continues to watch you, moving his hand further up your leg and towards your inner thigh. He leans in closer, whispering in your ear, “You ok?”

“Yeah”

He looks up at you, smirks and slowly moves your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to his view and touch. He starts to rub your clit, teasing it with his fingers.

Moaning at his touch, as he starts to rub your clit faster, his thumb pressing down on it while his fingers slide up and down your pussy lips. Matty gets up, and goes to his wallet. He ripped out a condom. He then taps your waist once more.

Guiding you back down onto him, “Come here, love.”

You climb on top of him again. He rolls onto his back, guiding you to straddle him with your legs on either side of his hips. He grips your hips, his touch firm and guiding as he helps you position yourself over him.

He groans in pleasure as you sink back down onto him, the heat and tightness of your body enveloping him completely,

“Oh god, yes. Just like that.” He grips your hips, steadying you as he begins to thrust upwards into you in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Fucking christ. You take me so good, baby. Fuck. Yeah just like that” he whines out a breath in pleasure, as you ride him up and down. His breath was hot on your neck, gently sucking and moaning. Hands roam all over your body.

He gently guides your hips, urging you to move up and down on top of him. Their whines are mixed together. He was different from other men you slept with, he wasn’t quiet in bed.

He lets out a low moan, his fingers digging into your hips as you start to move in earnest, “Ah, fuck, that's it.”

His thrusting up, it grows more urgent, meeting your downward movements with force.

His breathing quickening as you begin to grind your hips in circles.

He opens his eyes, gazing up at you with a look of pure adoration and lust, “Fucking christ, gorgeous, love.”

He reaches up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple. You moan his name at the touch.

He groans at the sound of your moan, his hips bucking up into you in a desperate bid for release. “Bloody hell,”

Your stomach turns into a knot, as you reach down to your clit. He grips your hips, holding you steady as you begin to touch yourself.

“Oh fuck, yes” His moans got louder even further, a little sweat breaking out on his forehead as he watched you. “I'm so close.”

Your cunt tightened around his cock. He shudders beneath you, his thrusts faltering as he comes. You continue to ride out your orgasim.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both ride out the waves of pleasure. He plants a kiss on your neck, his lips lingering there as he catches his breath.

You decided to get up, wincing as you pulled out of him. He takes off the condom, tying it off and putting it in the trash can near your bed.

“Let me clean you up,” he says.

You shook your head, “It’s okay”

He gets up and walks to the bathroom in your bedroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth, “No, let me.”

He gently wipes between your thighs, his touch tender and caring. You were completely blissed out, still coming down from your high when you felt Matty gently wipe between your thighs. You watched him as he did so, noticing how tender and caring he was being. A small sigh escaped your lips as he continued, the feeling of the warm cloth against your sensitive skin was so soothing.

“Thank you.”

Matty looked up at you and smiled as he finished cleaning you up. He gently patted your thigh as he spoke, "No need to thank me, love"

You look hazily. Matty smiled at you, noticing the tiredness look in your eyes. He set the cloth on the bedside table and climbed back onto the bed, laying next to you.

"You feeling okay darling?"

“Tired.”

Matty chuckled softly and nodded, understanding how exhausted you must be. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, your head resting on his chest.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and held you close to him as he got comfortable. The room was quiet, and the only sound was the steady rhythm of his heart beat. He felt relaxed and content, having you close to him like this, and he knew that he was never going to let you go.

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So for the ff that I’m writing Matty as a Trans-Man imma call it Menswear because that just fits to me anyway , would y’all like a , I can’t remember the word I’m looking for but something that gives you sneak peak or like a blurb about it or something first or would you just like me to go straight into it

Or

Would you prefer me to finish “Heart out” then go into “Menswear” stuff ???

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

This is just a small one shot I thought of based on one of my favourite songs , it’s pants and I know it could be soooo much better but it’s like 6am and I’m so sorry if it sucks

Called “Now your mine” , written from Mattys perspective, there about 17-18 and there isn’t much warnings for it other than maybe slight jealousy and cheating

(Changed the feminine pronouns to male ones just for the Fic)

I saw him standing cross the AstroTurf , I couldn’t believe that you had got there first.

Playing footie on the Astro after school is something that we always did before we wrong home, That day was no different I was standing with Ross and Hann just waiting for George to come along , as he did I could see that he was with her! Again , what a nightmare she is , and from the look already on his face I could tell that something was going on something was brewing between them. She was just chatting away to him and it looked like she was genuinely draining the life out of him. I couldn’t help but watch his every move as he came over to us, his broad shoulder and tall frame dark hair righted up in the bin that had always drive me wild. I couldn’t help being jealous of her and how she had somehow managed to crowd her way into George’s life, with her stupid little laugh and long ass legs (what that’s got to do with anything I’ll never know but there we go that’s what’s annoying me today), I’d loved George for as long as I’d known him but how could she just turn up one day and turn his life upside down.

You said you loved him did you really though , already had someone else on the go

They’d been together about five months at this point and George appeared to be totally smitten by her, she was always around , at school , when we hung out, always coming to see him at work and he even had to bring her to practise. She said she loved him too but the amount of stories I’d heard from others that would disprove this theory was immeasurable. I don’t know much about her but I know that she’d been with nearly ever lad out year and is now just making her way through the year below George being the newest she’d gotten her fuckin claws into. I’d brung it up with George a million times but he just told me every time that “she’s changed”, “she loves him” , but I’d heard that no matter how she was with or how ever many times she’d “changed” , she just used people and cheated every chance she got, she’d probably be looking for her new prey at this point. Not that I’d ever call George prey because he could stick up for himself and he was my best mate but even Hann dislikes her and he doesn’t dislike anyone you know.

And yes he stayed the night and he, he probably shouldn’t have.

He’s stayed the night, we’d spent a few hours with the lads practicing for the gig we had lined up down the pub that weekend and on the off occasion that , she hadn’t actually come he stayed over, it was a Thursday night and we’d gotten high after dinner and we were watching re-runs of friends. Laying next to each other I could feel the height coming off him I was the close to. I couldn’t keep my eyes of him, blowing out the smoked as his cheeks hollow out, his eyes slightly blood shot, his lips always so pretty.

“ Bro , you know you can take a picture right it’ll last well longer”, even his laugh his godly.

This leads us into a conversation about how he’d been so quiet and to himself recently, comes to think of it if he wasn’t at home, he was with her. We hadn’t seen him in months and when we did he just seemed off, upset, maybe even traumatised if that was the right word. He’d tried to say he was fine but I could tell he wasn’t,

Look in his eyes tell , tell me you wouldn’t have

I had to get him to be honest , his eyes weren’t as bright as they used to me, not as full as optimism and mischief as they had once been. They just seemed dull, as did he just tired and overall done with everything. So I pushed him to be honest with me. And that’s when he told me that Little Miss Jessie is just as bad as everyone says she is, That they argue all the time , that’s she’s manipulative , doesn’t trust him, won’t leave him alone. He’d told me that she’s always at him for being out and not with her or always making him feel like the bad guy. She overall just treats him like shit but he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her even after the fact that he’s so upset by everything.

All is fair in matters of the heart so , go ahead and tear this friendship apart

We’d gotten into a massive discussion about the fact that he has to look out for number one no matter how much you may love someone, that the people you love shouldn’t be allowed to do as they please just because they feel like it. And then.

As I’d like magic he turned me and told me that he just couldn’t take it anymore and that he doesn’t want to leave her but doesn’t know what to do about it, his head fell onto my shoulder and a few tears let slip, I wiped them away holding him close to me. I waited till he had calmed down a little bit. Holding him this close to me wasn’t helping my situation in anyway what-so-ever and I couldn’t hold myself back. While I was comforting him I brung my lips to his cheek and then the other I could feel the heat raising throughout my body and when I looked at him we both leaned into each other and my world fell into place. Our lips met and our souls connected on a deeper level.

“What was that Matty!”

“George honestly , I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I just can’t watch you go through it with little miss perfect anymore I just wanted you to know that, and if ….if you don’t feel the same that’s fine….but please for the love of God ….you have to get rid of her….she’s just messing with you ead”

He then pulled me into him again , into a brain melting kiss. I closed my eyes this time and pulled him closer to me feeling his hands trail up my body until they were resting on my flaming hot cheeks and mine where shoved into his shirt that I grabbed onto for dear life.

“Gimmie your phone love” , we pulled away from each other for a second to breath and he passed me his phone after he’d pulled it from his pocket, I punched in the passcode and found her contact sending her

“It’s not my fault you know what’s done is done , he wanted me let it be , we’re still so young , which I could say that sorry I’m wrong but it’s not my fault that you got cheated on - Matty ❤️”. I send it away and got back to the task at hand.

Based off of “Cheating” by Michael Aldag

I swear I said the weirdest thing today I need to know if anyone agrees

I can’t remember what the conversation was for me to have aid it but I know I said it

“I’d do anything for Matty , except give up my love for G or John”

Does anyone else agree or am I the weirdo 😂

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

(mdni) in which you discover your boyfriend’s dirty little secret and bring him to his knees. part of the white and gold universe. 3600 words.

warnings: daddy kink, praise, degradation, masturbation, sex toys, sub!matty, oral (f and m receiving)

Matty’s at work when you find it, tucked innocently away under his bed. You’re getting ready for your date and you drop an earring, sending it skittering into darkness. Groaning, you kneel, feeling blindly for it, and your hand bumps against a shoebox. Curious, you tug it into the light; it’s innocuous, plain black and not matching any of the shoes you know he owns, the tape loosely holding it shut practically inviting you to nose through its contents.

Peeling the lid off, you flush siren-red, staring down at the box in disbelief. Your boyfriend’s hidden sex toy collection sits in your lap, cock rings and vibrators and even a fucking fleshlight staring back up at you. Flustered, you shove the box back under the bed, filthy fantasies playing so vividly in your head that you can practically hear his sweet, syrupy moans as he fucks into the toy. He’d be flushed, sweating, taking out his frustrations on the plastic the way he uses you after a long day.

Head swimming, your thighs clench, kicking off your panties and collapsing back against the pillows. Your own collection of toys lives in one of Matty’s bedside drawers, and you retrieve one of your vibrators, pressing it intently to your clit. A buzz of sharp, delicious pleasure rockets up your spine, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you grind down against the toy. You don’t hear Matty until he announces his presence, too distracted by the liquid heat pooling between your thighs. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, and you jolt, heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you snap, bucking your hips and moaning theatrically. “C’mere.”

Matty laughs softly, slowly crossing the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds. “What’s got you all needy, darling?” Oh, if only he knew.

What’s left of your brainpower goes on holding your cards close to your chest. “Want you,” you murmur, and Matty clicks his tongue fondly, his hand covering yours at the base of the toy.

“Here, baby, let me,” he urges, leaning down to kiss you as your hand falls from between your legs to your side. He picks up a familiar rhythm, your vision blurring with pleasure as Matty rolls the toy over your swollen clit. “So, so pretty, baby,” he praises. “My gorgeous girl. Fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? Always so wet for your Daddy. Pretty little slut.”

You squirm, his words swirling together with the dizzying pleasure pulsing under your skin. “Only for you, Daddy,” you promise, pouting up at him until he kisses you again, slowly running the vibrator along your inner thigh as you tremble in anticipation. Matty dials the vibration up a notch, a scream tearing from your throat as he brings it back to your sensitive clit, intense pleasure-pain arcing up your spine.

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pounding in your ears as your heartbeat thrums in your cunt. “That’s right, pretty baby,” he smirks against your lips. “You’re all mine.” Breathing hard against Matty’s mouth, you writhe against the toy, desperate little whines slipping from your lips as your orgasm builds at the base of your spine. “Are you close, darling?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, head hazy. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum f’you,” you slur out, deliriated and almost drunk on his touch.

Matty clicks his tongue. “We have reservations, baby,” he smirks, pulling the vibrator away from your clit. The loss feels like a physical ache, your body thrashing in protest as Matty kisses you softly and pulls away, wandering off to clean the toy as your chest heaves. “Come on, darling,” he says, emerging from the bathroom and watching you trying to catch your breath. “We’re gonna be late.”

Seething and unsatisfied, you pick yourself up and dress for dinner. It is really lovely, a secluded table at one of your favourite restaurants, candlelight sparkling between you with Matty gazing adoringly over your food, but you can’t help the tightness in your limbs, your short responses. You mull over the events of the afternoon, your thoughts circling around that little box under his bed as a revenge plan forms in your mind.

And you never found that fucking earring.

The ice in your veins thaws the longer you scheme, trading in your folded arms and monosyllabic answers for coy smiles and teasing murmurs of yes, Daddy. You let him lead you home and into the bedroom, trading lazy kisses and grinding in his lap. Matty’s hand trails up your thigh, electricity sparking under your skin under his touch. He still thinks he’s in control, you think with a smirk, pinching gently at your thigh as you put on your best performance of being his good little girl.

“Found something earlier, Daddy,” you say, pulling back and tracing your hand down his chest, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt.

Matty chuckles indulgently, still blissfully unaware of what you have in store. “What’d you find, princess?”

You hop to your feet and pull the box free, opening the lid with a smirk. Swallowing thickly, Matty avoids your eyes, shifting nervously as you settle back in his lap. “Do you use all this stuff, Daddy?” you tease, crooking two fingers under his jaw to force his gaze back to yours. 

“I- I used to,” he stammers, and you thumb gently over one of the spots of red on his cheeks.

“S’okay, Daddy,” you murmur, the power he’s handing you thick in your veins. Something about using the sobriquet while he melts under you feels illicit, delicious as it falls easily from your lips. “Don’t have to be embarrassed. Did they make you feel good?” He only nods, seemingly rooted to the spot as you palm over the growing tent in his slacks. “Can I use them on you? Wanna make you feel good, too.” Shuddering, Matty nods again, and you pout down at him, shaking your head. “Words, Daddy. You should know by now,” you tut, dizzy as you use his words on him this time.

“Fuck, yes, I want that,” he gasps, rocking his hips up against your hand.

You giggle, the subtle shine in his eyes familiar, jaw slack in an expression you’ve seen countless times on your own face. “Can you say please, Daddy? S’polite, if I’m giving you what you want.”

“Fuck, please, angel,” Matty almost whimpers, helplessly needy under your touch. You raise an eyebrow in response, an expression you learned from him. “Want you to… use my toys. On me. Please,” he chokes out, hanging his head.

You smile fondly, pressing a kiss against his slack lips. “Good boy. Was that so hard?” Matty moans softly, shuddering as you pop the button of his trousers. “You like when I call you a good boy, Daddy?” you murmur breathily, the dichotomous epithets tangling together in the air between you, thick with lust and promise. “Can you strip for me, baby?”

Obediently, Matty tugs off his shirt and kicks off his slacks, laying against the pillows in just his boxers. You’ll never get over the sight of him like this, chest heaving and cock hard and heavy between his legs; a pulse of arousal washes over you and drips into your panties. A wet patch spreads near his waistband and you grin as you strip to your underwear and straddle him, grinding against his clothed cock and leaning down to kiss him. Matty tangles his hands in your hair, licking desperately into your mouth and rocking his hips against yours. “You need to relax, Daddy,” you say, smiling softly against his mouth and peppering soft kisses over his jaw. “It’ll be more fun that way.”

“Fuck, princess, I’m–” Matty cuts himself off with a gasp as you slide your hand under his waistband and squeeze him gently, cock twitching under your touch. You ease him out of his boxers, a shuddering groan escaping him as his cock thuds against his belly, flushed and dripping precum. 

“Oh, you want this really bad, don’t you, Daddy?” you coo, pumping him slowly, slick desire dripping from your words. “Always callin’ me a slut, but you were just waiting for your turn to be ruined, huh?” You barely recognise your voice, low and dark and dominating, reducing your boyfriend, your smart, suave, older boyfriend into a whining, pathetic mess with a few scant touches. “Are you a slut too, Daddy?” You’ve played with the power dynamic before; Matty needs to give up his control sometimes, when the stress of his day-to-day gets too much for him, but never like this, never turning his filthy, degrading words back on him. The feeling is addictive.

This time, you don’t even have to prompt him. “Yeah, ‘m… ‘M a slut, baby,” Matty whimpers, your cunt clenching at his words. In reward, you dig your nail into his slit, the tip of your finger coming up sticky and coated with the evidence of his desire.

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

You climb off him, retrieving the fleshlight and turning back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your hands wrapped around the toy, hips shifting needily as he gasps out, “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m ready, baby. Please.”

You come back to him slowly, teasingly, but he’s been so good that you don’t want to torture him any longer. Uncapping a bottle of lube, you coat the toy in it, fingers sticky and dripping as you slowly slide it down his length. A shuddering moan escapes him, his eyes glued to the sight of you, whining and bucking his hips into the toy. “God, look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” you moan, grinding your hips down against the bed, bursts of hot pleasure rolling under your skin. “Can’t believe you own all this stuff, Daddy,” you giggle breathily, pinching a nipple through your bra as you stroke him. “So naughty. Did you have to settle for all these toys before you had me?”

“Yeah, I did, princess. Had to fuck a plastic pussy before I found the perfect girl to fuckin’ ruin.” Matty chokes out, his words sending a gush of arousal flooding between your legs. “Fuck, feels s’much better when you do it, baby. My best girl, always takin’ such good care of me,” he moans, hips rolling up into your hand.

One of your hands dips into your panties, arousal dripping against your fingers as you rub slow circles into your clit. Whining, you stroke him faster, his rhythmic gasps and whines speeding. Your gaze is fixated on his cock as it disappears into the toy, slick, wet sounds mixing with your moans in the sex-thick air between you. “God, I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. Love when you get all needy f’me, Daddy,” you moan, grinding down against your hand.

Matty’s whines pitch up, pathetically desperate as he chases his release. “‘M gettin’ close, princess, fuck,” he gasps, his thighs trembling. He looks more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him, flushed red and shaking, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. He’s a fucking vision, and you can’t resist torturing him a little longer.

“Hold it for me, just a little while longer, ‘kay, Daddy?” He whimpers in protest, hips rolling wantonly, all pretence of rhythm long abandoned. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? ‘M always so good for you.” He musters up a scoff, and you fix him with a glare that makes him press his lips together, subdued. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yeah, princess. You do. ‘M gonna be good, promise,” Matty says, face scrunching with effort as you pump his cock at an almost punishing pace. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, near-pained.

You tease him a little longer, his sweet, desperate moans falling straight to your core. Matty practically fucking pouts when you pull the toy off, and you scoff disparagingly. “Don’t be a brat. Was gonna let you finish in my mouth, but you can have this fuckin’ plastic back, if you prefer.”

“F-fuck, nonono, ‘m sorry, baby. Wanna cum in your pretty mouth.”

“You wanna, huh?” You click your tongue as he nods, whining and grasping at you. “How bad?”

“So fuckin’ bad, princess. God, I fuckin’ need it, fuck! Please, baby. Let me cum, wanna cum f’you,” Matty gasps, knuckles turning white as his hands fist in the sheets.

You frown, toying with the idea of denying him, revenging yourself for earlier, but he’s trying so hard to be good that you can’t bring yourself to. “Such a slut, Daddy,” you pout. “Gettin’ all dumb for me, huh?” He nods, another whimpered please falling unconsciously from his lips. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum, okay?” 

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his tip, licking the salt of him off your lips. “‘M a slut f’you, baby,” he slurs out. “Only you. My fucking girl.”

“Good boy,” you praise softly, taking Matty’s cock in your mouth and swallowing around him. He fists a hand in your hair, gasping and babbling praise as you bob your head, moaning around him. His choked gasp is the only warning you get before he’s spilling in your mouth, pulsing down your throat as you swallow greedily. Pulling off him with a groan, you sit back on your heels. “Taste so fucking good, Daddy,” you murmur, trailing your hand down his cheek with a smile. He grasps at you, taking greedy handfuls of your skin as he tugs you to him. Settling next to him, you grab his jaw and pull him into a slow, indulgent kiss, pressing the taste of him into his mouth as his lips press insistently against yours.

“Felt so fucking good, princess. Thank you s’much,” Matty murmurs, pressing close to you, his skin hot and sweat-slick against yours.

You laugh, carding a hand through his damp, messy curls, Matty unconsciously stretching up into the touch. “Oh, baby,” you croon. “I’m not done with you yet,” you smirk, and he shudders. “C’mon, lay back for me, Daddy. Want your mouth.”

He obeys, laying back as you straddle his face unashamedly. You’re soaked, dripping on his tongue, grinding down with a low whine. Pleasure licks up your spine as Matty devours you, nails digging into your thighs with eagerness. Your cunt clenches, already close to the edge just from the state of him, moaning helplessly between your thighs. “God,” you say, whining when Matty curls his tongue perfectly, heat throbbing in your core. “Love havin’ you as my fucktoy for a change.” His cock twitches at your words, and you chuckle softly. “Oh, you like that, Daddy? You like hearing what’s good little toy you are for me?” He sucks on your clit and you swallow a scream, blinding ecstasy spiralling through your limbs.

You lose your grip on reality the longer Matty tongue-fucks you, lapping at your soaked cunt with fervour. The burn in your thighs aches deliciously, mixing with the pleasure buzzing insistently in the base of your skull. His name tumbles from your lips, over and over as your awareness of anything else slips away. Your head is hazy, swimming in desire, Matty’s tongue swirling gloriously over your clit. “God, ‘m so fuckin’ close, Daddy,” you gasp, circling your hips faster as Matty dips his tongue back inside you. “Oh, my God,” you whine, pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He curls his tongue, mind-wiping pleasure sending you spiralling. You scream, ecstasy pooling in your belly and flooding out over Matty’s lips and chin as you moan and writhe helplessly on top of him. Molten pleasure hammers in your veins, your body loose on your bones as your hands tangle in the sheets.

“God, felt good,” you praise, climbing off him with a grin. “Love that pretty mouth of yours so much better when you’re not fuckin’ running it.” You pull him in for a kiss, greedily licking the taste of you out of his mouth. Indulgently, lazily, you kiss him for several long, blissful moments, Matty’s hands roaming over your body, electricity arcing under your skin to meet him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.  “Took such good care of me,” he smiles, flushing slightly and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Gently, you scrape your nails over his scalp, Matty practically purring under your touch.

“Can you take a little more, Daddy? For me?” you murmur.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. F’you,” he gasps, hips shifting against the bed. Lust and trepidation war on his face as you rifle through the box again.

“Good boy,” you praise, slicking up his cock and sliding the toy you’ve chosen down his cock until the ring sits at his base, the little vibrator snug against his length. “Have you ever used this with another girl, Daddy?” you tease, an echo of Matty’s usual words when you try something new.

“N-no,” he stammers, trembling with anticipation. “Only you, baby,” he promises.

You smirk, reaching down to switch on the vibrator. Matty gasps sharply, whining and whimpering pathetically as he shifts his hips against the stimulation. “Good answer,” you grin, lining up his cock and sinking down slowly. A long, low moan falls from your lips, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt, pure pleasure rolling over you in waves. “God, s’like you’re my personal rabbit,” you gasp, grinding your clit against the vibrator and whining.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, heat rolling up your spine. “Feels s’fucking good, baby, fuck,” he murmurs, bucking his hips against yours, the sweet jolt of pleasure intense as it rockets through your body. “God, s’so much, I can’t–” he gasps.

“Shh,” you whisper, condescendingly pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m gonna use you to get off, and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, okay, Daddy?” He gives a low, shuddering moan, nodding up at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Slowly, you lift yourself almost all the way off him and slam your hips down, hot pleasure swallowing you whole. Your head tips back, chest heaving as you clench your cunt around him. Matty’s hips buck involuntarily, the sudden change in angle sending pleasure crashing over you.

Your head spins, the vibrations in your cunt working you into a frenzy, hips rolling against him. Obscene moans and slick, wet noises fill the room, your thighs burning gloriously as you bounce on him, heat welling between your legs and flooding your veins. Your body feels like a livewire, anchored to reality by Matty’s hands on your hips, dizzying ecstasy surging through every nerve at once.

Fire coils under your skin, your cunt soaked and dripping over him, your swollen, sensitive clit pressed against the vibrator as Matty gasps under you. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he whines. “Drivin’ me crazy. Fucking– shit!” he hisses, fucking impossibly deep into you, stars shattering behind your lids and euphoria blooming under your skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp, rocking your hips as liquid ecstasy drips down your spine. Matty thrusts into you one final time, the coil of heat between your thighs finally snapping. Your legs shake, your body caving in on itself, collapsing into pure bliss. Your vision whites out, whines and moans falling uncontrollably from your lips. A gush of arousal floods out of you, soaking Matty and pooling under you, sticky and hot against your skin.

“Fuck, shit, wanna cum s’bad, need it, baby, please,” Matty babbles, nails digging sharply into your hips as he shudders and bucks against you, whining incoherently. “Please, angel, it hurts,” he begs, eyes wide and pleading.

You croon softly, cunt fluttering with the aftershocks. “Yeah, go on, Daddy. Been such a good boy. Cum for me, okay?” Your words are all it takes, another achingly familiar reversal as he cums, a sound that’s half a cry of your name and half a keening moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” he gasps, cock pulsing, hips meeting yours in aborted little thrusts.

Slowly, carefully, you climb off him and discard the toy, your body falling limp against the pillows. You pull Matty in for a soft, gentle kiss, pouring every ounce of the feeling in your chest against his mouth. “How… how was that?” you murmur as you pull back. “Are you feeling good?”

Matty gives a glowing smile, your chest warming at the sight. “I feel fucking amazing, princess,” he says, swollen lips meeting yours over and over, like he can’t resist. “Thank you, baby, really. I’ve never, uh… never done anything like that, um, with a girl, before. Felt really fucking good,” he grins dopily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You giggle breathlessly. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.” You curl into him, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. “Always take such good care of me after, too. S’my turn now,” you promise, kissing gently at the corner of his mouth and sitting up. “Gonna get you some water, ‘kay? Run us a bath, maybe light some candles, make it nice for you, yeah?”

Matty gazes at you adoringly from the bed as you stand. “Such a sweet girl,” he says, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, still and sated and happy, the buzz of energy that perpetually emanates from him finally quieted.

“Only for you.”