Oki I Just HAD AN AMAZING Idea For A One Shot (maybe More Idk Yet) , But I Need To Go Over It With Someone

Go for it I really wanna answer some questions when I’m on my break at work this will be soooo fun

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Your Good Boy

Matty x Reader

Warning: Smut (Skirt kink? Subby Matty, Oral sex (male receiving) overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise kink) smoking weed

WC: 3.2K

Summary: If Matty wants to be your good boy, he has to listen to your rules.

A/n: Well, that was fun

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Matty disappears up the stairs and you can hear him fumbling around with something before he is hopping down the stairs and plopping down on the couch with a huff. The flickering lights cast shadows across his rumpled skirt, accentuating the softness of the fabric against his slender frame. 

Your eyes trace the gentle curve of your boyfriend’s waist, the way the material falls delicately over his thighs, and a funny feeling bubbles up in your stomach at the sight. It's an inexplicable sensation, one that catches you off guard. He looks so fucking cute and soft, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into the dark circles under his eyes. 

You raise a brow in question at him, only to widen them when he holds a joint in front of you. “Wanna smoke?” Matty asks, tapping your bare thigh with his other hand.

His voice is as soft as the rest of him.

“Sure, but I’m lighting it. You never burn it evenly,” you playfully tease, unable to resist poking fun at Matty. It's just something that always seems to happen—the joint or blunt ends up burning crooked and splitting apart. The last time he lit it, we barely got through two rotations before our fingertips were singed.

“Not true!” Matty protests, his lips pouting. God, he looks so cute when he pouts, and you can't help but lean over to place a gentle kiss on his lips, tasting the sweetness of his breath.

Leaning back into the couch cushions, you hold out your hand for his lighter. “Yes, true. Now hand it over, baby,” you confidently assert, emphasizing your point with a term of endearment.

Matty grins mischievously, teasingly holding the joint just out of your reach. "Well, if I remember correctly, someone did drop it in the toilet that one time," he playfully reminds you, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

You roll your eyes, feigning offense. "Hey now, I was drunk! I didn’t mean to drop it. You’re lucky I didn’t let it dry and give it to you to smoke.” you retort, reaching a hand towards him in an attempt to snatch the joint away. Your fingers brush against his as you both engage in a playful tug-of-war.

Laughing, Matty relents and hands you the lighter. "That just would’ve been cruel, darling.”

You smirk and strike the lighter against its rough surface, igniting the flame before carefully bringing it closer to the tip of the joint. As the paper catches fire, Matty's eyes remain fixed on your face, an intense gaze filled with affection and desire.

With a skillful flick of your wrist, you ensure an even burn along the length of the joint, savoring the earthy taste on your tongue. Passing it to Matty, you watch as he takes a slow inhale, his pink pouty lips wrapping around the end with ease. The smoke curls around him like a delicate dance, casting a hazy veil over his face.

He exhales slowly and leans back into the cushions, a contented smile gracing his lips. "See? Perfect burn," you say triumphantly, leaning over to steal another kiss before settling down beside him.

Matty smirks, resting the joint back between his thumb and forefinger as he rests his elbow on the armrest. “And to think I was gonna miss you.” He shakes his head, waving his free hand dismissively “Gonna have to find groupie on tour to replace you. Someone who isn’t an ass.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but can't help the twinge of jealousy that flits through your chest. "Oh really?” you counter with a teasing tone, lightly punching his arm.

A soft chuckle rolls from Matty's throat, his gaze following the slight tilt of your head. His eyes, wearing a veil of exhaustion, meet yours, and the subtle tremble in his hand becomes evident as he takes another drag from the joint.

"I don't think you'll find anyone quite like me," You whisper, your fingers reaching out, playfully tracing circles over the fabric of his lengthy floral skirt that bunches up around his knee. “Besides, only I know how to make you feel good.” You let your eyes linger on his plush lips, anticipation causes his eyes to flutter shut.

Matty's eyes widen, his eyebrows arching upward as his lips part in disbelief when you dodge his lips and snatch the joint from his fingertips. “That’s just mean.” He whines, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

You narrow your eyes, nodding slowly as you accept Matty's point. Taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke from your nose. Matty pivots on the couch to face you, leaning back gradually until the armrest supports him. His floral skirt rides up a little when he shifts, a flash of pale skin makes your eyes linger longer than they should. Your teeth find your lower lip as imagination takes over—the fabric of his skirt brushing against your core.

“I can be mean,” Your words feather out in a whisper barely audible enough to reach him. “I can also be very, very good to you.” The ember flares as you draw in another long taste of smoke, before passing the joint back to him.

“But only if you’re a good boy.” A smirk plays on your lips as you finish your sentence, carefully watching his reaction. A high-pitched moan—sorry—whine falls from his lips as he inhales the smoke, his body shuddering at the sound of your words.

Matty’s eyelids flutter closed as a soft sigh escapes his lips. A slow, steady exhale through his nostrils, the smoke dissipating into thin air. His shoulders slump slightly as you trace your fingers down his arm, each touch sending shivers across his skin. “‘M always your good boy”

You pinch the joint between your fingers and flick it onto the coffee table where it lands with a quiet thunk. Both of you are feeling the effects of the weed in your bodies, making everything feel a little bit more intense, a little bit more sensual.

You inch your way towards Matty, straddling him as your fingertips slowly trail a path up his chest. Unable to resist, you thread your hands into his hair. “Yeah? Gonna be my good boy tonight?”

His breath catches as you swiftly pull his shirt off, his chain makes a noise as it softly hits his collarbones. You lean down to kiss him, your lips meeting his softly at first before deepening the kiss. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling you closer, pressing your lips together in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

Your tongues dance against each other, tasting sweetness and smoke and the lingering flavor of dinner from earlier. The couch creaks underneath you as you grind your hips against him, feeling the hard outline of his cock through the soft fabric of his skirt.

“My boy looks so pretty in his skirt, don’t you?” You praise him, nipping lightly at his bottom lip before running your tongue along the seam of his lips. His hips jut up instinctively, seeking more friction against the heat of your covered cunt.

"Mmm... baby, please..." Matty moans in response, tightening his grip on your hips. Smiling, you press your forehead against his, rolling your body against him in slow, exquisite circles. “Need you to lay down for me, baby.” You massaged his scalp with your fingertips, gently coaxing his head back until his gaze focused on yours.

Matty’s eyes held a mix of lust and tenderness as he looked at you, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. His spit-soaked lips parted, words coming out in a lazy drawl, “O-okay.”

You raise your hips, allowing him to shift down the couch. He rests his head on the armrest as you position yourself between his legs. His breath catches in his throat as your cold fingers trace a path up his thighs and under his skirt. Gripping the band of his boxers, you pull them down his legs and out of your way. Matty’s eyes shut tight as he struggles to keep himself well-behaved, a pained expression on his face when you barely graze his cock.

A laugh bubbles up within you, straining at your lips at his wide-eyed surprise mirrored in his open mouth and raised eyebrows when you take him in your hand. His shock quickly turns into euphoria—His head instinctively arches backwards as a low groan escapes from deep within him as your hand speeds up. Each stroke applied by your hand sends another drop of precum dripping down your hand. The ragged rhythm of his breath interrupts any attempt at words, reducing him to a series of helpless moans.

You stop stroking him to lift his skirt up, splaying it up across his chest so you can see his cock. It looks painful already and you pout at the sight. Matty's desperation was palpable— from his red leaking tip, the thick vein pulsating on the underside, and his balls tight and heavy like he could just cum at any second. It’s honestly pathetic. You’ve only touched him for a couple of seconds, making you almost wanna laugh.

Matty squirms a little, releasing a soft whimper of protest as your hand pauses its playful teasing. You offer nothing but an affectionate smile in return, "Such a pretty cock.” You whisper softly, brushing your thumb across the tip slowly.

Matty immediately stills—A chuckle escapes your lips at his eagerness, his cock twitching in anticipation of your next touch. You pause, giving it a gentle squeeze before your hand moves back down it and you start to stroke his cock again.

"Perfect... just perfect," you murmur, your words landing with each soft caress of your hand. “It's my cock, isn’t it? Completely mine. Only I’m allowed to touch it.”

His breathing becomes heavy, his hips thrusting up with each of your touches. “A groupie wouldn’t touch you how I can touch you,” you whisper, your eyes sparkling with a hint of wickedness. You keep up the teasing, your hand now dripping with his precum.

Before Matty could utter a single word, you wrap your lips around the tip, giving him a harsh suck before dipping your tongue into his slit.

“F-Fuck, fuck. More. More, please, please, please.” Matty gasps, gripping the sides of the couch as your mouth lavishes his cock. You hum against him, licking his crown teasingly as your hand massages his balls. You take more of his cock into your mouth, loving the salty taste mixed with the sweetness as you work him deeper.

You continue to watch him with careful eyes, taking in the hitch of his breath, his twitching fingers, and the low moans escaping between his clenched teeth.

How did you manage to have such a breathtaking man as your boyfriend? I mean, just look at him—he is the epitome of perfection. From the way his dark, curly hair falls across his forehead, his milk chocolate eyes, and god those pretty, pretty pink lips. It's as if he was crafted by some divine being solely for your enjoyment.

As you remove your mouth from him, his moans vibrate through your skull. You use your tongue to lick the side of his cock, letting your teeth graze against his sensitive skin. His hips jerk in reaction, begging for more friction. He can't help but jerk his hips in response, craving more friction. You chuckle softly and go back down on him, this time taking him all the way to the base of his cock. The coarse hairs tickle your nose as you swallow around him.

Matty's slender fingers clench and release in the silky fabric of his skirt, a low growl building in his throat as he struggles against your relentless teasing. You firmly grip his hips, unable to resist the urge to leave marks with your nails on the soft skin beneath. The material bunches and twists around you both as Matty writhes and arches under your skilled touch, each pleasured moan that escapes from his pretty pink lips driving you to push him further into ecstasy.

His scent is intoxicating, the mix of sweat and weed and heat wafts towards you making it harder to concentrate on anything else but the pure pleasure coursing through him. Your free hand cups his heavy balls, squeezing them gently as you change pace in your mouth, suckling on him deeply before drawing back with a pop sound.

"Look at you," you whisper against him, kissing his tip. "So pretty." You pull his skirt back down to cover him.

“‘M’being good. Why’d you stop? Please, don’t stop. Ple—“

You cut him off by settling your legs on either side of his hips. You can feel his spit-soaked cock press up against your cloth covered clit through the fabric of his skirt and you let out a throaty moan. “I’m not stopping. But you need to get me off first,” you whisper, gripping his throat as you move against him. “Before you can cum.”

“But—“

“Thought you wanted to be my good boy?” Matty gasps as you tighten your grip and his breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly. You can see the struggle within them—he wants to please you, but his need to cum is stronger. With a soft whimper, he nods his understanding.

The rhythm of his hips matched the pulse of yours, grinding against your pussy as he tries pushing himself deeper against the thin barrier of fabric. His cock throbs with every movement, leaking, even more, precum, if that is even possible at this point. Each rock of your hips sent waves of pleasure that seized your breath and left you gasping and panting for more. Matty’s breaths grew ragged, pleas for release hitching on every exhale.

"So pretty," you mutter, placing soft kisses along his collarbone. "I like that my baby is so responsive." A low moan escapes from Matty as he tries to help you ride him, failing miserably since you're hips are pinning him on the couch. His hips jerk forward involuntarily but it's not enough for satisfaction as you sit up straight again.

"Fuck." Matty grunts out loudly and his expression only crumbles more as he allows his gaze to fall onto. He shakes his head at you, "Please!” A raw plea that hangs heavily in the air.

"Such a good boy," you whisper, leaning down to lick along his jawline until you reach his lips once more. This time, Matty's lips part eagerly for you—inviting you in. His tongue twists around yours in a slow dance that sends shivers down your spine.

Each rock against your clit brings you closer to the edge, and just when you’re about bring yourself to the brink of an orgasm, Matty pulls away with a loud gasp. He’s looking at you with tears in his eyes, “M’sorry, M’sorry, M’sorry. Gonna cum, fuck! M’cumming.”

His hands halt your hips, and you can feel a puddle of warmth soak through his skirt and in your underwear, mixing with your wetness.

You know Matty is sensitive, but you don’t care. He knew he wasn’t allowed to cum unless you came first. Tears continued to well up in his eyes, blurring his vision and portraying a striking image of misery. But that doesn’t stop your hips from roughly grind against his cock chasing your own orgasm.

That's when he began to plead, his voice a pitiful tremor underlined with desperation, “Please, please, please, M’sorry, I tried. I couldn’t hold it. M’sorry.”

You never let up. Your fingers tightened in his hair, jerking his head back against the couch with a force that made him wince. "Don’t care.” you say, your voice harsh and demanding.

"You were supposed to make me cum first." You tighten your grip on his hair, pulling him back up to meet your hot gaze. The sight of tears pooling in his eyes stirred an uncomfortable twinge in your chest, a pang of guilt you quickly suppressed.

If Matty wants to be your good boy, he has to listen to your rules.

Your fingers trace the curve of his cheek, brushing away the tears with your thumb as you lean in to kiss him again. His lips are soft under yours, hungry and eager. You don't pull away this time, letting your tongue dance against his lips, tasting the sweetness mixed with the lingering taste of smoke and the salty flavor of his tears.

You pull back, only to circle your hips again before lifting your hips up fully. You reach down between your bodies and tug at his skirt, pulling it up higher to expose him once more. Matty's cock is still hard, his cum pooled on his pelvis all over his dark, short coarse hair.

Gripping his soaping cock with one hand and pull your thong to the side, you sink down in one swift motion. A loud gasp escapes his lips as you take him in deep, “Too much! Too much!” Matty screams, arching his back up off the couch.

“You can take it.” Your voice drops to a husky whisper that sends shivers down Matty's spine. Before slamming your hips down against his. Matty's eyes rolling back in pleasure mixed with pain. His fingers dug into the couch cushions, leaving deep impressions of his nails in the soft fabric. You rolled your hips, feeling his cock stretch you open and fill you completely. Each thrust echoed with a rough slap of skin meeting skin, punctuated by your gasping sighs that filled the room.

“C-can’t, it’s too much. Shit! M’gonna cum again. No m-more.” Matty's eyes widen, and his expression takes on a sort of desperation as he feels a second orgasm coming. His words were nearly incomprehensible, but you understood what he was saying.

"You can handle it, my sweet boy," you murmured, before quickly sinking back down on him. Matty's body shakes as he feels your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock. He groans deeply, his eyes shut tight.

You smirk, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You can see the veins in his neck bulging out, and you lean down to suck on one, biting it softly to make a small mark on his skin. "My pretty boy," you whisper before moving up to kiss him again, stealing his breath away.

His fingers desperately find your clit, wanting you to cum before he does. You know there’s no way in hell Matty can handle a third orgasm, but his actions still drive you closer and closer to your own. He rubs your clit in quick circles as his thrusts become quicker and quicker, and you know you’re not too far away.

You gasp into his mouth as the pleasure finally takes over. And you can feel his body tighten and clench underneath you as he paints his cum inside you. You ride the orgasm together, tremors rack both your bodies, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, clinging to each other for dear life. Looking up from his neck, streams of hot tears fall from his eyes.

Smiling, you cup his face in your hands and kiss him softly. “I told you, you were my good boy.” You whisper. His eyes maintain their glazed-over look, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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

Just tryna pull off this G outfit , I know it’s completed differently coloured denim but I enjoy it a lot

CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN THAT LONG SINCE I SAW THEM LAST AND ITS ONLY 15 DAYS TILL I SEE THEM AGAIN WTAFFFF IS MY LIFE OML

introducing mate to The 1975 (idk if it’s the girls on the song or them ) but she’s living 😂

Thanks for the tag @ros3chu

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2 Menswear - The 1975 🕴️

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

songs:

kinda outta luck - lana del rey

valerie - the weeknd

lolita - lana del rey

in the night - the weeknd

hollywood - lana del rey

fishtail - lana del rey

bloodline - ariana grande

buy the stars - marina

dealer - lana del rey

orange trees - marina

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

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I just read my S3 (14/15 years old) , report card from school , why am I still exactly the bloody same 😂, my fave subject/ ones I was good at were history , German and computer stuff like I’m so confused

And my English teacher spoke about how I’m always writing stories like

WHY AM I STILL THE SAME 😂😂

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Need to preface that it’s always been an issues people always struggle to understand or hear me but it’s just recently that it’s making me wanna pull my hair out

I need to discuss this with somebody , cuz I feel like I’m going insane and it’s infuriating me , for like I want to say for at least the last week everytime I’ve said something to anyone they can’t hear me and it takes like 3 times for me to say it till they hear me but I feel like I’m shouting and it’s so mad , idk if it’s an adhd thing but I feel like I’m speaking loud and clearly but everytime there like “what you saying speak up” it just makes me not want to repeat myself or just in general makes me not want to speak , anyone have any tips for this

We’ll I only bought three what you looking at me for 😂😂😂