I Don’t Know If Anyone Knows The Lyrics To This Song But The Chorus And Bridge Are Just Everything

The 1975 Ask Game

Safe to say I got a little bored so I made this

🖊️ favourite lyric & why

🎵 favourite song & why

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🎤 favourite live performance

💿 favourite album

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🎸 favourite guitar solo

🎼 favourite baseline

🥁 favourite drum solo / fill

🎷 favourite sax solo

❤️ favourite main member & why

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📓 favourite fan fic

🛋️ favourite show you've attended

🌟 your personal favourite memory / moment during your time as a fan

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

oh my god anon, thank you for this.

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

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

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

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

bad day, huh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

please.

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

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

hey, hey. love are you ok-?

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

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

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

oh my fucking god.

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

thank you.

Omg there was a certain part in my fanfiction that my friend was reading and it made her cry and now I feel so bad

JUST REMINISCING (CUZ I FOUND AN OLD ALBUM THAT I USED TO LISTEN TO LIKE DAILY WHEN I WAS LIKE 15😂)

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW I USED TO FIND THIS SO FUCKIN HOT AND NOW I LIKE MATTY AND G ,

HAVE I MATURED OR NOT 😂😂

(DAPPY)

(THE OBVS MATTY AND G)

Chapter 12

Word count 1013

This chapter is just a sweet little filler , slight mention of drugs , angst

Matty's POV

I had to leave the call , I want to spend as much time with George as I can but if he finds out what I did I know he'll just disappear forever and that can't happen. I wasn't planning on it to begin with I swear but I found it in my drawer when I got home I'd forgotten I'd got it from a guy at a party a few weeks back but didn't use it but I just saw it earlier and everything came flooding back after singing that song for George and I thought it would calm me down and it did but now I feel like death.

I hear my phone go off in my pocket, text alert, I'm sat on the bathroom floor again and just open it.

"Are you alright love x" , trust George to care and check up on me like that, he's so lovely what a gem he is. I don't know what to say though because I am alright my brain is empty but I also feel like I could just pass out any minute.

"Just feel a bit dizzy is all Georgie , just trying to settle down a bit , I might just need some sleep x", that might be okay, I can't have him worrying about me not when I'm under the influence because I will just say and that's not right. The light from my phone is the only thing lighting up the room as I didn't turn the light on but even this light is making me feel like I might throw up. So I put it on the floor face down and sit for a bit just drowning out everything around me. I contemplated laying down on the floor it's cool down there. It's weird you know this stuff makes my brain feel so empty and everything just feels light but I also feel like if I move everything I've drank or eaten today is going to come right back up not that it was much. Once I've contemplated life for a bit I get up and make my way back to the comfort of my bed. I'm going to call George back I think I need too I won't sleep if he's not there

"Can I call back now ?" , he texts back immediately

"Go ahead love x" with that I pick up my laptop and call him straight back and get comfy but being sure to be slow with it. He answers and he looks a little stressed

"You okay darlin ?"

"Yeh I'm alright love was just worried about you is all, I know you told me you were alright but I still worry about you", he's in his bed now too all wrapped up and I really hope he hasn't been crying that's what it looks like.

"I didn't upset you did I ?" Im searching his eyes to make it out better. I never meant for this to happen. This was the opposite of what I wanted.

"Nah todays just been weird like you said your tired , I probably am too, do you feel better"

"Not really but if I just lay down I'll be alright, do you wanna try sleep , I know I'll sleep better with your company", I'm still trying to pay full attention so I don't miss anything I can't have him upset, he's my light , I want to keep him that way.

" I'd love that", when he smiles at me his eyes light up and his face fills up blushing like I knew it would. God how did I find this actually Greek god, I can't be this lucky. "Good night love I'm right here if you need me you know don't feel bad if you need to wake me"

"Same to you , I'm always here darlin, sleep tight , sweet dreams", I watch him close his eyes and melt into the duvet, he's so beautiful, This would be something I'd have been up all night talking to Janey about this one guy that I'd found that took my breath away every time I saw them. She's the only one I'd told properly that I may like boys too , we'd have been up all night just talking. So I know she'd love to know she'd be watching down on me right now telling me to sort my shit out and learn to be open.

I take my phone out and text her , this is something I do when I know she'd want to know, knowing I could just speak my mind to her not that I'd get a reply but getting my words out it's like a little diary log.

"Hey JayJay it's been a while since I texted you last , I think the last one was when I'd started having panic attacks, they haven't gotten that much better but I've found someone to help me, he's wonderful if I do say so myself. He's got blonde hair just a little mess on top of his head. Dark eyes , you'd fuckin love, and Jesus Christ his voice is deep as fuck right. He helps me a lot , like I don't know why he wants too but I'm so grateful, I'm sure you and the guys would love him, he's like the missing link we were always looking for. Also I know what you'd say I need to sort my shit out and just cheer up but I'm trying honestly everything is just so hard right now, and don't even come at me okay I'm trying , I went to school ALL day today that's something I haven't done that in at least two weeks according to McDonald and Jamie, but I've done it today and that's all on George I wanna make him proud and happy. I think I might give it a go yanno. Take Shia LaBeoufs advice and just do it , I know you'll like that reference, Lou misses you too kids so confused ay but yeh I hope your doing okay up there lovey and having a party

I love you JayJay ❤️"

WOW 😨😱🫠

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

Masterlist

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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That’s my man right there

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?”

I love how I have 4 boyfriends 😂😂

Daniel my actually boyfriend

Matty Healy my true love and soul mate

George Daniel my husband

And My Work Bubba 😂

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zodiac sign

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I’m a Libra

I don’t know all the much about star signs n stuff but I have noticed that I am very much like other libras that I know !!!