Having Fun Trying

Having Fun Trying

“shower sex!!” - anon

“Subby Matty? Or perhaps cum play 👀 or BOTH 😩” - anon

“Teasing and edging Matty!!! Please I’m begging for subby or whiny Matty 😭” - anon

Okay so I read like a whole bunch of Dad!Matty fics the other day and then I was on the bus earlier and there was a very cute toddler interacting with me, plus my friend and her bf keep talking about having kids and I just have visions of the Reader walking in on Matty doing like a glitter or slime thing with their kid or something and getting super messy, she puts the kid to bed and then the prompts kick in. 

This is dedicated to the Sub!Matty, Dad!Matty, breeding kink, cumplay and shower sex girlies. I will feed us all.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: I guess super light BDSM if it’s Sub/Dom sort of stuff, cumplay (I wanna do a more intense one of this suggestion tbh, it’s kinda light in this), deffo subby!Matty, shower sex, breeding kink

Word count: 4.3k (This wasn't supposed to be a whole fic)

The shopping trip had been long and incredibly tedious. Dragging your mother around a big Tescos was one of the most draining experiences you could put yourself through. She insisted on seeing every new product and then would never get any of them anyway. Your shopping list was fairly basic, you only needed a couple of household essentials and then you could go home to your husband, who had insisted you take your mother alone whilst he watched your angel of a child for the evening. Very sacrificial of him. Your knight in shining armour. How lucky you are.

The worst part of the trip though, had to be the car journey home, in which your mum proceeded to remind you that she was ageing, only had one grandchild and would love to meet another before she dies. The conversation had gone a little something like;

“How’s my grandbaby? Why isn’t she here?”

“Matty just got back from tour, he wanted time with her,”

“What a good Dad he is…”

“Yeah he’s a great Dad, that’s why I had a baby with him.”

“Thought about making him a Dad again?”

“Mother!” 

“What?! I know what was done for little Nora to be here. I wanna meet my grandchildren y’know? I don’t have much time left,”

“That’s a horrible thing to say, and don’t try to guilt trip me into providing you with a second grandchild.”

“It worked once, and she is so very cute,”

“Yeah, well, not again.” But now the cogs in your brain are whirring, and at the very least, it would be fun to try for another.

Once you were home and through the door you could feel your shoulders drop, letting the tension and stress of the outing go. Leaving the shopping on the counter you shouted around the seemingly empty house. 

“Where are my babies?” No reply. This was very odd.

“Helllooooo, where is my family?” Still no reply. 

You start walking through the silent house. Once upstairs, you have a look out the bedroom windows when you hear giggles coming from the back garden, just out of your line of sight. 

“Right you. Don’t tell mummy when she’s home or we’re gonna be in MASSIVE trouble,” well this was definitely interesting. The giggles were growing louder. 

“Daddy, I won’t be in trouble,” your daughter is too smart for her own good, even at 5. 

“What? Do you want ME to be in trouble!?” He fakes a shocked gasp at the end of the sentence. “But Nora, I thought you loved me?” You can see the pair of them through the window now. Matty’s on his knees on the patio, absolutely covered in something bright and slimy, and he’s faking being stabbed in the heart, clutching his chest. They both have, what were once white, lab coats on. Whatever Matty was going to try and hide from you is very, very, messy as the coats are now a variety of colours and there's some glitter just to add to the mix. 

Nora is stood close to her dad. She puts her hands on either of his cheeks, “I do love you Daddy,” her face is very serious, like she is telling him a devastating fact. “That is why we have to tell Mummy. Because I love her too and she always says, we don’t keep secrets.”

“Nora my clever girl, you’ve got me there. I love mummy too.” He picks up their daughter and spins her round before placing her on his shoulders. “I think she’ll be back soon so let’s get it all clean. You’re gonna help me, yeah? We can finish playing scientists tomorrow?”

“Can we play mermaids tomorrow?” She yawns into the night air.

“We can play whatever you want baby.” 

Watching Matty interact with your daughter brings back what your mother was saying earlier. Maybe she had a point? You do miss the little clothes and seeing your husband with a baby you’d made together was always a bonus. Another little mini mix of you both. The idea definitely has its merits. 

He brings your daughter in, fast asleep, after about 20 minutes. She’s snoring against his neck as he carries her, legs wrapped around his chest and hand holding her neck in support. 

“Got anything to share?” He jumps in shock not having noticed you sat at the dining table. You sip at a glass of wine, enjoying the flavour and the slight buzz you’ve got. 

“Umm, no?” He’s looking at you, face slightly flushed and pink, caught in a lie he’s not really trying to hide. 

“So if I go in the shed, there isn’t going to be slime and glitter everywhere?” There’s glitter in his hair, it’s shimmering as he breathes. 

“Not… everywhere?” You cock your eyebrow. “We were playing scientists. I’m encouraging her brain.” You move from the table to where he’s standing with your little girl, rubbing the top of her back as you give him a gentle kiss. 

“You can clean it up tomorrow. Not tonight.” He tilts his head at you confused why you'd let him get away with the mess. “You need a shower Darling.” You wink at the end of the sentence and look him up and down before draining the rest of your glass. 

“Pour me one of those, meet me upstairs. I’ll be 5 mins max,” and he turns to carry your daughter up to bed faster than you’ve seen him move in a while. 

You made a beeline for the bathroom with the wine and two glasses. The shower in your ensuite was one of your favourite things about the whole house. You could change the colour of the lights, change the water pressure and what direction it was coming from, and play music over the speakers built into the walls. Tonight though, you just wanted the water and the steam and Matty. 

You were just finishing turning it on when you heard the door close. 

“I thought for sure you’d already be naked and wet in there for me by now?” His mouth is by your ear, breathing on your neck as his hands come around your torso from behind, pulling you closer into his front. You can feel how hard he is already. 

“Wanted to wait for you…finish the wine first,” you gasp as his mouth lands on your neck. “Need to talk to you,”. 

He doesn’t stop kissing you. His fingers are unbuttoning the bottom of your shirt now. Every so often one hand strikes the expanse of your stomach, like it’s looking for something that’s not there. 

“Yeah about what darlin’?” His hands finish with your shirt and move to the button of the trousers, the zipper, and then tease along the waistband of your underwear making you inhale sharply. You turn around and link your hands behind his head, pushing your crotch forward against his clothed erection. 

“What would you think about having another baby?” His eyes, already dark with lust for you, go practically black now. 

“I think you know exactly how I’d feel about that.” He kisses you, it’s not rough or intense, but it’s passionate and loving and familiar. “A little mini you running around, we’ve already got one of me. I’d love that.”

“I wasn’t sure, what with work, if it was a good time?” 

“Is there ever a good time?” He leans his head against your forehead, and at first you think it’s because he’s seriously thinking about having another baby, and then you realise it’s because he’s got the most perfect view of down the front of your shirt from that angle. 

“You’re such a fucking boy,” you move your head away from him.

“S’not my fault my wife is hot.”

“Another baby then?” You look at him, a big smile on your face. 

“Oh I’m looking forward to this,”

“You gonna put a baby in me Healy? Think you can do it?” 

“I’ve already done it once. Don’t test me,”  

“Strip. Be a good boy.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, not even bothering to undo the buttons, he’s gotten stronger as he’s gotten older. His arms bulking out and muscles defined, covered in more tattoos now than when you first met. There’s one each for you and your daughter somewhere on his canvas of a body. 

You’re distracted when he finally takes off his joggers and underwear. He’s rock hard, ready for you. He strokes his cock slowly and even though you are already wet, you know now that you’re soaked. 

“Matty, did I say you could do that?” You reach out for one of the glasses of wine and take a sip. 

“Fuck darlin’ I need it,” his hand hasn't stopped.

“No you don’t. Not yet. I know how much you can take.” He stops.

You hardly ever take control like this. Normally, if there is a power imbalance, he’s the one telling you what to do so you can let go and just not think, letting him take care of you. He always does. Orgasm after orgasm until you’re sore and bruised and your legs can’t hold you. Only once have you had to use your safeword, he’d made you come so many times that your vision went starry and you passed out. His mouth was unrelenting in its goal and he was so focused on making you come, over and over and over again he hadn’t realised that you were in danger. So you’d squeezed his arm and muttered “red” only just loud enough and next thing you knew you were waking up. You’d only passed out for a few seconds, but since that night he’d been so much more gentle, you wanted to show him that he doesn’t have to be. That you want it to be intense and needy and you want to whine for him. So you’ll make him do it first. “Here baby, drink some, and get in the shower for me,” you hand him the glass of wine. He downs it like he’s never had a liquid touch his lips before. “Eager?” He nods at you. “In the shower then.” 

He kisses the top of your head as he walks past to get into the shower. You take off your clothes and join him in the shower. 

“Hi gorgeous,” His hands are on your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. He can have this indulgence, mainly because you want it too. His lips are soft and the water is falling down his face and into both of your mouths every time they open back up. You’re making out like teenagers and it’s messy and heavy and your breath is getting heavier. It’s only when he moves his hand to grab your bum that you snap out of it. 

“Nuh uh. I never said you could do that.” His eyes are full of lust and longing, more desperate than before. His cock is red and swollen. 

“Sorry, can’t blame me though. You are irresistible.” 

“Trust me, you’re only making it harder for yourself Matty. On your knees.” The shower has a seat built in that you can sit on at the edge, so you perch yourself and spread your legs, letting him see how wet you are. The tile is cold on your thighs, and you let out a little gasp. You run your hands down your body as he gets to his knees. He goes to grab your thighs, spread you wider for him, before he can lower his mouth to your pussy, but you stop him. 

“Ah ah Matthew, no touching. You get to watch.” His jaw involuntarily opens, like he’s about to protest but thinks better of it. “So well behaved for me.” You lean forward to grab his chin and pull him in for a bruising kiss. He moans into your mouth and you smirk. 

The tile is cold on your back as your fingers wander down your body, teasingly pinching your nipples and moaning for him. He’s gripping his thighs tight enough to leave bruises, his stomach practically caving in as he leans closer to you, within the rules, but as close as he can get. He’s desperate to taste you, not too far away from begging you. 

Your fingers move to your pussy, teasing yourself, circling your clit slowly. You’re so wet, and you can already feel your release building in your lower stomach. Matty’s arm is moving over himself, he’s about to touch himself. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warn him, followed by a moan. 

“Fuck,” his hips are starting to move, looking for some sort of friction for his aching cock. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you’re watching his reactions to what you’re doing. His cock is stood so painfully hard, the tiniest bit of precum starting to come out the top. Good, he’s close. to where you want him.

“I’m thinking about how much I want to taste you. How hot you are doing this. How mean you are for making me wait,” 

“Oh, I’m mean now am I? I’m letting you watch, letting you hear me.” Your finger brushes your clit just right, throwing your head back and moaning, a little exaggerated but definitely real. 

You make him wait, just another few minutes, his breathing is getting heavier and eventually he groans in pain. Your orgasm is so close and he can tell. 

“Let me taste you? I want to feel you come around my face,” his words send shocks down to your stomach and you get even wetter. Slipping two fingers inside yourself. He groans watching them disappear. 

“Imagine it’s your fingers baby. I am. How good you feel when you’re in me…” You pull your fingers out, they’re not enough anyway. You need him. You sit up and hold your fingers close to his face, spreading them out, so he can see just how wet you are. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” 

He obeys. You let out a chuckle of satisfaction at how eager he is.

Laying your middle finger on his tongue, he wraps his lips wrap around it. He’s sucking and licking and swallowing around you. You remove it with a pop.

“Want me to come on your face?” He nods. “Use your words Matty.” 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please,” 

“There's my good boy.”

He’s looking up at you through his eyelashes, big puppy dog eyes. Eyes you are struggling to not just give everything to immediately. God you are in love with this man. 

You lean in to kiss him again, tasting yourself on his tongue as you do. Musky and sweet and cig’s and coffee and him. Your hands are in his hair, pulling on the dark curls you’d begged him to grow out trying to drag him closer to your body. When you pull away from this kiss he whimpers. 

“Please, I need you. Wanna fill you up. Wanna make a baby in there,” he puts one of his hands on your stomach to emphasise his point. 

“Make me cum Matty and I’ll see how I feel,” his lips are feverish and brutal with lack of control as his hand makes its way from your stomach to your pussy. Gently stroking you, teasing you, before moving it to your thigh making you ache for him more than you thought possible. 

“Matty…” it’s a warning. "Behave."

“Gonna be so good for you. I promise,” he breathes out before pushing your legs apart and diving into your wetness. 

The first lick sets your body on fire. You thought you were already turned on, as wet as you could possibly ever be. You were wrong. His tongue pulls mewls from you, but he wants screams. Flicking it over your clit, he’s steady and rhythmic and trying to build you up brick by brick so you can fall from height into bliss, calling his name. 

And when you do, you grip his head with your thighs and feel him gasping for air, moaning against your wet thigh as he plants small kisses on the soft and sticky flesh. 

“Did I say stop?” You're still panting and you’re sensitive, but you need to show him it’s okay, you want him to push you to your limits again. To make you see stars again.

“You sure?” His chin is glistening with your wetness and all you can think about it how much better he would look right now if you couldn’t see the bottom half of his face at all.

“Don’t question me. Just do it.” You grab his hair and push him back to your clit. 

It hurts in a good way when his tongue starts lapping at you. You hold the eye contact with him as he brings his fingers up to your soaked entrance, pushing two in so fucking slowly. You groan at the feeling. Holding his head, you move your hips. Fucking yourself on him. He reaches up to your chest with his spare hand and pinches one of your nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before pulling at it gently. You have to stop yourself from whimpering and letting some of your power go because it feels that good. 

It’s so much better when it’s his hands compared to your own. You’re already closer than you were when you started earlier. You know it’s not going to take you long and you're almost grateful because the sooner you do, the sooner he’ll be inside you, fucking you, and filling you up with his cum. 

“So close, you’re doing so well for me baby. Right there, keep doing that. Fuck. So good for me. Shit Matty. Oh my god,” he continues exactly the way you want, renewed energy from the praise. Expletives and calls to deity's you don't even believe in escaping your lips.

It doesn’t take long before your legs squeeze around him again, your breath holds and you come undone for the second time. His hand slowly removes from you so he can grab your hips and dig his fingers into you. Matty’s lapping your cum up from your entrance. His tongue dips inside as his nose brushes your clit. It’s achy and the shooting pleasure that you had, when you made him keep going last time, is slightly too much like pain for it to feel good right then. 

“Stop,” he takes one last lick and kisses your inner thigh. “You did so good for me baby. Well done." You hold him to your chest for a minute, letting both of your breathing normalise a bit. "Do you wanna stand up now?” He’s slightly shaky as he gets up and his kneecaps are red and lined from the shape of the tiles. That’s gonna hurt tomorrow. He’s standing under the water, head tipped back, cock hard between his legs and pressing against his stomach, precum now dripping down the side. You touch along his length, collecting the salty liquid on the tips of your fingers. His eyes snap to yours as he lets out a satisfied groan when you move your hand to your entrance and rub his cum in with what’s left of your own. 

“Think I’m gonna need a bit more than that to make a baby, don’t you?” His cock is twitching against him and his hands are balled into fists by his sides. “That wasn’t rhetorical Matty. Answer me.”

“Yeah you will,” he whimpers.

“Do you think you can do that for me Matty? Give me all your cum? Help me make a baby?” With each new question you move closer to him. Standing up, hands clasped behind his head, mouth on his torso sucking and nibbling a purple bruise at the top of his abs. 

“Please let me do that. Please let me god I wanna fill you so bad, it hurts baby. I need you.” 

“I love it when you beg,” Your hand is on his cock, giving it torturously slow strokes, you rub your thumb over the tip and his knees nearly give way. His head rests on your shoulder, face buried in your wet hair at your neck.

“Please. I need to be inside you.” it’s muffled but you can hear the whining in his voice. 

“Sit down.” You kiss the top of his head and stand in between his legs. “You’re not allowed to come until I let you. Say it back.” He looks up into your eyes, clearly excited but nervous and a little bit in pain. 

“I’m not allowed to come until you let me,” it’s whispered. You move so that your knees are on either side of him hovering over his cock. You haven’t told him but you need him too. 

“You can touch me now, wherever you want,” he moves his hands to your hips, they’re rough but gentle with how they guide you onto his cock. “I wanna hear you, use your words yeah?”

“Shit, yeah of course. I love it when you’re like this, it’s so sexy. You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans against your chest as you sink down onto him halfway. You need more but you want to tease him too badly. “Oh my god please. I need more. You can’t just stop there.” You pull off him and his face contorts into a mask of incredulity. He cannot believe you did that. Grabbing his face with one hand, and pulling his hair with the other you force his head back. He’s shocked at how physical you’re being with him, but the jump in his dick tells you he likes it, more than likes it. 

“I can do what I like. Tell me who’s in charge here baby.” 

“You. I’m sorry. You are.” He swallows around nothing.

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll just make you wait longer to come.” The wine and orgasms and the steam are clouding your head a little now, it’s giving you more confidence than earlier. Matty seems to like it at the very least. 

You lower yourself fully, all at once taking him in, letting him bottom out and giving yourself a second to adjust before you rise up again, almost all the way off but not quite. You set a slow pace, something you know will get him wound up, wanting to fuck into you. He has to resist it. His mouth is on your chest, sucking bruises on your breasts. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s bitten you when you’ve rolled your hips and fluttered around his cock. 

You’ve lost track of how long it’s been now, the water is starting to feel cooler. You’ve made yourself cum twice more just from riding him, brushing your clit on him just right every time you lowered. 

He’s sweating. It’s not the steam from the shower that’s running down the side of his face. You point your tongue and lick the sweat up, it’s salty on your tongue and he groans at the feeling. 

“I’m gonna explode. Please, I need you to go faster. Please. Icantdoitanymore,” his words come out too fast at the end as his chest heaves, like he’s about to cry in frustration. 

You can feel the dominance starting to slip. You don’t want it to but you don't actually want him to cry, and honestly you need him so badly you don’t actually care anymore.

“It’s okay. You’ve done so well. So good for me. My perfect man. I need you too, need to feel you come inside me. Please Matty,” Each praise followed with a kiss somewhere on his face or neck, until you get to his mouth and beg for him against his lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head fall to his shoulder. You’re exhausted and achy and fucked out, but you need him to come.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I’m.. umm, I’m gonna go fast and hard, am I allowed to? I need it. Need you to move for me though darlin’.” He’s not quite out of the submissive frame of mind, but he’s realising you’re both struggling. 

“Yes, you’re allowed. Please Matty.” 

He moves your knees to wrap around him as he fucks up into you. His hands on your arse, nails digging in. He’s rutting into you hard and fast, using you the way you need him to. 

“God…I love you so much. Need to fill you up so badly. Need to put a baby in you, been dreaming about getting you all pregnant again,” that particular confession surprises you but you store it in the back of your mind to bring up in another, less hazy, time.

“Yesss Matty. Need to feel you. Want to feel you dripping out of me,”

“Not gonna let it. Needs to stay inside of you where it belongs. Gonna get you all big and round and everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. Filled with my baby,” His hips are beginning to falter. When you suddenly come again and you feel that familiar dizziness that makes you feel like you’re not real for a moment, just a being floating in an infinite cosmos of things that don’t really matter in the grand scheme.

The orgasm makes your pussy flutter around his cock, and you know that it’s about to be the end. You lean away from him, hands on his shoulders so you can see his face as he comes inside of you. The floaty feeling makes him seem ethereal. The moan he lets out is perfect and it belongs to you now, in your little high infinity. He tries to ride it out and continue moving inside you, but his thighs are achy and you can see the tiredness in his face. He stills and stays there, pushing you further down onto him so you’re as full as you can be. You can feel his cum being pushed further into you as you are lowered all the way. It feels exactly right.

You look down to see the mess between you and reach with your finger tips. Yours and his cum. Together. Your fingers play with it feeling its consistency, before licking it off. He reaches for your hand and sucks the other fingers clean.

"We taste good."

His hands are on your face. Finger tips tracing around the landmarks your features create. Over your eyebrows, lashes, the bridge of your nose, cupids bow, the tip of your chin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finally says, eyes spaced out and his cheeks bright red. He looks down at your belly as though he can see through and into you. “I hope the next one has your eyes.” 

The water had run cold before you could even properly shower. So you both sat on a towel on the bathroom floor, you in between his legs, waiting for it to heat back up for a bit. You’d turned some quiet music on and opened a second bottle of wine to drink naked and in each other's arms. He pressed kisses into the side of your neck as he rubbed your belly. 

“Do you think we did it?”

“I don’t know baby, but I know we’ll have fun trying.”