My Days Are Loooooking Up Again Dudes

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I MEAN I UNDERSTAND THE PREMISE AND IT MAKES SOOOO MUCH SENSE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE HAD THAT DIAGNOSED TOO THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ADHD

Again tho I understand the Premise

Meet me at the record store - M.H x f!reader

A/N: based on this request. Scared to death about the man lurking here but i want this blurb out. Hope you like it guys! Healy stay away.

Word count: 0.8 K

She admired his side profile. Matty was wearing his black ray-ban’s, his curls in all display, trying to tell her all the stories that the corners of Manchester roads came to his mind. She was trying hard to follow the stories, but looking at him so excited around his home town took her attention.

Matty took a drag of his cig, stopping in front of a shop located at a lateral road. He turned his body to stare at the shop’s window, admiring the display they had on.

“Oh, I thought this place was gone.” he said, squeezing her hand.

“Love the theme.”

Matty turned to look at her, throwing the cig away, moving his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, “Do you want to go in?” he offered. “We used to come here all the fuckin’ time.”

“Yeah, let's go.” she took the lead, and drag him through the door.

The shop was small. Tables all around with vinyls, CDs and also cassettes decorated them. There wasn’t a stop on the walls without a poster. The place called you to get lost for hours inside.

A young man greeted them, arranging himself on his chair behind the front desk, “Hello friends, what can I do for you?”

“We’re going to snoop around, mate. Thanks.” Matty spoke, letting him know they’re alright.

“Dope.” the man answered, not bother about them. She watched him going back to rest on the chair, plugging in his headphones and watching the few people walking outside.

Matty went to the back of the shop, even though it was a few feet away from her. She tugged her chin in, searching through all the vinyls. She smirked when a very interesting one showed up.

She turned around, staring at Matty’s back. “Look what I found.” she called him.

The singer returned to her side, rounding her waist with his arm. ABIIOR’s vinyls was presented before them. Matty hid his face on her shoulder, groaning. “Oh, someone is shy now.” she teased him.

“Shut up.”

“I remember the first time I listened to it.” she started recalling, reading the list of songs.

“Do you?”

“Mhm.”

“And?”

She shook her head, “I’m not going to stroke your ego any more, Healy.”

“You already do…dating me.” Matty forced her to look at him, placing his hand on his cheek. He was really close, making her stomach flip.

They hadn’t been dating for a few months, but everything was working amazing between them. She felt like they’ve known each other for ages, even though every time he kissed her it felt like the first time.

She sighed, “Impossible.”

Matty let her go, looking how she tugged the vinyl under her arm. His cheeks feeling warmer. She continued admiring all the old records in front of her, choosing one of her favourites Queen’s albums.

“Look…” Matty broke the silence around them. He lifted high an Oasis CD, making her giggle.

“You already have it!” she whined.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Matty opened the case, “But this is special edition.” he tried to justify himself.

“I can keep it for you…in my house.” she offered.

Matty made eye contact, saying suggestively, “I’d have to visit you every day. Y’know, you can't live without listening to Oasis every day…” he moved closer.

“Right, very convincing.” she shielded herself with the vinyls pressed on her chest.

Matty handed the CD to her, “Here.”

“I was kidding, babe.” she titled her head.

“I want you to have it, baby.” he moved it to accentuate he was serious about it.

“You’re so cute.” his girlfriend took it, going to leave a kiss on his cheek.

After they managed to bring the owner back to reality, he started passing the items under the scanner.

“Total is…” the man let them know. Matty was fast to take his wallet out, although she stopped him, placing her hand on his.

“No.”

“Of course, yes.” he moved his wallet around, offering the man the bills.

“Matty!”

“Y/n, drop it.” he said.

She huffed, because he always insisted on buying stuff for her. Matty pinched her cheek sweetly, after putting his wallet away.

“You two make a cute couple.” the man absently says, staring at them.

“Thanks mate.”

“She’s out of your league, though, dude.” she couldn’t help to laugh out loud.

Matty blushed, “I know that.” he said, feeling exposed.

“Okay, here…” the man gave her the bag with her new records. “Good choices, by the way. This one, ‘the 1975’ is from here, old Manny, y’know?” Matty stared at the man, shocked by his words. His girlfriend trying really hard to not laugh and expose him.

“Yes, I’m a big fan.” she managed to speak.

“Amazing!” his eyes opening with excitement. “Thanks for buying!”

“Bye.”

“Thanks.”

The couple walked away from the shop. She really wanted to laugh about the surreal moment, but stopped herself.

“Nice guy.” she mocked him.

“Don’t.” Matty stopped her, grabbing her hand on his.

She pushed her body to his side, laughing and mumbling, “Let’s go for a coffee, star.” stressing the last word.

OMG HOW DID I GET THE AGE GAP WRONG , I HAVE LOUIS AND MATTY AGE GAP IN MY FANFIC AS 10 YEAR DIFFERENCE OMG ITS 12 NOT 10 🫢😬🫢😬🫢

I’m not the best at writing straight stuff being the gay guy that I am but if anyone has any Matty/George concepts I can write em for ya just hmu

Backstage At Your Show

Matty x Reader

Warning: Smut (Mutual masturbation, voyeurism, public sex? cumplay, dom-reader, and subby Matty)

WC: 3.2K

Summary: You catch Matty in the act backstage at his show.

Masterlist

Matty and the guys had no clue that you would be attending their first-ever arena show. You could hardly contain your excitement for them, having worked so fucking hard to get to this point. Everything felt surreal; you couldn't believe that they were performing on such a large stage and for a sold-out crowd at that. You felt so proud of all of them.

To Matty's knowledge, you wouldn’t be here for another eight days for Christmas Eve, and he was missing you like fucking crazy. As sadistic as it may sound, it made you feel good knowing he was going crazy without you. 

The arena appears in sight as the driver whips the car into its parking spot. You clutch your suitcase tightly and wave a silent goodbye before they pull away. The cold air bites against your body, and the sheer top you’re wearing does little to hide the goosebumps littering your skin. 

You wanted to look hot for Matty, but now you fucking regret not bringing a jacket. The queue of fans lined up outside the arena stretches on for what feels like miles, but you make your way through them, stopping to take pictures with them before Mark rushes outside to get you.

"C'mon, love." Mark grabs your suitcase and leads you through the front entrance, "How was your flight?"

You smile at Mark as you make your way backstage, trying not to bump into people doing last-minute preparations for the show. "God, it was exhausting! I forgot how much I hate traveling during the holidays. Just a nightmare."

Mark chuckles. "Well, you made it just in time. Matty's been moaning about you not texting him all day, you know. He's been driving everyone mad. Hann sent him back to the dressing room because he couldn't take his complaining anymore."

You laugh at Mark's words, imagining Matty pacing around the room, fidgeting with his clothes, and checking his phone every two seconds. It was cute, really, how much he cared about you, but you couldn't help but tease him a little. "I spoke to him this morning! He's just being dramatic, as usual."

Mark chuckles again, shaking his head. "You know how he is."

"Oh, trust me, I do. They definitely need to pay you more for always dealing with his shit." You joke, giving Mark a playful nudge as he leads you towards the dressing room.

Mark laughs, "I keep telling him that. I'll take your suitcase to the bus. The guys are doing the soundcheck without him. Just go down this hall, and it's the last door on the left."

You give a curt nod of thanks to Mark before hastily making your way down the damp-smelling hallway. Eyes focused on finding a head of curly hair. There’s a hum of music playing, growing louder and louder as you approach the door at the end of the hall. The door is barely cracked, but it’s enough for you to see where you’re stepping and to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

The music grows as you stalk further into the back of the O2 dressing room, and you can see the silhouette of a shadow break against the adjacent wall.

A smile breaks across your face at managing to perfect the surprise. Matty would be none the wiser, completely taken aback and shocked. You could practically see the way his eyes would crinkle at the sight of you.

Matty’s back is facing you as he lounges on the chase situated in the middle of the room. The music you had heard is playing on the speaker in front of him, and you are about to walk behind him, jumping into his arms when something catches your attention.

You can't help but pause when you see how his black suit hugs his shoulders, stretching with every tense movement. And it's the subtle sheen on his skin that catches your eye.

Your mouth runs dry as his head lulls back, his mouth parted in silent ecstasy, and his eyes clenched tightly in awe.

“Fuuuck,” he moans to himself, and the grit of his voice has your legs squeezing together, “god–yes.” His shoulders move more intensely, and your eyes are drawn to the glimmer of his many rings, shining with each pump of his hand. And it has you walking closer to the back of the chase.

You dragged your index finger across his body, from one shoulder to the other, going over the highs and lows of soft fabric agonizingly slow. He jumps in surprise and spins around quickly, in utter shock. You have to stop yourself from screaming when you notice the black eyeshadow and liner around his eyes, making his brown eyes pop even more than usual.

He is a vision of beauty. His black suit jacket clung to his body like a second skin, displaying the white dress shirt beneath it in all its crisp glory. The black necktie added a touch of sophistication. Tight-fitting jet-black jeans unbuttoned and hung low on his waist, exposing a dark dusting of hair above his hard cock that was leaking precum at the slit.

He looks like a fucking gothic god.

His eyes, even though wide with confusion, are teetering on the edge of ecstasy as he takes you in.

“Hi, baby.” You purr, letting your eyes wander down the expanse of his body. His entire body tenses, and you shake your head slowly, “why did you stop? I’m enjoying the show.” 

Matty knows that tone of your voice. He dreams about it, makes himself cum to the memory of it. As you circle around the chase, he grows comfortable on the cushions. Palming his dick, he lets you watch as he slowly rubs the length of his cock up and down. “That’s a good boy.” You praise, and you can see the light grow in his eyes.

Sitting opposite of him on the oversized chair, you part your legs in front of him. The skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy through your stockings.

Hey, you wanted him to have easy access. You knew how this night was gonna end anyway, and you wanted to make it easier for the both of you. So, you took off your underwear in the airport bathroom.

“What were you thinking about, baby boy?” You ask, and Matty's mouth hangs open slightly as a moan rips through his throat at the pet name. You smile knowingly at him, and his cheeks are tinged red, and you can tell he’s embarrassed by it.

It's fucking hot. You loved it when he had that innocent look on his face when he’s completely lost in his thoughts and didn’t realize what he was doing. God, you just want to eat him up.

His eyes follow every movement as you let your hand dance down the length of your abdomen, teasingly inching its way under your skirt and up the insides of your thigh. “Was it me?” You purr, tearing away the flimsy stocking with your nails, exposing your glistening and ready cunt.

Matty nods, fist tightens around his cock. “I missed you so fuckin’ much, baby.” He moans, pausing the slight lifting of his hips as you circle your fingertip over your already sensitive clit. The moment you stop, he’s staring back at your face, “No, please.” He begs, pumping himself again–quicker, more desperate, “Don’t stop.” 

Your pussy clenches in anticipation, yearning for the stretch of his cock inside of you. “Were you thinking about how I’d ride you right there where you’re sitting if I had been here?” You push further, and his lips part.

He shakes his head feverishly, stumbling over his own movements as you stand and start walking towards him. Matty quickly pulls down his jeans to his lower thighs before palming his dick. The hand he had wrapped around his dick only a second ago slips under the mesh shirt you’re wearing and pulls you closer to his chest.

“What do you want, baby boy?” You ask, biting your own lip to stop the moan as you feel his dick glide against your already swollen clit, his hips involuntarily bucking up as he tries his best to form a coherent sentence.

“Anything. Fuckin' anything.” Matty answers immediately, pressing his lips to your neck, right below your ear. “Just need you.” He mumbles against your skin.

Reaching between the two of you, you take his cock in your hand and stroke teasingly over the length, and you watch as his breathing accelerates. "I heard you were driving everyone crazy today," He choked on a breath as you swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum over him. Your legs shake as he moans your name lowly and deeply, the sound coming from his chest. "So, maybe don't you deserve anything."

"N-no, please. I do! I do, I do, I do." Matty babbles in a rush, mouth dry and stuttering over his words. His fingers bite into your skin, and he raises his hips once more, attempting to bury himself inside of you.

“Not yet.” You demand, forcing his eyes on you. He looks completely desperate, pupils blown, cheeks red, and slightly sweaty curls falling on his forehead. “You don’t get to fuck me until I say so, do you understand?”

Matty nods and lets his head fall back against the edge of the chase. He loosens his grip, letting you rock your bare pussy over his cock slowly. You can see how hard he’s fighting the urge to push up inside of you. His jaw is locked, his brows pinched together tightly, and to be honest, you were nearly coming undone as well. With every roll, the head of his dick was brushing against your clit, and the precum mixed with your own wetness, aiding in the ease of gliding against one another.

"Wanna make that pretty makeup run down your checks, hmm? Would you like that?" You taunt, as his eyes widen with anticipation. He nods frantically but fails to form a single word. "I want to see you cum all over yourself before I let you fuck me."

Matty almost chokes on his breath, and his hips shoot up into you, the length of his cock twitching against your clit. His black-lined eyes had become glassy; whether it was from the sight of you or the sensations you were inflicting on him, you couldn't tell.

But you can't be bothered by it because he looks so fucking gorgeous, and he doesn't even know it. You almost forgot what you were doing. Almost. But not quite.

"Such a good boy." You purr, picking up the pace once more.

Matty's hips were thrashing in tandem with yours, his knuckles white and his cries more frenzied. Your breath came in heavy gasps as the tension between you increased. You tangled your fingers in Matty's now-soaked hair, pulling him close as you writhed together. Each hip thrust made the knot in your stomach tighten, sending shivers up your spine.

Your breaths are shared with one another: open mouths and heaving chests. In a frenzy, Matty is ripping the shirt over your head and unclasping your bra with one hand, just leaving you in stockings and a skirt. Letting his other hand roam your body. His chest presses against yours, his lips ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest, sucking at your peaked nipples.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans as you pull your skirt around your waist and angle your hips and roll harder against his cock. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You can see him shake, trying to stave off an orgasm. But you can also see how much he wanted it. How desperately he wanted to cum, to spray all over you, to feel the relief of it gushing out of him.

You loved doing this to him.

“Do it.” You command, gripping his hair, and his eyes go wide. “Fucking do it.” You repeat. Matty’s mouth falls open, his brows high on his forehead before his head falls back against the seat, his hips jerking erratically as he orgasms. You watch as pearly white jets of cum erupt over your boyfriend's still-clothed chest. You can feel him tense beneath you as his orgasm hits and rattles through his body.

He looks at you like he’s never seen you before. And in a way, he hasn't. High on the feeling of his release, he looks at you like he’d never be able to get enough. Like he wanted you to stay just like this, forever.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” Matty whispers, buried in your neck. In any other situation, you would've melted at his words, but the only thing you can think about is wanting to see black streaks running down his face and onto his—now cum covered shirt.

Without a second thought, you tighten the grip you have on his hair and force his eyes on you. The pain surges through his scalp, and he hisses out, but you can feel the pulse of his dick when you do it.

“You’re my little whore–aren’t you?” You question, reaching down between you two, lining him with your entrance and sinking down in one swift motion. Matty moans, almost choking on his spit. Still extremely sensitive from his orgasm not even a second ago. “F-fuck, god–yes, I’m your whore, baby.” Matty whines.

You lean back, hands resting on his knees, pushing your hips down onto him roughly. With your cunt exposed, Matty's eyes can't help but fall to where your bodies meet, watching as his cock slides into your pulsing cunt.

Matty glances up at you through the hair falling over his forehead, and you notice tears starting to form as his hands find your hips, trying to slow your movements. "Please, pleassse! I can't anymore–" He whimpers, sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing it painfully.

"Look at you—shit," Another rough drop of your hips, "a withering fuckin' mess because of me." You chuckle lowly, fighting back the moan as you feel his hips come off the couch, trying to match your speed.

Matty's eyes snap to yours, and his mouth opens, assumingly to respond with some witty comment, but you rut yourself back onto him, bottoming out to the hilt, and Matty's words are cut off with a loud moan.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, fuckin’ give it to me. Fuck my little pussy and make me cum.” You yell, grinding down onto him hard.

Matty’s hips shoot up, his dick twitching inside of you, and you can see him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Oh, god, please." Matty nearly begs, hands griping your ass even tighter, his head to drop back against the chase, exposing his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. You’re so good." He moans, trying to restrain his voice.

"I wanna see your pretty makeup all over you." You whisper, leaning forward, licking a trail from the base of neck to his ear. "Wanna see you covered in it."

You feel Matty's breathing quicken, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Fuck, please.” He whines through gritted teeth, and you can feel he’s about to lose it. You purposely clench the muscles in your pussy, building up pressure in the base of your stomach, and Matty fucking loses it.

"I take it, baby. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I—I'm gonna cum again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I can't stop it. I can't-I can't- I'm gonna cum again." He whines.

You push yourself faster, grinding down onto him hard. "Not just yet, sweetheart. Give me some tears, baby boy. We're not done yet." Reaching out, you cup your hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. "Don't cum yet. Don't you fucking cum yet." You demand firmly. Matty nods quickly, whimpering against your hand. "Want you to get your head as fucked up as your cock is right now."

You keep one hand cupped over his mouth, muffling his cries while you're harshly bouncing up and down on his cock. "You're gonna take it. You're gonna take it all, alright? Just like a good boy." You grind into him a little harder, making sure your nails are digging into his cheek, but not hard enough to leave marks.

He's out of control.

He's no longer Matty, the cocky, self-absorbed man you love. He's some sort of desperate animal. He’s a whore, and you fucking love it. You can feel his little whimpers in your hand, begging you not to make him cum again, then begging you to let him cum.

Your other hand finds its way to his hair, where you pull at the roots, rocking your hips back and forth. You can feel Matty's head thrashing from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, and black tears beginning to stream from them.

"You love this, don't you, you little slut. You love being a slut for me, don't you?" You chuckle lowly, watching his head fall to the side, away from your hand. "My beautiful boy."

"Ungh! Yeah—shit." He whines. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck."

Your gaze is mesmerizingly fixed on him; his chocolate brown curls are tousled, and there are black smudges tracing the contours of his eyes and cheeks. His pink lips swollen from biting them, his dick twitching inside of you while on the verge of cumming again, It's absolutely perfect.

"Cum for me, Matty. Paint my pussy white."

And he does.

It's so perfect that it has your stomach tightening in knots and your orgasm rising at a rapid pace. "Ungh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum." You moan, losing yourself and crashing your lips to his.

You taste blood as your teeth crash together, and a high-pitched moan escapes from the both of you as your bodies tense. He's cumming, you're cumming. Both of you cumming at the same time.

It feels like your spine has been struck by the strongest bolt of lightning you could possibly imagine. Explosions of pleasure course through your body, your vision goes white for a moment, and you can feel every muscle in your body tense and relax at once.

Your trembling lips locked together as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your intertwined bodies. Inhaling deeply, you both feel the intensity of the moment before slowly exhaling into each other's mouths as his tears wet your cheeks. You can feel Matty's cum gushing into you, marking you as his. You can feel him tense and shiver against you as you milk every last drop of cum from his cock.

You pull away from him, and after a moment, he raises his head to look at you. You move your hands to his face, thumbs swiping away the black lines from his eyelids, cheeks, and chin. He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back, "Think you gotta redo your makeup. Sorry about that, love." You whisper, gently kissing his lips.

Matty chuckles silently. "Mhm, you're fuckin’ doing it for me this time." He whispers back, kissing your nose.

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THIS IS SO PRODUCER MATTY OF HIM

no cause i want to give him a hug

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

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

Love me - Matty Healy

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

wc: 4.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We both know I can't deny you.” 

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

“Watch.” 

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

“Me, keep your eyes on me.”

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

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

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

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

“Show?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“According to whom?” 

“You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Mhm.”

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

“Let go for me, feel it.”

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

“Fuckk, that feels so good–” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I want you to look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he walks away, Ross sniggers.

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

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

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