Menswear

when people ask for “the Ross video” this is the one imma be showing from now on , This had my physically having to bite my hand to stop me from splitting my face open from the size of my smile , WTF HES SO CUTE 🥰

oh my sweet handsome angel!!!! 🫶🏻 (x)

The masculine urge just to sit on his knee when he’s sat like this is insane ❤️🥹

Right I am actually not having a fuckin giggle rn I swear I walked past John Waugh like an hour ago and I didn’t fully realise it was him till I was past him and felt to awkward going back wtaf is my life

Right TikTok just attacked me , haven’t been on it all morning and I open it now and this is the second video to appear

What is this another installation already had a bit of inspo

Word count 3737(so beautiful)

Mentions of : weed, this chapter also contains smut it’s very awkward but sweet, slightly Subby matty and slightly domgeorge but only if you squint , aftercare AND JUST OUTRIGHT CUTENESS

Warnings : Smut and Weed

George's POV

"George you're as good as me darlin"

As Matty got up to lock his door he pulled the hoodie off placing it on the dresser beside the door and was starting to unbutton his shirt on the way back. "Is this okay?" , I couldn't take my eyes off of him and I nod frantically. He reached the end of the bed and tossed his shirt off in a different direction "can you take yours off for me darlin ?, or would you like me to do it"

"Come ere and do it for me babe", Matty climbed up onto the bed straddling my lap pushing his hands under the hem of my top as my hands connect with his chest and his breath hitches. "Your so fuckin handsome Matty , I swear". My shirt slipping off over my head and Mattys mouth connected back onto my neck , I slid my hands  from his chest down his sides to his hips and under his jeans taking hold of his butt "Bab...Baby, Can I ...Can I take ..your jeans off?", I couldn't help the stutter as I was talking , his teeth took hold of my pulse point and he was just nibbling along my neck. I could feel him nod against my neck as his hair tickled my face but I took a hold of his chin raising his face to look at me "I need you to say the words handsome".

"Ye..Yes you can darlin", He sat up for me and guided my hands to the front of his jeans as I unbuttoned them, I could feel his hard on through the fabric as I poped the button open. "George, I've never done this with a Guy, how ..how do we uh..or I mean what...Sorry I don't know what I'm asking"

"I haven't either , we can learn together babe" , I slowly pulled the waistband off his boxers back and then let it spring back softly. "Can I touch you?" , I felt him shudder under my touch and his eyes gloss over.

"Please" , Mattys hips pushed forward just enough so my hands brushed over his erection and I heard him groan and it sent a jolt of arousal through me. I again went to pull the front of his boxers down and slowly pulled everything all the way down as he helped get himself out of his jeans. My eyes scanned his body , and I couldn't help but stare at his dick , it was hard and the tip was red.

"Wow , how long have you uh ..."

"Not long don't worry , but it's all for you George", he leaned down and kissed me his tongue pushing through and I groaned into it but I stopped for a second

"Baby that looks painful"

"No George please I just need you to touch me please, these meds I'm on I know I won't last long, I just , just need your hands on me , please George" Matty guides my hand right to his dick and I wrap my hand around it and I begin to pump him slowly "That's it... yes ...shit that's it", That comment gives me the confidence to continue pumping him with one hand and the other comes to the back of his head pulling him down into a deep , breathless kiss. As I'm pumping him Matty starts grinding into me rolling his hips right against me causing me to groan into the kiss, he just continues to kiss me slowly from my mouth back down to my neck his hands grasping onto my shoulders. "George....can you ...can you go faster baby".

I whisper "as you wish handsome" and I pump him faster as he also grinds faster. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel him against me "Oh baby, you feel so good doing that, please don't stop"

His grip gets tighter on my shoulders as his dick twitches and he latches onto my neck with his teeth. "Arghh ...I ca...George keep going please..I'm close" ,

"Matty, lay down for me" , he stops momentarily to look at me. "I wanna taste you baby", he grinds down on me one last time and we both moan into a kiss as he lays down pulling me with him. "Your gunna be the death of me Matty seriously" . I start leaving wet kisses all the way down his body being sure to swipe my tongue over his nipples. And taking extra care to kiss along his happy trail. "I'm going to suck you off now okay" , I look up him through my eyelashes and I could see his back arch as his head is pushing into the pillows

"Yes , Oh my god , yes", his hands find there way to my hair and pull on my roots roughly and it feels amazing. I wrap my lips around his dick feeling the stretch of my lips as I go all the way down slowly. Feeling the head of his dick hit the back of my throat makes me moan around him and Matty's hands pull on my hair harder. "Shit ...George please". I swirl my tongue around his tip as I pull back up and I pull off with a pop. I rest my head on his thigh for a second. The whine that escaped his mouth was angelic

"Please what love"

"Please don't stop...I was so close just then George...I swear you're teasing me" , the look on his face was devine, his eyes were hooded and there was barley any brown left in them, there was a sheen of sweat across his hairline and his lips were red and swollen.

"Anything for you baby", I got right back to sucking him off, my own erection was pulsing in my jogger and I had to touch myself. The hand that ain't holding Matty's hips slide down my body and into my own jeans and I begin pumping myself at the same pace I'm sucking Matty at. The moment my hands connect with myself I moan around Matty's dick again and I felt it twitch in my mouth

"Baby...arghh...I'm...I thi...I'm gunna cum , please....can I" , his breath is coming out ragged and he's moaning my name. I nod around him as my hand begins to get faster around myself and I know I'm not going to last long, I keep moaning around him and I feel his hot thick ropes explode in my mouth as his hole body tenses under me and he groans my name. I pull of him quite fast and I sit up on my knees as I pump myself faster

"Matty, I need you, please", Matty’s hand ever so softly takes hold of me and we jerk me off together I double over as I feel my orgasm coming "oh my god .... Yes... that's it ...I'm cumming" , I explode over both of our hands and immediately fall to his side as we both try to catch our breath , both of our chests heaving rapidly "Wow ...that was definitely something ....Jesus Matty".

"You can say that again ...Jesus Christ", Matty rolls over to face me and begins to trailing his hands down my chest "we need to clean up then get some dinner cuz I'm starving", we both giggle at that and I get up

"I'll be right back sweetheart", I come back with some tissue and a glass of water and place the glass beside him then carefully wipe off any residue of my cum off his chest. "Want me to help you get dressed sweetheart" , I ask as I pick up my t-shirt and pull it back on.

"Sure", Matty sits up against the headboard as I make my way over to pick up the hoodie from the chair where he left it and his jeans from the floor. "Boxers are in the top drawer ", I also get some boxers for him and make my way back over

"Arms up", He raises his arms up over his head as I pull the hoodie over him, his face pops through the top and I kiss his nose and ruffle his hair. It makes us both chuckle again. "Stand up for me and put your hands on my shoulder" , he does so and steps into his boxers as I hold them out for him and he does the same with his jeans. I pull him into a soft lingering kiss I can't help but smile into it. "Let's go get some food yeh!"

"Yeh , OH I got you noodles" , he looks so excited as he tells me this and it makes me smile and take his hand as we leave his room

"Did you really?"

"Yeh, your always eating them on call, guessed you liked them , so I got loads", he's so fuckin cute sometimes and it really impressed me that he remembers the little things.

When we get down to the kitchen his mum is sitting on the bar stool at the breakfast bar and she smiles as we come in hand-in-hand "Hi boys, how are you doing", we watched her take a sip of he coffee and smile over the rim. "Next time Matty try make sure no-one is in next time you need to be doing that stuff , your dad took Lou out on a walk", the blush that creeped up Matty's face was a sight to see.

"Sorry Mum", We awkwardly shuffle over to the cupboard letting go of each other hands and Matty starts getting the noodles ready to heat up. I tentatively take a seat next to his mum.

"So, this is George am I correct", his mum extends her hand to me and I take it giving it a simple shake as she tells me that her name is Denise and she's very happy to meet the boy that has helped Matty out a lot recently. She asks us if we had any plans for the rest of the night since it’s about 8 o’clock and we’d been upstairs since we got in and as Matty is handing me the noodles he mentions that he wants to go up to the skatepark for a while after we’ve eaten. I spot Denise give Matty a look , I sense some tension but I don’t say anything. Although Matty does reassure her that everything will be fine as he shovels noodles in his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days “please dont worry Denise , I’ll look after him”

“Thank you love” , Denise smiles at us both and leaves, I smile up at Matty he’s really enjoying those noodles.

“So what happened at the skate park I could sense some tension”, Matty shrugs and looks around.

“Nothing happened , it’s just cuz it’s late and she doesn’t want me going out late because you know , dealers and stuff”, The noodles that he picked out where exactly the type that I buy all the time I don’t know how he could have known these were the ones I liked, I nod along with what he said because I get where his mum is coming from, and we sit in a peaceful silence for a while. Until Matty gets up and bins the pot that the noodles where in and climbs up onto the cabinet like literally climbs. It makes me lose myself in laughter.

“What are you doing dingus?” , he freezes as he grabs something from the cupboard on the top shelf and looks at me sheepishly.

“Just getting some stuff to roll a joint with for the park, I keep it up here so Lou can’t get it”, I’m still lost in laughs but I nod along and agree with him, I finish my noodles and stand with him as we roll a joint together, as I’m watching him do it I notice that he rolls his the opposite way to mine and I ask him if he’s left handed which he says yes to and smiles as he sticks the joint behind his ear and wrap his arms around my waist while I finish rolling mine

“You ready ?”

“Just let me grab our shoes, I’ll run and get yours, do you have a specific pair you want” , he informs me that he doesn’t mind so long as it’s a pair of vans , so I jog upstairs grabbing my red converse and a pair of black and white checkered vans from Matty’s shoewrack and I notice the rabbit hat on his dresser and pick that up too, Matty is stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me and I pull the hat over his head and cover his eyes and hand him his shoes

“Hey I can’t see at the best of times, this is very mean”, he adjust the hat on his head as we both sit on the bottom step pulling our shoes on, another difference I notice is where I tie my laces , Matty doesn’t he just simply tucks the laces into his shoes and jumps back up dusting his jeans off “ready?”

“Yeh”

———————————xx————————

Matty’s POV

I didn’t bring my boards with us but once we reached the skatepark it was empty so I bet George that I could beat him to the top of the halfpipe, we let each others hand go and we bolt over ti the graffiti covered concrete of the halfpipe , George quickly pulls himself up, leaving me to struggle (I’m not very strong), After a couple of seconds he offers me a hand and he pulls me up. Our legs are dangling off the edge as he pulls me into him. I’m leaning on his shoulder for a second until I decide to flop down laying on my side and put my head in his lap.

“I think I won that one sweet one”, I just mumble a quick “mhm” and I feel myself fully relax into him. “What we doing here then my love?”, I pull the joint from behind my ear and search around in my pocket for my lighter , finally sparking up when I find it watching the ember glow

“Just wanted to smoke under the stars in peace with you and I wanted to ask you something without prying eyes”, I quickly pass George my lighter watching his joint light up under the moon light. He nods as he inhales , I mirror him before exhaling the smoke and smile up at him.

As he exhaled his smoke I watch him smile back, “Ask away love”, he leans back slightly leaning on one arm while the other removes the joint from his lips as he watches me thinking through what I want to ask. I close my eyes and I take another drag before asking.

“Well you know how we’ve known each other for nearly a month now , and we clearly like each other yeh ?” , I watch George just nod at me before I continued. “And now that we’ve met , I feel this mad connection with you, like I guess I already felt it , like even from our first conversation I could feel it”, again I pause as we both take another drag watching each other just enjoy the piece although George mouth a yes at me as the smoke leaves his mouth. “I was wondering , If you uh maybe wanted to officially, I don’t know be mine, my uh boyfriend or whatever?”

A smile grows in George’s face as he looks down at me. “ You know what I’d love to be your boyfriend or whatever” his eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Shut up, you know what I meant , but if your serious”

“Dead serious, I want nothing more than to be able to call you mine”, he brushes the end of the joint on the concrete then flings it over the edge of the railing and leans down and pecks my lips, he then takes my quickly disintegrating joint from my fingers. “Can I shotgun you?”

“God, yeh”, I pull myself up as he shuffles closer to the back of the halfpipe so he can lean against the railing and I can straddle his lap, he holds my waist with one hand and my hands rest on his shoulder, He raises the joint to his lips inhaling deeply pretty much inhaling the rest of the joint, holding it in as he throws the remainder away and pulls me into his as our lips brush each other I open up as he exhales into me. In inhale the last of it but I exhale as my head falls onto his shoulder and I pull him into a hug.

“Your so pretty Matty honestly so pretty”, I feel him kiss my head, “Do you wanna watch the stars baby” , I nod into his shoulder and he helps my turn into his lap , I sit between his legs with his chest against my back his arms wrap around my mid section, his lips make a connection with my neck as his hands rest under my shirt. I can’t help it when my head Luls backward onto his shoulder again. “You want to put some music on handsome”

“Okay, my phones in my pocket can you get it for me”, one of his hands fall out of my shirt and pulls my phone from my pocket , I feel his chest vibrate as he giggles a little, I look up at him knowing fine well what he’s laughing at but decide to play innocent “what?”

“You really have me as you screensaver already ?”

“Do you not?”, I watch a blush crawl up his face which answers the question for me as he tries to hide his face in the crook of my neck. “I thought so”. I have no password on my phone as Lou is always one it. He slowly makes his way through my Spotify trying to find a song. I hear the soft notes of song that I didn’t really know start playing it sounds upbeat as the lyrics come through “what is this?”

“Just the twink anthem of the year”, I look with a slightly confused look on my face as a sign for him to elaborate a bit more “Rush by Troye Sivan , it’s literally about poppers, the video is full of twinks” , he chuckles before telling me the rest of his thought “I bet you’d look great in the video to be honest”

“No way am I a twink Mr Daniel” , this revelation makes him laugh again even more. The sound being so contagious that it makes me laugh too.

“Matty darlin , you’re cute but you’re the literal definition of twink my love”

“If you insist”, the song continues to play and I can’t help but slightly lose myself in it , “it’s actually pretty good” , as it dies out , George picks up my phone again and immediately begins to find another song. But this time the song that comes on next I know all to well

As it plays George turns it up to full blast and at the chorus we both begin to shout “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH A PSYCHO” and jump up and pretend where actually singing to each other making a complete arse of ourselves. “I didn’t know you liked Kasabian George , you are full of surprises”

“I saw them when I was 11 with my dad in like 2018, it was actually insane”, The next few songs on the list are Kasabian songs and we both just dance around having the times of our lives until I run out of breath and have to stop for a second.

“It’s getting pretty cold , do you think we should head back now”

“If you’d like , we can go home , get in bed and relax , watch a movie , bit of Game or Thrones or even play something, how’s that sound ?”

“It sounds great” , so that’s what we do George jumps down and helps me off the top of the halfpipe with the state my ankles are in , any of my bones are really, if I landed wrong I would sure as hell snap them.

———————- xx————

The walk back to mine was peaceful, We walked hand-in-hand, Showing George a few of my favourite spots to shop, We walked past Ross’

Once we got in everyone must have gone to bed because the house was quiet, We kicked our shoes off at the door and ran like a heard of elephants up the stairs to my room. “So what do you wanna do?”

“Film ?, I’ll get changed , brush my teeth and stuff and you can decide” , George looks around in his suitcase for some clean boxers and clean T-shirt pulling out a bag with his toothbrush and tooth paste “I’ll be back in a second”

I watch him make his way into the bathroom before I remove my jeans from my legs, and pull off my socks, perch myself on the end of my bed and flick through a million films on Netflix before I come across “The Imitation Game” , that’s what I wanna watch right now. I set my laptop up on my bed. I know we could watch it on my TV but watching it on my laptop cuddled up together just feels better and more intimate. After about five minutes George comes back and crawls into bed trying to catch what I put on. “Nope it’s a secret you have to wait till I come back to see”

“If you say so” , I quickly run to the bathroom , brush my teeth and pee then come back and crawl into bed next to him and cuddle up into he’s chest. I press play and wait for the film to start. The minute the audio starts to play George’s says “This film is awesome I love it so much , this guy was such a pioneer for so many reasons , Good choice my love”

And this is what we do for the rest of the night, I can’t say either of us made it to the end of the film. I know George didn’t he was out like a light at least 45 minutes in snoring away peacefully and I wasn’t to far behind him, falling asleep to the feel of his chest rising and falling under me and the sound of the film in the background

GUYS I ACTUALLY WANNA SOB OVER THE LATEST CHAPTER OF “HEART OUT” THAT IM WRITING , WRITING LOUIE IS ACTUALLY GUNNA BE THE DEATH OF ME OMG

@justanamesstuff @heavenfalls @medeas-chariot @tillthelandslide @1975tv @ros3chu

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you never found that fucking earring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for you.”

I think I’ve gone delulu man

Just found out some mad facts 😳

yours - george daniel

(mdni) thank you anon for this request i had a SPECTACULAR time with this i hope i did it justice!!

warnings: 18+, semi-public unprotected sex, degradation, praise, jealousy, bratting, slight exhibitionism

It starts the way it always does: teasing. You don’t think you've taken your eyes off George once since he left your side, always ready with a smirk or sly wink when he catches your gaze.  He’s talking to some indie darling or other, a pretty girl, really, but you can see her hand practically white-knuckling his bicep from across the room. She smiles too big and laughs too hard and you hate her, just a little bit. You can’t stop her — you have no reason to. George isn’t yours, not really. The two of you fuck. It’s not exclusive, there’s no strings, but you’re starting to realise you might have let him in one too many times, let him jam something in the door to your heart; you can’t lock it back up when he leaves anymore.

 George locks eyes with you, expression pleading, and you suppress a victorious grin and delicately lift a shoulder in his direction. This is a game you play; he loves it when you get jealous, though neither of you would admit it. You want him all to yourself, want to march over there and prise that girl’s fingers off him, demand that he never so much as look at another girl. But that would be losing, which you’re not in the habit of, so you swallow your bitter fury and wash it down with a long sip of sweet wine, staring intensely at him over the rim of your glass. The girl goes on tiptoes to whisper something to him, and he stoops low to listen, two blonde heads bending together conspiratorially. Worse, he laughs in response, not a polite, awkward chuckle, but a genuine laugh. And he doesn’t look back at you afterwards.

You drain the rest of your wine and set the glass back on the table with a too-loud thud. Making your excuses to the director? producer? you’ve been chatting with, you stroll across the room, feigned casualness becoming harder to maintain with every step. The self-congratulatory smirk on his face as you approach is aggravating. He’s won and he knows it.

“Well, hello, love. I was wondering when I’d get to chat to you,” he says, hugging you from the side and letting his hand linger low on your waist for just a moment longer than he should. “Was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he adds, voice heavy with meaning, dripping with the unsaid.

“You know I can’t keep away from you for too long,” you grin, trailing a finger down his chest. It’s hot in here, his shirt unbuttoned as much as it’s acceptable, giving you the tiniest preview of the toned chest you know so well. The other girl hasn’t said a word, but she’s still lingering, her presence an unwelcome stain on the moment blossoming around the two of you, both curbing your tongues for her benefit. “Come on, I need a refill. We can catch up at the bar.” You phrase it like a suggestion, but he knows from the way your nails dig into his arm through his suit jacket that it’s a command. He leads you away and you shoot the girl a warning glare as you go for good measure.

“You look incredible,” he murmurs low in your ear, splaying a hand at your waist. The warmth of his palm radiates through you, some Pavlovian response to the simple feel of his fingers on your skin making you suppress a shudder. 

“Thank you, darling. I guess you’re alright,” you tease. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Fine, you’re fucking gorgeous.” You wander over to the bar, and you let him order for the pair of you. He knows what you like, anyway. Probably better than any man on Earth.

You still keep your eyes averted, though, because you knows as soon as you meet his eyes, he’ll say, “You really didn’t want me talking to her, huh?”

You roll your eyes, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, please. You were begging me to get rid of her. Besides, tiny, pretty little thing like her? She couldn’t have handled you.” You shrug. The bartender sets two glasses of wine in front of you, one red, one white, and he takes a long sip before replying.

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll never know, now. You dragged me out of there before I could even get her name.” Smug satisfaction courses through you — you’ve got your claws firmly hooked into him, at least for tonight. You bite back the reply of ‘Good. Forget her. Forget them all,’ that springs to your lips. You’re cool, you remind yourself. You’re relaxed and chill, and you can do casual. You’re not that cliché girl who falls in love with her fuckbuddy.

He runs a finger along the edge of your jaw, dipping down to play with your necklace. “My eyes are up here, darling,” you tell him, his warm hands nauseatingly close to your traitorous, beating heart. It thuds harder, calling out to him. You pray he can’t tell that if he wanted to crack your ribs, reach in and pluck your heart from its place in your chest, that you would let him. You wouldn’t even resist.

“I know what I’m looking at,” he says. “God, you can see everything through this dress.” He raises his other hand, knuckles grazing your nipple accidentally-on-purpose, and tucks a flyaway piece of hair behind your ear.

You swallow a moan, leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts on your face. He tilts your chin up with a thumb, parting his lips in expectation. “You’re a fucking cock-tease bitch,” you murmur with a scowl, startling him into a laugh; that endearing, high pitched cackle that shakes his shoulders near-violently. “Where the fuck do you get off, flirting with her just to piss me off? Touching me like that in public?”

One of his hands glides down to the thigh-high slit in your dress, thumbing over the skin there. Electricity races from the point his fingers touch your skin, so close to where you want them and yet miles and miles away. “You wanna play, baby? Let’s play,” you breathe, gripping his neck and crashing your lips together. It’s harsh, messy, an explosion of lips and teeth and tongues sliding together. You pull back, biting hard at his lower lip just to feel the flesh tear beneath your teeth. To leave your mark on him so that when he kisses the next girl, the sting reminds him of you.

“You’re fucking wild,” he hisses, tongue flicking over your bite mark.

You shrug. “Don’t piss me off next time.” You pat his chest and lean past him to pick up your wine glass, brushing deliberately against him. “Come find me when you’re ready to get out of here. And you’re not gonna like what I do if you try it on with one more bitch in front of my face,” you promise, turning your back to him and taking a few calculated steps away before throwing him a glance over your shoulder.

“Oh, and George? Can I tell you a secret? I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He freezes and you give a self-satisfied grin. Your victory is short-lived, though, his hand shooting out to catch you by the wrist as you try to walk away. He tugs you back towards him, and you obey easily. There was never any question that you would, really. “You’re not fucking going anywhere,” he hisses in your ear. “Come with me,” he orders, keeping your wrist in a vice-like grip as he drags you out of the room. He doesn’t look at you once the whole time he stalks down the corridor, the only sound your heels clicking against the tile as you struggle to keep pace with him.

George crowds you into a bathroom, attacking your lips the moment the door slams closed. You barely register the quiet click of the lock, letting him flip you so your back is against the door and pin your arms above your head. The second he frees your mouth you moan, trying to squirm away from his lips against your neck and collarbones, but he holds you fast. He dips his head into the valley between your breasts, licking at the skin there. “I love your fucking tits,” he says, mouthing wetly over the fabric that covers your nipple.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you sigh, voice full of false bravado that can’t cover how weak his touch makes you. “Get on with it, or people are going to notice we’re missing,”

“Greedy girl,” George chastises, but his eyes shine with want and his hard cock presses against you through his trousers. He steps back, and your whole body mourns the loss of his skin against yours, aching for him. “Bend over for me, baby,” he orders, a bolt of lust striking you. He knows acutely that all he has to do is tack on for me? and you’ll do whatever he asks. You lean over the sink, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he lowers his head to kiss your bare back. It’s soft, intimate, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s handling you. It adds fuel to the sickening flare of hope deep in your chest that gutters and gutters but never goes out. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?” He’s gentle, all of a sudden, gathering your dress in one fist and pulling it to the side. You gasp, your cunt fluttering in the cool air, and George grins.

“Come on, just fuck me,” you groan, rocking your bare cunt against him, the friction from the fabric of his clothes burning your clit deliciously. Your breath fogs up the mirror, the tap presses uncomfortably between your breasts and the corner of the counter cuts into your thighs. You hardly feel any of it, singularly focused on the man behind you. He removes his steadying hand from your hip, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers and boxers down just enough to release his cock. You contort your body, twisting to look over your shoulder at him, his cock red and dripping, begging for you. He still looks so put together, crisp and elegant in his suit, his reflection immaculate above you. You look even more wanton by comparison, hair tumbling over your shoulders and lipstick smeared across your chin. Desperate, hot desire drips out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Beg for it,” he orders, and you’re too far gone to feel embarrassed. He slides a hand between your legs, just barely grazing at your clit. “Oh, God, George, please fuck me,” you moan, mind-wiping pleasure licking from where he toys gently with your swollen bud. “Shit, I need it. Nobody fucks me like you, baby. It’s you, it’s you, it’s always you,” you gasp, biting down on your lower lip before you let slip another incriminating admission.

He swipes a finger across your cunt, dipping teasingly into your entrance and pulling away before you can even react. He licks your arousal off his finger, both of you moaning softly. “Wish we had enough time for me to eat that sweet little pussy. Always so fucking wet for me. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you need,” he promises. You watch him reach into his pocket for a condom and shake your head wildly. “Oh, my dirty girl,” he murmurs, interest colouring his tone. My, your heart gets caught on. My, my, my. My girl. The words ricochet in your skull, bashing against your brain, denting it, leaving it bent out of shape with enough room for George to shove his way in and stay firmly glued there. “You want it raw?”

You nod desperately. “Want it fast. Hard. Dirty,” you plead. “Come on, baby. Ruin me.” At that, he can’t stay teasingly out of your reach any longer, guiding himself to your dripping entrance and thrusting into you in one fluid motion. You’re full so fast you’re practically choking on him, biting down hard to keep a scream at bay. You marvel every time at how well he fits inside you; your body feels made for him. Coherent thought escapes you, euphoria twining through all of your limbs at once.

He paws at your tit with the hand not holding your dress, pinching your nipple cruelly and sending a shock of pleasure-pain spiralling through you. His thrusts are quick but measured, exercising a control that you can’t even begin to fathom as you cling to the edge of the sink for dear life. Your thighs bash against the counter, but you can’t even begin to care. The only thing you know now is George. His hand digging into your waist, nails biting at your flesh, sharp pinpricks drawing a constellation of pleasure in your skin. You’ll be glad, tomorrow, to have the marks, the physical evidence of this encounter, proof of the ownership you feel over him.

“Is someone in there?” somebody calls from outside. You freeze. George only laughs, low and breathy in your ear, teasing, taunting.

“Well? Is someone here, baby?” he whispers, fucking into you again as he speaks.

You choke back a whimper, thrill stealing up your spine at the prospect of getting caught. Someone is right there. If they decide to open the door, there’s no hiding the dirty display you and George are putting on. Being seen like this, bent over, stuffed full of him and begging for more should be humiliating, but inexplicably you almost want to be caught. Maybe, if those girls out there could see how perfectly you fit, how well you fuck him, they’d leave him alone.

“Yeah, I’m in here,” you choke out, clapping a hand to your mouth to stifle a moan when George rolls your clit between his fingers, hot euphoria dripping down your spine. “I’ll— I’ll probably be a second!” you manage, his teasing fingers not giving you even a moment to breathe. Footsteps recede from behind the door and you breathe a sigh of relief, letting a string of suppressed whines and curses fall from your lips. Before you can chastise him, he perfectly hits that spot inside of you and you scream out, mind going blank from pleasure.

He groans. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby. My sweet girl, stretching so pretty around my cock.” You whimper, widening your legs to draw him in deeper. George lifts your head up by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he commands. “Look at my pretty girl, falling apart for me.” Your soupy mind latches onto that my again, that little word choking you as effectively as if he had wrapped his hands around your throat. “Made to take my cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Tell me you’re mine,” you gasp, so, so full of him.

“What?” he manages between pants, hips never slowing from their brutal pace. Your skin slaps together, wet, sopping sounds ringing through the small room.

“Fuck, George, just say you’re mine. You don’t even have to mean it,” you coax, moaning low in your throat when his fingers brush your clit. “Come on, baby. Who else do you get it this good from? You know you own my fucking pussy. Let me pretend I get something back,”

He stills for a split second, as though your words cut through the fog of lust swirling between you. Another girl might not have even noticed, but you know every motion he makes inside and out. A broken beat in his perfect rhythm means everything to you. He leans down, slow and deliberate. “I’m yours,” George whispers, and you can’t hide your physical reaction, how good it feels to hear those words. Your blood turns to syrup, heart beating deadly fast to keep it pumping through your organs. “Does it feel good when I say that?” You nod wildly. “I know it does. I can feel what that does for you. I’m yours, baby. Yours, all yours. As long as you’re mine,” he croons, breath hot and sticking in your ears. He’s ruining you. You won’t ever be able to lay under another man without thinking of him, of this.

“I’m yours, George, you know that. Ugh, fuck, I’m getting close.” You slip a hand between your legs, both of you rolling circles on your clit. Tantalising pleasure builds and builds, churning in your gut, setting your body alight. George doesn’t let up, words failing the pair of you, grunts and moans dripping off his tongue in the place of gratifying words. Pleasure coils in your belly, winding tighter and tighter, dragging you ever closer to your high.

One final thrust and you fall apart, unspooling under his quick, clever fingers. Euphoria seeps into your bones, sticky heat keeping you glued to George. Your toes curl in your shoes, your legs shake, unsteady on your feet. He fucks you through your orgasm, stroking your flushed skin as his thrusts become more erratic. You cry out something that could be his name, rocking your hips, half retreating from overstimulation and half chasing his orgasm. You squeeze your cunt around him and he comes with a shout, his body loosening against you, his hand dropping from your hip to catch himself on the counter. He spills inside you as your name spills from his lips, smooth and sweet on his tongue. He pants, hips resting against yours, and catches your eye in the mirror with a smile.

“Fuck,” he mutters, grinning tiredly. He pulls out of you with a sickening squelch, cleaning up as best as he can in the bathroom sink and tucking himself away. You stand upright slowly, clutching your abused muscles.

“Fuck is right,” you reply, wincing as you feel his cum trickling out of you. “I think you’ve shattered my hipbones, darling.” You adjust your dress, crumpled where George had it clutched in his fist.

“You love it,” he fires back. You shrug, tipping your head in acknowledgement. “Sit up here for me, love,” he says, patting the counter. You balance on the edge and let George fuss over you for a moment, cleaning you up as gently as possible, plying you with soft kisses when you whimper and squirm away, oversensitive. This is always the worst part of your hookups — he takes such good care of you after, and for those few minutes, you feel what it would be like to be really his. You stand on shaky legs and try to breathe some life back into your body, try to reel your mutinous heart back in.

“Shit,” you hiss, registering your reflection in the mirror. You look utterly fucked, hair wild, dress ruined, makeup smeared, chest heaving. “I can’t go back out there like this,” you complain, swatting at him when he smirks. Of course, he still looks completely put together, composed as if he wasn’t crying out your name and cumming mere minutes ago.

It takes a minute, but you manage to wrangle your hair into submission and scrub the lipstick stains from your face. There isn’t a lot you can do for your dress, though. Your thighs burn every time you take a step, and your bare cunt is desperately sore. George swats you on the ass and follows you out of the bathroom. Matty catches your eye as you slink guiltily back into the party, shooting you a wicked smirk. You can’t help but love him, even if it does mean everyone in this room is going to know your business by night’s end.

“Hey,” George says, still keeping a supportive arm around your waist. “If you really want me, I’m yours,”

Your pulse speeds, your tender heart smashing against your ribs, bruising to a pulp. “Can you repeat that?” you manage.

“I’m yours, love. As long as you’re mine,” he promises, taking you by the waist and staring deep into your eyes. You’ve always wondered whether he could read your thoughts with that look, and now you have your answer. Stretching up on tiptoes, you sling your arms around his neck and catch him in a long, sweet kiss. You link a finger around his.

“Yours. All yours,”

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)