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

This George is my absolute fave Era of G , and Matty and And G playing Rock Paper Scissors is deffo how I imagine them in my Fanfic it’s so funny

Welcome to the first episode of “Why is Dylan Emotional Today”

1st reason being that , I am a trans man that has to deal with having a womb and a slightly more feminine physique when all I really want is to be able to walk about with no binder/or shirt on and feel like the man I know I am

2nd reason being , I EVER SO BADLY WANT TO BE IN A BAND , and not for the fame or anything but really just to have the band mate bond with people , and write music/make music that I love , for other people who love it and make those bonds with people and just be an amazing musician but I 1) can sing 2) don’t play any instruments other than the drums but very badly and 3) probably have zero confidence to perform in a stage and probably will just end up mimicking Matty when it comes to stage presence cuz everything I know about performing is from him , but that’s all ever want on the world is to make music that I love with people that I love for people who I know will love it too

Also fuckin hell dude I just saw the Chicago Lollapalooza “Oh Caroline” from last night , and I legitimately stopped breathing when I saw G

5 and 12 from the questions? ☺️

5 - do I have any merch - yes , I’ve got the at there very best cap , a self titled hoodie , a notes hoodie , and the still at there very best T-shirt (from TRSMT ), there are extra things that I wanna get , I wanna buy a record player so I can collect all the vinyls and then for shits and gigs me and my bf wanna get the rolling papers 😂 , but then I wanna get anything I can

And the songs that mean stuff to me rn - 1) number one is always gunna be Nana, for kinda the same reason as Matty but it’s not about my Nana but About my Parents cuz both of my parents have passed away and that song is just sooo angelic and I feel every word of it

Then

(This isn’t usually one but rn )- Is there somebody who can watch you - Ik matty wrote it about his brother or for his brother when he left - and my baby cousin (not to so much baby he’s 18 but he’s my little one you know ) , is moving from the Uk to America for school this month and I’m happy for him but scared at the same time and I really hope he has a great time .

Then lastly Ballad of Me and My Brain - FOR OBVIOUS REASONS 😊😍🥰😊😍🥰

i just had an a wild thought , I lied , the first band that got me to wanna be a band apparently wasn’t t75 , it was The Kaiser Chiefs THEN t75 😂🤦😂🤦😂

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

dont be shy pass the spliff

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.

Having Fun Trying

“shower sex!!” - anon

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

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

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

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

Rating: 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What a good Dad he is…”

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

“Thought about making him a Dad again?”

“Mother!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We can play whatever you want baby.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S’not my fault my wife is hot.”

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

“Oh I’m looking forward to this,”

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

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

“Strip. Be a good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” 

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please,” 

“There's my good boy.”

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

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

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

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

“Matty…” it’s a warning. "Behave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah you will,” he whimpers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, you’re allowed. Please Matty.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We taste good."

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

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

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

“Do you think we did it?”

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