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THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

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“Are you scared to look into my eyes?” he teased, holding my hips tightly as I straddled his waist. He watched me with heavy eyes, his head laid back against my pillows. The day had slipped by soundlessly, and we watched the evening swallow the sun from my twin-sized bed.

“You’re trying to make me nervous,” I whined, staring down at his hands. He reached to open the window, the muscles in his neck taut. I imagined letting a finger trace down the tight tendon, trailing below his cotton t-shirt to find the end of it.

“Is it working?” he smirked, grabbing his pack of cigarettes. My throat went dry, and I watched the flash of the lighter in silence. His eyes closed as he inhaled, his stubbled cheeks hollowing. I craved the friction of his jaw, thinking of the red marks it would leave on my skin. I longed for any sign of him, any proof that he was real. He blew smoke from the side of his mouth out the window. “Is it?” he repeated.

“No,” I lied, and he laughed, placing the cigarette between my lips.

“Look at me,” he whispered. He left his fingers pressed against my mouth as I took a slow drag, his dark eyes burning into mine. He watched the smoke curl out of my mouth, pleased. “Pretty.” He put the cigarette back in his mouth, letting it hang from his lip. I had to look away.

“It would be easier if you didn’t look at me like that,” I mumbled, taking the cigarette from his lips and stubbing it out. He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

“Like what?” he drawled, hiding a smirk. He wanted me to say it aloud, as he always did. He could coax anything from my lips.

“Don’t start,” I reached for his hand, pushing the rough pads of his fingers against my cheekbone. He thumbed the corner of my mouth.

“You don’t like how I look at you?” he asked, determined. He let out an exaggerated, ragged sigh. “That hurts, darling.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

“Alright,” he clapped his hand over his eyes, “Better?” I giggled to mollify him. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he returned the gesture almost immediately.

“You’re peeking,” I gasped, and he shrugged, removing his hand and placing it on my other cheek, cradling my head.

“Whatever,” he grunted, and shifted to sit a bit more upright, “Have you got anything to drink?”

“I thought you had to go home soon,” I said, turning my head to kiss his palm.

“Oh, let me stay, baby,” he pleaded, wrapping his fingers in my hair, “Please?”

“I have a bit of wine,” I smiled, and he kissed my forehead. He flipped us over, kissing at my neck as my back arched against the mattress. I covered my grin with my hand, skin flushing at his gratitude.

“Give me a kiss, darling,” his mouth found mine, placing a round, weighted kiss. His tongue drifted to mine, the taste of sharp tobacco and toothpaste filling my mouth. The friction of his unshaven face burned my jaw, and I stifled a moan. He breathed through a laugh, lips turning upwards against mine.

“Don’t laugh,” I meant to sound firm, but it came out as a whimper. His hands were crawling over me.

“I’m not,” his chest was pressed flush to mine, making each of my inhales a challenge, “You’re so pretty.” I huffed, turning my head away at his compliment.

“Don’t,” I warned again.

“What?” he laughed, feigning innocence, “My pretty girl.” I looked at him sternly, and he dropped his head to my chest, shoulder shaking with silent laughter.

“Go get the wine.”

“Sure,” he trailed his hand down my arm, catching my wrist and kissing the back of my hand, “Stay like this for me.” I buried my head in the pillow.

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This is just arghhh

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐲

your boyfriend needs you to take care of him.

a/n: i have Nothing to say. enjoy, u horny mfs <3

pairing: matty x female reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), sub!matty, dom!reader, swearing, praise, degradation, light bondage, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, typos

word count: 3k

“I swear I didn’t–” Matty’s eyes flutter shut when you pull at his hair, lips parting as he lets out a moan. “–Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“You’re mine, got it?” You drag the pad of your thumb across his plump bottom lip, loving how his breath hitches in his throat at the soft touch. With your body so close to his, you could feel his cock straining against his pants, just how you liked it. “You fucking loved having that bitch all over you, didn’t you, slut?”

“I–I didn’t, mmph–y–you’re so good to me…‘m yours…all yours,” You smile proudly, dipping your head down to bite at the skin of his neck. He gasps, rutting his hips into you. 

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even try that, baby boy. Go sit on the bed for me.” He scurries past you and you slip off your heels by the door before following him. It was honestly quite cute how desperately Matty needed to be dominated sometimes. His control needed to be given up to free himself of all thoughts, and he was willing to give that control to you. You took it with great honor.

Matty was always too afraid to ask you to be rough with him, so he figured out how to make you be rough with him, make you use him however you wanted— all he had to do was piss you off. 

You stand in the doorway, admiring the way he was perched on your shared bed, patiently waiting for you to give him another order. He was so fucking hot like this, at your mercy, silently begging for you to ruin him. 

“Strip.” Your voice is firm, full of authority. It makes Matty’s cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to let go; wanted to get on his knees for you, only you. You watch him take off his clothes in a hurry, sitting back down on the bed as soon as he sheds the last piece of clothing. 

You walk over to him, petting his messy mop of curls as he opens his legs, allowing you to stand between them. He tightly wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head forward so he could hide his face in your chest. God, he was really fucking needy right now. 

A part of you wants to stop and ask if he was alright, if he was stressed about something, but his little whimpers tell you that the only thing he needed right now was you–he didn’t want to think for himself anymore. 

You twirl one of his curls around your finger and use your other hand to gently scratch at his nape. He moans into the cotton of your shirt, somehow hugging you tighter than before. “Good boy.”

“Need you, need you,” Matty babbles into your chest. Your heart beats faster when you hear how shaky his voice was. This vulnerability from him was rare and you wanted to make it last. You kneel, lifting his head off your chest, reaching to cradle his cheeks. 

“What d’you need from me, baby? Tell me.” You press kisses to his face, letting him take his time to answer. 

“Need you to touch me, please, please, touch me.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares at you, pleading with his big brown eyes. He was like a little lost puppy. 

“Go on, lay back on the pillows, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his nose and he moves up bed to do as he’s told. His head hits the plush of the pillows and you crawl up his body, choosing to sit on his thighs rather than his stomach– you need to see all of him.

His cock is already hard, aching. You were itching to have him down your throat, but you relent. He still made you mad after all; flirting with a random girl at the bar, whispering in her ear with his eyes locked on yours. You wanted to break him, show him who he belonged to. 

“Got such a pretty fucking cock,” You wrap your fingers around his length and Matty hisses, jolting at the touch. Your fingers drag down the skin of his belly, delicately tracing the lines of his hip tattoo when you reach it–your right hand staying stagnant at the base of his cock. 

“Y–yours to use. Fuck, oh–” You lean down to lick at his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. A soft moan escapes you and his hands instinctively go to grip your hips. 

You slap them away, removing your hands from his body completely. “Didn’t say you could touch me now, did I?” Matty moans, digging his head back into the pillow. “Don’t want to have to tell you again, Matty.”

“‘M sorry,” His hands go to grip the white sheets, “Baby, please.”

“Please what?” You smirk, dipping your head again to suck on his tip. He bucks his hips up and you splay a hand across his lower stomach, pressing his body into the mattress. You remove your mouth from him and spit on his cock.

He goes feral when you start to stroke him– crying out as he watches your saliva dripping down his length. “Fuck! Anything—do whatever you want to me, darling, please.”

Matty’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, his mouth agape. He was fucking perfect for you, every single session. Your perfect boy. 

You reach up to caress his cheek, admiring the way he leans into your touch and turns his head to kiss your palm. “Mmm, just a dumb little whore for me, hm?” You brush his hair out of his face and he nods furiously. 

You slip your shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor. The man under you gapes at the way your breasts fill your lacy bra, biting his lip when you unclasp it and throw it near your shirt. 

“Can I, p-please?” His eyes flick from your tits to your face. You move up his body, now sitting on his stomach. Matty can’t help but whine when he realizes you weren’t going to pay attention to his cock anymore. 

He immediately gets over it when you shove your tits in his face. “Yes, darling, go on.”

He attaches his mouth to your nipple, lolling his tongue around the bud like his life depended on it. One of your hands is on the pillow to prop you up and the other tugs at his hair, hard. A low groan rips from his chest as he switches to suck on your other tit. 

“Mm–shit–so fucking good for me,” You pull at his hair again, “Such a good boy…”

He removes his mouth from your tits and you rub your thumb over his pink lips, “Open.”

Matty obliges, taking your thumb in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your digit, brown eyes clouded with lust. You grind down on him, pushing your ass back into his cock ever so slightly; he moans around you, attempting to roll his hips up against yours. 

When you pull your finger out of his mouth, he releases it with a pop. A grin is spread across your face as you lean down, kissing him feverishly– lips burning with desire. He kisses back with the same passion. 

You break the kiss, placing a hand on the waistband of your jeans as you sit up straight. 

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy?” You coo, unbuttoning your jeans. He squirms beneath you and, once again, grabs at your hips, too excited to even think straight. You stop all movements, stilling above him. His eyes widen when he realizes he’s touched you and he immediately pulls back his hands, laying them at his sides. He knew it was too late, he’d already disobeyed your rules.

“Fuck and just when I was about to reward you too, slut.” You dismount him, ignoring the way he whimpers at the loss of your body on top of his. 

You open your closet and start digging through the shit you and Matty have accumulated these past couple of years, quickly finding what you were looking for. A black silk scarf. 

Padding back over to him, your lips curve into a devious smile when you see him lying there, fucked-out and writhing on the sheets. The realization of the power you had over him right now sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Since you can’t fuckin’ listen to me,” You climb on the bed, crawling over his body, “I gotta tie you up.”

You take his wrists in your hands, watching the way his chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. He whines as you tie his wrists together, raising his hands to fasten them to the headboard. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry I touched you, please.” He had no idea what the fuck he was begging for, he just needed you to alleviate some of the tension in his body.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking cute when you beg like that, my love.” You kiss his forehead, climbing off him again to quickly slip off your jeans and panties. Kicking them somewhere on the floor, you move to kneel next to him. 

You lightly drag your nails down the side of his cock and Matty moans out, kicking his feet and pulling at the silk tie. 

“Don’t make me tie your legs too.” He whimpers at that, closing his eyes as your fingers ghost across his thighs. 

You remove your hands from him, leaning back on your heels and parting your legs so he could see the mess between your thighs. Matty curses when his eyes fall on your dripping cunt. 

“See how fucking wet you made me? God, I love it when you let me take care of you.” You drag a hand down your body, beginning to slowly rub circles on your clit – a loud moan slips past your lips, sweet relief. 

Palming one of your tits, you press harder, staring at Matty’s blissed-out expression. 

“Use me, please. Use me to get off, please, wanna make you feel good.” He begs, pouting and bucking his hips up in the air. 

You release a shaky breath, honestly needing him as much as he needed you. 

“I can’t fucking resist you—fuck—My perfect boy.” You breathe, mounting him again. This time though, you move all the way up his body, standing on your knees, cunt right above his pretty little face. 

“Show me how much you need me…” You lower your cunt down onto his face and he immediately starts to lick your clit, only moving from it when you let out a mewl above him. He yanks the silk tie, itching to roam your body with his hands. His tongue works quickly– no, efficiently, he knows how to get you off. 

You grip the headboard, knuckles turning a stark white. Your right-hand finds its place in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently before tugging on his dark locks. 

Matty whines, moving down to dip his tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit. 

“Fuck, s–shit, Matty!” You moan, taking your left hand off the headboard to grab your tit, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Your hips rut against Matty’s face; you were fully using him for your own pleasure, just like he asked. 

He fucks his tongue into you skillfully, determined to make you fall apart. The only thought in his brain was pleasing you, just you. He worships you, treats you like a goddess. You love it. You love him. 

You look down at him, seeing his eyes flutter shut as he laps at you. 

“Doing so well, my darling.” You clamp your thighs around his head, muffling the wet, filthy noises that fill the room. His eyes find yours as he sucks on your clit. 

The sight, oh it was fucking lewd. His pupils were blown, curls an unruly mess from your constant tugging. It was going to push you over the edge. 

“Good boy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum–mmm, ohmygod.” He hums into your pussy, licking a flat stripe up your slit before grazing his teeth against your clit. 

You fist his hair, pulling at it as hard as possible when you come undone on his face. Your legs start to shake and you’re barely able to think straight– but you continue to grind on him, riding out your orgasm. He licks up your cum, every last drop, moaning loudly into your pussy.

As you come down from your high, you lift yourself off his face and scoot back to perch yourself on his ink-covered torso. A lazy grin spreads across his face, chin and mouth glistening with your wetness. You kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. 

“I love you, love you so much, want to milk your fucking cock now, how does that sound, baby boy?” You drag your nails down his chest as you position yourself above his red, leaking cock. 

“Fuck yes! Please! Need you–mmph–need you to fuck me now, please,” He throws his head back when you grip the base of his cock. You sink down slightly, allowing his tip to tease your entrance. He groans, struggling against the tie once again. 

“Baby, please promise you’ll tell me when you need me in this way, okay? Want to make sure my darling is taken care of. Don’t ever have to make me mad to get attention,” You rake your hand through his hair, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. He nods, brown eyes full of adoration, lust, need. 

You sink down on him without warning. A pathetic whimper slips past Matty’s lips as you let him stretch you out, clenching your walls around his aching cock. 

“Ah–fu–fuck.” He lets out a groan and you raise your hips, then sink back down on him. You moan, he’s deep in you, fucking filling you. 

You place your hands on his chest, using him for support as you bounce on his cock. He looked like sex, flushed and sweaty under your mercy. 

He whines, staring at his cock as it disappears inside you. You use your right hand to tilt his chin up, looking into his eyes as you shove two fingers in his mouth. You’ve created a steady rhythm with your hips, fucking him with skill. 

Matty moans around your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start riding him faster. 

“My pretty boy…fuckin’ made for me,” Your left-hand runs up his chest, wrapping your fingers around his throat and applying the slightest bit of pressure. He closes his eyes, helping you by snapping his hips up into yours; it was obvious he was close to cumming, but he’d been good tonight, he deserved it, so you squeeze his throat a little harder to push him over the edge. 

You didn’t expect him to last for long– you pull your fingers out of his mouth so you can hear his little noises again. 

“Mm, ‘m cumming, g-gonna cum, please–fuck, shit, baby–please!” Matty cries out and you can see tears prick at the corners of his eyes. You lean down to pepper his face with sweet kisses, petting his hair as you roll your hips on his. 

Your breath fans over the shell of his ear, “Been such a good boy for me, love, please fill me up.” 

His body falls limp and he spills his load into you, filling you completely with spurts of warm cum. “Thank you, Jesus fucking Christ, thank you.” 

“No, thank you, sweetheart,” You continue to run your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath; you’ve already completely stopped the movement of your hips. He notices this after a few moments and raises his head to look at you. 

“You didn’t cum,” His face looks a bit sad as you reach up to pull at the silk tie bounding him to the bed. You take his wrists in your hands and undo the knot, throwing the soft fabric on the end of the bed. 

You kiss his wrists, a bit red from struggling against the restraint. Gently massaging them with your thumbs, you lean down to press a wet kiss to his forehead. “Don’t worry about me, my love, you already got me off before, remember?” 

He nods, too tired to argue about it. His cock goes soft inside you and you slowly lift yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the loss of contact. You kiss his cheek and move to climb off the bed but he stops you, grabbing at your arm.

“Stay, baby, please? Don’t leave.” You almost start crying right there and then when you turn to look at his sad eyes. He never wanted you to stop touching him. 

“Matty, honey, I’m gonna grab some clean boxers for you and then go to the bathroom for just a minute, then I’ll be back okay? I promise.” You coo at him, soothingly stroking his cheek with your hand. 

“Mkay. Be quick, please?” His lips turn up into a smile and you giggle, nodding and finally escaping from the warmth of your bed. 

You come back a few minutes later, a fresh pair of boxers from the dryer and a glass of water in hand. Matty waits lying on his side, but his head immediately lifts from the pillow when he hears you walk over to the bed.

“Ok, sweetheart, drink some water and then I’ll help you put these on.”

He sips on the water and looks at you over the rim of the glass, “I can put my underwear on myself, I’m a man, you know.” 

“Oh piss off, I was trying to fuckin’ take care of you.” He laughs and takes the boxers, slipping them over his hips as you walk over to your side of the bed. You had put on one of Matty’s shirts before you left the room earlier.

You lay down next to him, pulling him into your body. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, curls tickling the underside of your jaw. 

“I love you,” Matty whispers and squeezes you tighter. His lips leave feather-light kisses below your ear. 

“I love you more. Go to sleep now, love.”