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wreckedandpolemic · 3 months ago

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wearing my sweater - matty healy

(mdni) in which you spend a morning in your boyfriend’s shirt and nothing else. part of promptober75 2024 and the actress!reader au. 2912 words.

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, praise, mild degradation, use of 'bunny', spanking, pussy slaps, oral (f receiving), brief cockwarming

You’re alone in Matty’s bed when you wake up, but the mid-October sun is barely kissing at the horizon and his side of the bed is still warm. Stretching, you sit up, shivering a little in the chill, and get to your feet. You pull Matty’s flannel shirt off the floor and button it on, lifting the collar over your nose to inhale the smell of him, all cigarettes and sweet cologne. Slipping into a pair of his boxers, you rake your fingers through your hair, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as an idea forms in your mind. A pair of your thigh-high socks sit neatly folded on the dresser, and you quickly slip them on and pad downstairs in search of your boyfriend.

“Morning,” you yawn, greedily reaching for one of the steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. “Oh, come here, beautiful.” you murmur.

“You’re talking to the caffeine, aren’t you?” Matty grins, his voice rough with sleep and oh-so tempting. You half-nod around the mug already at your lips, and his eyes go wide when he takes in the sight of you properly.

After a beat of silence that seems to drag just a little too long, you wonder if you’ve miscalculated. Nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt, you bite your lip. “Sorry, I was a bit chilly when I got out of bed. Is this okay?”

Matty’s still staring at you, slack-jawed. “You look fuckin’— I’m— Jesus Christ,” he stammers, his heavy, lust-thick gaze on you making your head swim. His eyes are glued to your thighs where they spill over the tops of your socks, stuck on the sliver of skin left exposed by his shirt.

Giggling to yourself, you sip your coffee, waiting for Matty to snap out of it and make a move. Eventually, you set the mug down, rest your palms on his thighs and lean close. “Is this okay?” you repeat teasingly.

“You’re evil,” he breathes against your lips. “So fucking evil. And gorgeous, God, so gorgeous.” Teasingly, you pull at the hem of your shirt, revealing his low-slung boxers and a sliver of your hip. “Jesus, I’ve had wet dreams that start like this,” Matty blurts out, one hand digging into your hip.

“Oh, yeah?” you tease, lowering yourself into his lap. “What happens next?” you breathe, slowly rolling your hips against the muscles of his thigh and moaning under your breath.

Matty laughs softly, fingers sliding delicately into your waistband. “First, I make you cum all over my fingers,” he smirks, greedily swallowing your gasp as he brushes a circle into your clit. “Then, I bend you over and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Then, I clean you up with my tongue, ‘cause I’m a gentleman like that,” he adds, wearing a smug, lascivious grin and teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger. “You like the sound of that, angel?”

Grinding down against his fingers, you nod into his neck. “Mhmm. Yes. Please, Matty,” you whine, need creeping up your spine. A murmured good girl as he gently lifts your head has you dripping against his fingers, his lips meeting yours in a slow, loving kiss. Matty draws his fingers out of your underwear, his other hand pulling you down against his thigh so you can grind yourself against him. His tongue comes out to lick obscenely at his fingers, practically salivating at the taste of you.

“Shit, I wanna get my mouth on you,” he groans, pleasure tingling under your skin as you roll your hips down against his sweats. “God, I love this fucking pussy,” he adds, near-reverent.

“S’yours,” you say immediately. “S’all yours, baby. Can do anything you want with it, promise.” Matty practically whines, gripping your hip with one hand and sliding the other up your shirt. Your back arches when his knuckles brush a peaked nipple, sensation rippling through your body.

Your hips jerk, arousal dripping out of you as you rock against Matty’s thigh, head tipping back in ecstasy. “Good girl,” he coos. “That’s it, make yourself feel good. Need to make this pretty pussy cum f’me, okay?” Nodding, you whine as he slips his hand back into your underwear, circling your soaked hole and then filling you with two fingers in one breathless second.

Clenching your cunt around him, you whimper, melting against him as he sets a gorgeous pace, fast and punishing; designed to reduce you to a trembling mess in his lap. “Mmh, Matty, fuck,” you whine, head hazy with pleasure. Your lips meet his jaw, slight stubble against your soft skin somehow enough to set you buzzing as you kiss and bite at him. “Y’so fucking hot,” you moan, attacking his neck as he finger-fucks you into a daze.

“Such a sweet girl,” Matty murmurs, circling his thumb over your clit as pleasure arcs up your spine. “God. you drive me crazy, angel. Look so pretty in my clothes, thought I was still dreamin’ when you came downstairs like that,” he groans, letting you drive your hips down onto his fingers and clench around him wantonly. His hips twitch a little, the length of him pressing against your thigh insistently.

You’re dizzy with lust, high off knowing he wants you, dazed by his fingers still fucking in and out of you like it’s going out of fashion. “If I’d known you’d get so— mmm— hot and bothered, I’d have— fuck, fuck!— done it forever ago,” you gasp, choked out around moans. Obscene sounds fill the room, echo off the ceiling, rattle deliciously through your head.

“Y’always get me bothered, angel,” Matty laughs breathlessly. “Too fucking beautiful,” he sighs, grinding the heel of his palm into your clit and swallowing your moans as your body starts to tremble under his touch. “You ready to cum for me, darling?”

“Yes,” you whimper, choked with lust. Your orgasm crashes frantically over you, lung-crushingly intense as you gasp for air. Your cunt pulses around Matty’s fingers, his murmured praise going straight to your hazy head. His name falls from your lips in a dazed chant, body going slack as you melt into a puddle of pure desire against his chest.

You wince as Matty slides his fingers out of you, and he croons a soft apology into your hair. “Good girl,” he coos, rubbing his palm over your soaked cunt as you whine. He slaps your cunt harshly, sending a bolt of pleasure-pain rippling through you. “That’s my good little slut, baby. Shit, I need to be inside you, angel. D’you wanna be a good little bunny? Bounce on it for me?”

The nickname makes you dizzy, cunt throbbing with want. You look at him with need painted across your face, eyes wide and pleading. “Want it from behind, like you said. Please? Promise I’ll still be a good little bunny for you.” Matty’s eyes blow wide, pressing a messy, sloppy kiss to your lips and grinning against your mouth.

Detaching yourself from his lips with a whine, you stand and bend over the arm of the sofa, shoving Matty’s boxers down your legs so they puddle on the floor. You reach back to rub your clit with a moan, arching your back as Matty’s blunt nails dig into your hip and he frees his cock. “So gorgeous. Look how wet you are for me, bunny. Gonna look so good pumped full of cum, huh?” he adds, brushing the head of his cock over your clit as you whine desperately.

Torturously slow, Matty fills you, your back arching and cunt clenching with want. Twin moans fall from your lips as he bottoms out, his hips flush with yours. Your cunt pulses, desire flaring under your skin, and you try desperately to urge him deeper. “Please, need you to fuck me, Matty, fuck!” you whimper.

“Shh, bunny, shh. M’gonna give you what you need, promise. Don’t you trust me?” Matty says, low and rich and soothing, and you melt against the sofa cushions. He pulls out, all the way out, and you let out a needy, choked sob, cunt clenching around nothing. “Oh, sweet girl. You’re desperate, huh?” he teases, a touch cruel in a way that kisses deliciously down your spine. A hard smack against your cunt makes you scream, incoherent pleas dripping into the pillows under your head. “You’re dripping,” he coos.

“M’soaked,” you whine. “M’so fuckin’ wet for you, Matty, please stop teasing,” you beg. His hands tightening on your hips is all the warning you get before Matty slams hard into you. A sound that’s half-scream, half-moan, all lust tears free from your chest, sudden, intense pleasure balling tight in your chest.

Slick sounds echo obscenely loud around you, filthy and melodic; like Matty himself, somehow. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s my good little bunny, yeah? This pretty cunt’s takin’ me so well, darling,” he praises, stroking the curve of your ass gently. You brace for a slap that never comes, and you find yourself whining at the lack of it. “Oh, baby. You want spanked, s’that it, bunny?” You nod, whimpering his name, and he pinches your clit, sending a bolt of pleasure rocketing up your spine. “Words, darling. I know it’s hard when I’ve made you all dumb on my cock, but you gotta talk to me, yeah?” The condescending lilt to his words drips deliciously down your spine, pools between your legs.

“Please, Matty,” you murmur, voice thin and pathetically pleading. “Need you to spank me,” you add, cheeks flaming as the burn of humiliation turns to a tingle of arousal between your thighs. Matty’s hand comes down against your ass, heat spreading from every inch of his skin that touches yours. You moan happily, arching your back as Matty fucks into you between slaps.

His hand meets your ass, your thighs, even your hips, until the skin there is red and stinging and your cunt is practically gushing against him. Matty fucks you through it all, hips slamming against yours as you clench vice-tight around him. “So close, aren’t you, bunny?” You nod into the pillows, whining his name breathlessly. “You want one more?” he says, his grin audible. Nodding, you whimper out something that sounds enough like agreement to satisfy him, and he croons out a good girl.

In a split-second, he’s pulling out of you and slapping your clit so hard that the impact sends you toppling over the edge. Without warning, you’re cumming all over Matty’s fingers, your knees buckling with the weight of your orgasm. Your breath is coming in quick, short gasps, every exhale burning sweetly in your lungs. Pleasure floods your entire body, seeping into every bone, every muscle, your very nerves catching alight as you come and come. It takes you a minute to come to, and when you do, you’re laid delicately on the sofa; Matty kneels between your legs, gliding his palms reverently along the exposed skin at the top of your thighs.

“Hi, bunny,” he says, softly trailing one hand up to stroke your face, brush sweat-soaked hair out of your eyes. “That was intense, huh?” he can’t resist adding, a self-satisfied and shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

Your eyes flicker down to where his cock hangs between his legs, still hard and heavy, drooling and fucking soaked with your arousal. “You didn’t cum,” you say, frowning a little and reaching weakly for him.

Matty pushes your arm down with a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss you and slowly working his way down your neck to just above the spot where his shirt is buttoned over your chest. “Good thing this isn’t about me, then,” he smirks. “This is about you, bunny,” he adds, unbuttoning his shirt a little so he can press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. “And how unbelievably, irresistibly, mind-blowingly fucking sexy you look wearing my clothes.” Matty punctuates every word with a wet kiss against your bare skin, your pulse rushing instinctively under his touch.

He unbuttons the shirt just enough that he can free your tits, seemingly desperate to keep you in the shirt this entire time. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, Matty sucks eagerly, teeth grazing slightly as his tongue flicks over you the same way he does to your clit. “Mmm, now who’s needy?” you giggle, sliding your hand into his curls and tugging gently, just enough that he pulls off your nipple.

“Always need you,” Matty answers instantly, honey-brown eyes meeting yours with a hunger so deep you feel it in your very bones. Then, he smirks, and a shivering thrill rushes over you. “D’you remember the third part of that dream I was tellin’ you about?”

You bite your lip teasingly. “Where you clean me up after?” Matty’s working his way down your body, your legs widening unconsciously to make room. “You made a real mess of me,” you challenge, whining when he kisses softly at your clit.

“Don’t worry, bunny. Don’t even think, okay? Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, lapping hungrily at your cunt. Stubble scrapes deliciously against your thighs, and you resist the instinct to slam them closed around Matty’s head. Moaning as pleasure drips down your spine, you arch up against his mouth.

His tongue flicks back and forth over your clit, skilled muscle working you into a frenzy. Your hands dig into his hair, French tips scraping over his scalp as he moans into you. The sound vibrates through your body, settles as a low hum in the base of your skull, dizzying. “Don’t stop,” you plead, pressing his mouth harder against you.

Desire pulses thickly in your blood, weighs heavy on you, pins you still. You grind your hips up, your clit brushing his nose as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his tongue. “God, I fucking love this pussy. So pretty, so good for me,” he coos, drawing back a little so you can see his face, eyes lidded and lust-blown and lips and chin soaked with you. “Whose pussy is this, really, bunny? Who does it belong to?”

“You,” you choke out. “S’yours, Matty, all yours,” you whimper, gasping as his calloused fingers come up to circle your clit.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he groans, sounding fucking wrecked. Obediently, you gasp out his name, over and over. Matty’s breathing goes ragged. He leans in, redoubled his efforts, licking at you with a hunger so voracious you aren’t sure he won’t swallow you whole — you aren’t sure you wouldn’t let him, either.

Chanting his name like it’s the only word you know, you writhe in pleasure under him. Matty’s nails dig into your hips, so deep they’ll bruise. You can’t bring yourself to care when your brain is so saturated with ecstasy that you’re sure you’ll never feel anything but bone-deep pleasure again. “Oh, my God,” you whimper. “I’m so close.” Every exhale is shaky, frenzied, pure bliss coiled so tight in your chest that it feels like panic, your heart racing faster and faster with every stroke of Matty’s tongue.

He doesn’t even have to speak, just buries his tongue deeper inside you, presses into your clit, moans against your dripping hole. The instruction is clear: cum for me. The fire in your chest erupts, rips free, burns you up and leaves melted strings of unending pleasure in all the places your body should be. You’re screaming his name, pulsing on his tongue, probably soaking everything in sight as the evidence of your ecstasy fucking sprays out of you.

“Fuck, darling, y’gonna make me cum,” Matty practically whimpers, crawling up your body to speak in the shell of your ear. “M’so close, I wanna cum inside you, fill you up. S’that okay, bunny? S’okay if you’re too sensitive, I just—” You’re still cumming, dizzy with the relief of it, as you reach wordlessly down to guide his cock into you.

The second he feels your soaked, tortured cunt throb around him, Matty’s cumming, covering your mouth with his in a messy, sloppy approximation of a kiss. You swallow his moans almost as greedily as you take his cum, milking him for every drop as he coats your insides. He slumps on top of you, still inside you, and grins dazedly. “You’re fucking incredible,” he vows.

“M’fucking exhausted,” you mumble, eyelids suddenly lead-heavy.

“Oh, darling,” Matty coos, propping himself up on his elbows to fuss over you. You wince as he pulls out, the loss bringing a pout to your lips.

You yawn. “Can you…” you trail off, reaching up to stroke his face. “Mmm, just put me to bed, n’then fill me up when you’re hard again? Don’t wanna fuck again, I just need you inside me.” You’re slurring your words, your exhaustion now a physical thing, weighing heavy on your consciousness.

Matty kisses you, soft and featherlight. “Fuck, s’not gonna take long if you keep talkin’ like that, bunny,” he murmurs, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to bed. You’re drawn tight into sleep, barely afloat when you feel him slide home, your cunt so soaked that it accepts him oh-so easily. “That’s it, bunny.” You can vaguely hear his murmur, barely kissing at the edge of your awareness. “Just go to sleep, I’m right here.”

And that you know, in your heart of hearts, to be the truest words you’ve ever heard.

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