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toomuchracket · 4 months ago

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girl of your dreams (d word matty x reader smut)

early days of the relationship, sneaky post-show hotel room sex. warnings for d word mention (duh), exactly one (1) spank, matty going down soft sound, unprotected sex (girly is on the pill tho), and creampies. enjoy <3

“yeah, yeah, goodnight,” matty smiles as his bandmates disappear into their respective rooms, entering his own when the locking mechanism clicks open. he's used to that sound now, used to quickly sliding the do not disturb hanger onto the handle, used to kicking his shoes off and placing the keycard near the door and yawning as he turns the corner into the bedroom proper.

what he's not used to, however, is seeing you there, sprawled out on his bed watching tv, wearing your glasses and a champagne-coloured satin nightgown that quite honestly makes him go weak in the knees.

he wants to get used to it, though. really, really wants to. he's determined to, actually. but first, he's determined to make up for being later to your rendezvous than planned. “hi, darling,” he smiles (how could he not, looking at you?), shrugging his jacket off en route to the bed. “i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here.”

“s'alright, baby, i understand. newcastle show and all,” you crawl to the end of the bed to meet him, and the way your tits swing as you do affects him almost as much as the pet name does; both of these things pale in comparison to the way you kiss him, though, all soft lips and quiet sighs, hand coming up to hold his face while you smile into him. when the kiss ends, you press your forehead to matty's, and it takes all his focus not to swoon. “your family are lovely, by the way. ‘specially your dad.”

matty laughs softly. “yeah, he was telling me how canny he thinks you are. says i should be paying you extra for the fact you're the one waking me up every morning.”

“oh, no, i like the kiss currency thing we've got,” you giggle, pressing one to his nose and sending his heart racing. “but were you really that much of a nightmare when you were little?”

“christ, yeah. he didn't detail it?”

“no, he was very sweet. maybe he was trying to make you seem cool,” your pretty face shifts into a smirk, and matty braces himself for the inevitable. “i mean, your family are all so concerned with when you plan on settling down - maybe he was trying to make you seem appealing to me.”

“take it you heard them asking me if i was seeing anyone, then?”

“yeah. was funny,” you peck his lips. “and your answer was very good.”

matty hums, thinking back to the there's someone, yeah, but she's too good for me so i'm playing it cool right now he'd placated his family with. which, to be honest, isn't a total lie. “good, good,” he gently lowers you so you're lying on the bed, crawling atop you and resting his arms on either side of your head; yours rest on his shoulders, pretty nails gently scratching at the back of his head the way he likes. “and was my dad successful?”

“at making you appeal to me? oh, yeah,” the playfulness in your eyes is addictive. “i’m really quite fond of you, matthew.”

god, the way you say his name! “feeling's mutual, gorgeous,” matty leans back, letting his calloused hands lightly skim up the sides of your torso. “love this outfit, by the way.”

“m'glad. bought it with you in mind,” the revelation sends matty reeling, and it's only worsened by what comes next. “dunno if you could call it an outfit, though.”

“why not?”

you smile, sweet as sugar. “because i'm not actually wearing anything else, darling.”

jesus christ. blood rushing in his ears, matty stutters out a response. “you serious?”

a nod, a suggestive bite of your own fingertip. “see for yourself.”

what a fool he would be to do otherwise. blood still pumping in his ears, and travelling more towards his trousers by the nanosecond, matty drags himself down your body and settles himself on the bed between your - fucking gorgeous - legs. with something almost resembling trepidation, he slowly pushes the silk up your thighs, jaw dropping in a groan as he takes in the enticing wetness pooling between them on your cunt. “fucking hell, sweetheart,” he moans, hand tracing up your slit and circling your clit as if on instinct, making you jerk with a whine and his dick jump as a result. when he brings his fingers to his lips and the delectable tang of you hits his tongue, matty's necessary next step becomes crystal clear. “please, please let me eat you out.”

your reply nearly makes him cum there and then - another thing matty's still unused to is the new nickname you've been trying out together, but it isn't half fucking incredible. “yes, daddy.”

matty thinks he breathed out a “thank you” as soon as the words left your lips, but he can't be sure; the only thing he can focus on is getting his mouth on you, licking upwards to your clit before wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and flicking over it with the tip of his tongue, just the way he was elated to discover you like. he can't help but moan into you when he hears your little whimper of “oh, just like that, yeah”, smiling when you moan louder in response and clamp your thighs around his head - a second later, when realisation seems to hit, you go to loosen your grip with a half-whined “m'sorry, daddy”, but matty just shakes his head (which has you moaning again as his tongue slices across your clit) and shuffles himself around so he can wrap his arms around your thighs and keep them there. not out of masochism - well, part of it is - but more out of the fact that your thighs locked around his head is proof that this is really happening, and he isn't just dreaming about going down on you like he did for months after first meeting you.

of course, reality is so much better than those dreams: matty could never have imagined how good you actually taste when he's licking into you with nothing short of desperation, or how beautiful you look when you're all fucked-out, or the way your voice goes all shaky when you're about to cum. which, incidentally, is what's happening now - “m'close, daddy, m'so fucking close. wanna cum, please, please let me cum!”

seems as good a time as any for matty to take a breath, he thinks. pulling away from you just long enough to take in a lungful or air, he nods. “cum, princess.”

with a dazed smile so beautiful it breaks his heart a little bit, and a breathy “thank you”, you obey, body tensing and releasing a final time, accompanied by shaking limbs and broken whimpers of his name and his nickname and god only knows what else. matty kisses your inner thigh, resting his head on it and letting you come back down to earth in your own time; he likes watching you like this, anyway, worn-out from pleasure and a little bit haphazard. your hair's a mess, your glasses are askew (he's also far more into them than he initially thought, to be honest), and your nightgown is really quite crinkled, but he can practically feel the adoration for you emanating from himself.

you're so beautiful. and you're his. he still can't quite believe it's not a dream.

you rake a hand through his sweaty curls, and he's reminded that this is all real. he kisses your thigh again, and you giggle. “hi.”

“hi, darling,” matty rubs a little loveheart on your thigh with his thumb. “how you feeling?”

“so good. thank you, gorgeous,” you smile, while matty's cheeks burn at the compliment. “how are you?”

“i'm good, angel, i'm really good.”

“tired at all?”

he shakes his head. “not really. but we can go to sleep now if you want,” he smirks when you shake your head enthusiastically. “no? there's something else you wanna stay up for… princess?”

you bite your lip, nodding. he huffs out a laugh. “need you to tell me what it is so we can do it, sweet girl. come on,” he pulls himself up slowly, pressing kisses up your stomach and resting his head on your tits. “tell daddy what you want.”

“i - oh, fuck,” you whimper as matty tugs down the top of your dress and mouths at your nipple. “want- want you to fuck me, daddy. please.”

he knew it was coming, and yet matty still feels heat trickle down his chest right to his dick when you speak. “good girl. and how do you want to be fucked, princess?”

“in front of the mirror,” your voice is clear, sure, sexy; it crumbles when you talk again, but matty thinks your secret desire is even hotter. “wanna watch.”

the next few minutes are a blur to matty, which he reckons he would put down to some weird primitive horny instinct to just fuck you as soon as he can. he remembers kissing you, but nothing about how he got you on your hands and knees before the mirror or undressed himself; post-kiss, the only thing he can focus on is the feeling of inching inside your soaked cunt, watching your eyes roll back into your head, listening to the choked moan that leaves your kiss-bitten lips as he bottoms out inside you with a murmured “fuck”. he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your summer-scented skin at the way you giggle deliriously. “feel so good around me, baby. you want me to fuck you now?”

“please,” your jaw slackens as matty starts to move his hips; when he speeds up, groaning at how wet you are, how brain-meltingly tight, you whimper, and he has to force himself not to cum then and there. “daddy…”

“i know, sweetheart, i know. doing so well for me,” matty coos, eyes fixated on the reflection of your tits bouncing in the genuinely most perfect way with every thrust. christ, he's really lucked out with you, hasn't he? sweet, smart, fucking gorgeous… he's punching well above his weight. “my beautiful girl. want me to get you off again, princess?”

you nod, whimpering when his hand meets your asscheek; as he rubs the stinging skin, matty sighs. “words, baby, come on.”

“sorry, daddy. yes please.”

he leans forward to kiss the nape of your neck, moving to whisper in your ear. “good girl.”

his hips speed up, so much so that he can already feel the muscle aches he'll wake up with tomorrow. but it's more than worth it to see you like this, to make you like this, wanton and writhing and whining every time your bodies meet; the way you're beginning to clench around him in the way matty's learned is a sign that you're about to cum spurs him on, too, desperate to get you off and chase his own release. “c'mon, princess,” he pants, gripping your hips as tight as possible to keep up momentum. “need you to cum for me, yeah? cum, and i'll fill you up. know you fucking love it when i do that, don't you? love being a good girl for daddy.”

“yeah,” comes the broken cry in response. your cheeks are stained with mascara tears, streaming from your hazy eyes, and your whole body appears to be shaking - suddenly, it tenses, and matty hisses at the feeling of you vice-tight around his dick. “m'cumming, oh fuck, fuck!”

there's an influx of warmth and wetness around him, and matty can't help but follow in your footsteps. “shit, me too,” he moans, brain foggy but body still slamming into yours, syncopated now; he clings to you as he cums, eyes rolling back into his head as he finishes deep inside your cunt. your arms give out, and matty follows your fall onto the bed, draping himself over you without pulling out and pressing his lips to the back of your neck. “jesus christ, princess, you're so good,” he kisses your cheek when you giggle, a sweetness incongruous with the fact he can feel his cum dripping out of you. “y'alright?”

“yeah,” you turn to catch his lips with yours, a tender kiss that ends with you looking at him so adoringly he almost can't take it. “thank you, baby.”

“anytime. s'my pleasure. and yours, i s'pose.”

“you're so silly.”

“and you're into it.”

“i am, yeah,” you smile, and matty swears he can feel butterflies in his stomach. “i'm just very into you.”

“i feel the same about you,” matty strokes your hair, yawning. “shall we shower? or d'you wanna stay like this for a bit, darling?”

you beam. “wanna stay like this forever, matty. but,” you wink. “given that we're both working tomorrow, maybe we should limit it to, let's say, five minutes of this before we shower?”

god, he's so obsessed with you. “whatever you want, my girl.”

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god-has-entered-my-body · 6 months ago

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i just feel like mpind george would be SO into putting the others in shibari designs. i know it's usually girly calling the shots but like... george tying the two of them up and making them do things for his pleasure and amusement... meow. maybe girly lets him do it as a reward for how well he's come into the dynamic and does what he's told, if you need character motivation? idk. hot regardless

- mads <3

first thing that popped into my head for this is George tying you and Matty to each other. (this got super blurby i think you've officially cured my writers block)

Chest to chest, your tits pressed up against Matty as well as the rest of your body, your thighs and torsos tightly bound against each other, hands pulled and tied behind your back. Laying on your side, unable to move, you have no choice but to stare into each others eyes and blush, the extremely close contact making you both dizzy with need.

George sits in a comfortable sofa chair in the corner of the room, pupils blown out as he watches you two rut against each other, which you specifically grinding down onto the rope placed expertly onto your clit, the friction shooting mind numbing pleasure down your spine. Soft moans sound from Matty as he struggles against the restraints, his cock throbbing against the silk of his panties as he makes eye contact with you, then George, his face red and flushed from both the stimulation, and the feeling of being watched.

The lace of your bra rubbing against his nipples isn't helping either, the rough material on his chest only heightening his pleasure, his skin glistening with sweat as he pleads with no one in particular, muttering swears and pleases under his breath. You catch his lips in a hot kiss, all tongue and spit to the point it dribbles down his chin, making a complete mess of him and you.

This goes on for what feels like ages, until George finally reaches into the pockets of his trousers, pulling out two separate remotes and running his thumbs over the controls, throwing a teasing look your way. He clicks a button on the one in his left hand, and you can fee the toy inside of you buzz to life, your hips immediately jumping as choked moans spill from your lips, making George smile in that sickly sweet way of his.

"Feeling good f'me, doll?" he says, his voice impossibly deep. You nod vigorously, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as Matty watches in awe, his face mere inches away from yours. The pulsing vibrations deep inside of you and the delicious friction from the rope make your mind go numb, you entire body taken over with pleasure.

This side of George is one you haven't seen before. The side of him that just takes, makes you do what he wants, not the other way around. You're so lost in all the sensations; the rope pulled tight against your skin, the feel of Matty's chest against yours, the toy buzzing inside of you, George's eyes fixated on you.

You barely notice George turn his attention to the remote in his left hand, clicking it on with a dizzying air of nonchalance. Matty cries out as the pretty plug George had made him wear, pressed right up against his g-spot, starts to vibrate. The soft buzzing of both of your toys does nothing to drown out the pornographic moans filling the room, high pitched whines spilling into your mouth as Matty presses his lips to yours, grinding against you in any way he physically can, the rope restraining him rubbing against his skin painfully.

The pain only amplifies his pleasure, which in turn turns you on even more, every sound he makes going straight to your core. George sits in his chair, legs spread and head thrown slightly back, his chest moving unevenly as he lets out a low groan, his eyes half shut at the scene playing out in front of him. He moves both remotes to his left hand and palms himself with his right, squeezing his cock through the soft material of his trousers. His hair sticks to his skin, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he mutters praise at the both of you.

"Yeahh, thats it doll, rut against her like a slut, fuck. Feeling good for me? God, you look so gorgeous with that pretty rope against your skin, so perfect."

You can only moan in response, and so can Matty, both of you teetering on the edge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes as George unbuckles his belt, the metallic clanks making both your heads snap in his direction, necks straining to get a better view. George looks even more wrecked than you, his cock straining against his grey boxers, the outline of him making you dizzy with need. Matty chokes as he takes himself out, fisting his cock as he mindlessly plays with the controls of both remotes, not even bothering to check what he's doing to who.

Both of you writhe against each other, gasping and panting as the toys pulse inside of you, Matty leaking against the fabric of his panties as obscene moans spill from your lips, making George grin wildly, rewarding you with raspy groans and more praise.

"So fucking pretty my love, my two sluts putting on a show for me, yeah?

His words are enough to push Matty over the edge, his hips stuttering as the plug makes his mind go blank with pleasure, spilling into his panties with shuddering gasps, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The sight of Matty coming that hard, and George speeding up the movements on his own cock make white hot pleasure pool in your stomach, the tension in your core threatening to snap.

Your orgasm washes over you in intense waves, your arms struggling against the rope as you shake, the toy inside of you working you through it, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. George switches off both of your toys, leaving you to catch your breath as the rope almost seems to tighten. The creak of the chair as George gets up is deafening, and his shirt riding up his stomach with his cock in his fist, he slowly makes it over to the two of you, still shaking from your climax.

He kneels on the bed, eyes hooded and lips parted like a real life porno, looming over you and Matty. You can see his dick twitch desperately, and he digs his thumb into the slit, throwing his head back in pleasure as Matty's eyes widen at the sight, right along with yours.

George looks down one last time, taking in the sight before him. You and Matty, fucked out and still bound, unable to get away from each other no matter how hard you try. Matty's chest is flushed red, his lips bruised and bitten and purple mascara smudged under his eyes. You pant George's name, staring up at him with glassy eyes, chest heaving dramatically.

One last choked noise leaves George's lips before he finishes all over the two of you, painting your bodies with his cum. The sight is obscene, and you realise Matty's stuck his tongue out, catching some of George's release in his mouth. George whimpers at the sight, his eyebrows knitting together in mind numbing pleasure as he works himself through his orgasm, gasping as Matty catches your lips in a violent kiss, letting you taste George on his tongue. You moan softly into his mouth, letting him dominate the kiss as George watches with even wider eyes, committing the moment to memory as best he could.

Though he doesnt take control often, George sure knows how to make it memorable for all parties involved x