#muslin fittings

[kaasi-legacy-designs]

Did the fitting for the 1950s shorts pattern, even though I did eat and is affecting the fit.

I think they fit well enough, but I should add the 1/4" back to the side seams to give me a bit more room when eating or just having bloating days.

Length wise. I think these are a good length. Not overly short but not too long for my stature. (5ft 4in, for anyone curious)

Am I that much of a shorts person? No.

Do I live in a slightly warmer climate? Yes.

So shorts are needed in my wardrobe.

[lettersforbeatrice]

remember when we were robbed of the lettuce bikini

[gil-estel]

it's way past my bedtime (and theirs) but I have 2 (mostly) completed robes and a workable shirt pattern that I'm fairly confident I can adapt into the undershirt and a vest.

so. decent progress.

over the workweek I plan on finishing the robes (hemming, finishing raw edges, moving the pockets higher on robe #1) and possibly knocking out flashback indara's shirt if I have time

[wildestheart4ever]

Do button loops work on normal buttons?? Or do I have to put a clothe button kit on my to-get list?

I don’t know how to sew a zipper, much less an invisible one so I have been thinking of other closing methods like snaps or hooks - can you sew buttons over snap covers?? ‘Cause I always hated how they look

…….though now that I’m thinking about it - the way I thought of sewing snaps and how they usually look isn’t lining up in my head, don’t tell me that’s all other complicated process…

Guess that’s out of the list

[maternalcube]

oh yeah

whats more distinguished than unbleached cotton muslin 🤌

[acurseofvirtue]

Choosing pants as the first piece of clothing to sew was AN ERROR.

[synnthamonsugar]

I simply do not have a body that's fit for women's pattern sizing. I guess.

[ego-sum-arbor]

Y’all, I am so glad that this fabric doesn’t have distinct front and back. Many fewer ways to screw up the pattern transfer and cutting process.

[gris-parfait]

Just ordered all the fabrics and trims for my mom's wedding dress and this is getting so real

[littleunicornblog]

Surprise Your Expecting Friends with These 5 Baby Supplies

The truth is, you don’t have to wait for the baby shower to surprise your expecting friends with a fantastic gift. Those first few months of parenthood can get overwhelming, and the baby shower can go by in a flash. So, making sure your friends have everything they need to welcome their little one into the world is the best kind of gift you can give. Check out these five baby gifts that are perfect for the expecting parents in your life—whether or not they made the registry (they’ll thank you for them later).

A Carseat Canopy A carseat canopy is one of the most ideal gifts for your friends who are always on the move. A carseat canopy helps shield their little one from germs and harmful UV rays and helps dampen the busyness of the outside world. Look for a canopy made from lightweight, breathable muslin fabric so you know that the baby is getting plenty of airflow. A silent magnetic closure is innovative and ideal for checking in on a sleeping baby. A White Noise Machine Sleep is incredibly important for the baby and their parents in the first few months of parenthood. A simple white noise machine can do wonders for helping a fussy baby calm down for a nap. Once the baby gets comfortable and used to sleeping with a white noise machine, it can help them understand when it is time to settle down and sleep. Trust us; your friends will thank you for this gift. A Photo Blanket Watching a baby grow over the first year of their life is a fantastic experience for any parent. Help your expecting friends document their baby’s growth with an adorable photo blanket. The best photo blankets feature adorable hand-painted designs and are made with super soft muslin fabric. Never let your friends miss a lovely baby photo op again. Cotton Muslin Crib Sheets Soft, fitted cotton muslin crib sheets are a total must-have for parents with a newborn. They are breathable and super soft on the baby’s delicate skin. The best part is that the soft cotton muslin will only get softer with each wash—and they’re machine washable. Pick out an adorable design to match the nursery decor. Large Burp Cloths and Muslin Blankets Two things are undeniable about parenthood: There will always be messes, and there will always be snuggles. Get your friends supplies for both. A pack of large burp cloths is always a welcome addition, and soft muslin blankets are perfect for tummy time and cuddles. Just ensure that both of these supplies are made from the highest quality materials and feature beautiful designs. Your expecting friends will love any of these gift ideas. About Little Unicorn Throughout the ups and downs of parenthood, the magic and beauty live within all the little moments spent with your little ones. Little Unicorn makes the highest quality baby supplies you need in those early years of parenthood. Each product is rigorously tested to meet and exceed international safety standards, so you can sit back and enjoy all the beautiful moments with your baby. Little Unicorn is also a fantastic option if you’re looking for a showstopper baby shower gift that turns heads. You can find anything you need online with Little Unicorn, from fitted muslin crib sheets to sleep bags and muslin blankets. The hardest part is choosing your favorite hand-painted design. Embrace the beautiful, messy, and unforgettable moments of parenthood with Little Unicorn. Find adorable and functional baby supplies from the experts at https://littleunicorn.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3N4b3qx

[mlaurync]

Everyday I passed this exhibit I had to stop and stare through the windows. It is astonishing what a year at FIT in design can do for someone. Not only are the concepts innovative, the detail and stitches are perfect. I come from a background in textile and fashion design as I studied it four years prior to coming to FIT. As I learned a lot and I have created many things I am proud of, I was never taught design on this level. And frankly, I wish I was after seeing these works of art.

Muslin is an amazing thing. An inexpensive way to sample ideas, practice a manipulation, and make a sketch come to life. As you can see in the mood boards I had added, the students created mood and idea out of sample fabrics, sketches, and markings that hold about no color. To me, that is the challenge in this line of projects. How does one convey mood without color? You cannot trust red to show envy, or green to show grounded, but you have to find another way to let the consumer understand what it is you are trying to tell the world. This is where the understanding of stroke, font, and placement are extremely important in story telling and mood board creating.

It is so exciting to see the process of such amazing pieces of fashion that are groundbreaking in this industry. There are some strong competitors in this exhibit that I can see do great things in the industry years to come.

[annievrse]

ship's seamstress

roronoa zoro x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: as the sunny's seamstress, it's your job to make new clothes for the crew. so what happens when it's zoro's turn for his measurements? w/c: 1.4k c/w: (very) suggestive, flirting a/n: its cuffing season soon, after all. this is pure thirst.

"Alright! Zoro, it's your turn," Nami says, walking out of the stairs that lead under the ship.

Hiding his smug look, Zoro brushes past the navigator as he takes lazy steps down to your studio. The rest of the crew had their measurements taken for their new clothes, but Zoro stayed behind and insisted that he be the last one to do so.

The chatter of his crewmates fades to silence as the door closes, and he walks down the barren hallway, only the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. A familiar but restless feeling rises in his chest, one that can only be roused by you, and Zoro rubs at his sternum. He can hear you humming, something that only happens when you’re giddy, and the feeling in his chest grows tenfold.

Without knocking, the swordsman pushes the door open. Despite the red silks hanging from the curtain rod, the blue muslin draped on the hutch against the wall, and the chest of buttons that had spilled on the rug, Zoro's gaze zeros in on you like it always does.

You stand at your desk, your back to the door, different fabrics splayed over your workspace. Your hands move, calculating and purposefully as you pair colours and materials together.

"Don't think too hard about what to put me in," Zoro quips, shutting the door behind him. "I don't wear a shirt that much anyway."

The sound of his voice, paired with his words, warms your whole body. You turn around and lean against the desk, hands gripping the edge.

Tilting your head, your eyes scan his build. His thick biceps and broad chest make it hard to focus on the task at hand, and the look in his eye isn't helping either.

"Not sure my measuring tape will go the whole way around."

Zoro scoffs, dropping his head. "Were you like this with the rest of your clients today?"

"Only the annoying ones."

Rolling his eyes, Zoro steps before you, his knee slipping between your thighs. "You think everyone's annoying."

You shrug and reach behind you for the string. "Back up, big boy."

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Zoro reaches behind his neck and pulls the back of his shirt over his head. You refrain from glancing at his happy trail for too long.

But Zoro notices everything about you and stretches his arms out with a raised eyebrow. "Well?"

You blink. "Well, what?"

"Will it fit?"

There's a mischievous glint in his eye that excites you. Clearing your throat, you sigh. You're both on thin ice with the crew waiting impatiently for their clothes; who knows when they'd barge into your studio to get their hands on their goods.

"Maybe if your boobs weren't so big..."

"They're pecs." His eyes flicker to your chest, and he runs his hand over his hair, his earrings clinking together as he tilts his head slightly.

Ignoring him, you run the string through your fist and stretch it out.

Standing this close to Zoro will never fail to make your head spin and your breath shorten. His usual musky man smell engulfs you, and you swallow the dryness in your throat. Wrapping your arms around his back, your chest presses against him, the feeling all too familiar.

Shoving the thought to the back of your mind proves more problematic than anticipated, but nonetheless, you catch the other end of the string with your right hand and circle it around to his sternum.

Much to your chagrin, the ends of the string barely meet.

You can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Do you still need me here? Or do you have all my measurements memorised, pretty girl?"

Scoffing, you let go of the string and step back, meeting his piercing gaze with your own. "Shut up and sit down."

Raising his hands in faux surrender, Zoro smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

Turning back to your desk, you quickly get to work. You won't give Zoro the satisfaction of saying you did, in fact, already have his measurements retained, but what can you say? You're good at your job. It's definitely not from the countless hours you spend admiring him, watching him hone himself into a weapon, or pressing yourself against him whenever the moment arises.

It's definitely, only because you're a trained seamstress.

You round your desk and sit in the chair, pulling the machine closer to you. Shaking your head softly, you rid your mind of flashes of his sweaty abdomen and thick thighs. He'd invited you to watch his previous workout, cocky bastard.

With shaky hands, you narrowly miss putting your thumb through the sewing machine — you should've sent him away before you started thinking of him like this. And with him not 5 feet away, you're sure he can see what you're thinking.

But unbeknownst to you, Zoro watches you from across the room, his skin hot and mind full of thoughts of you, you, you. He sees you swallow thickly, and he shifts in his chair, the creak jolting you from your daze.

"What?" Zoro asked, his eyebrows furrowed at your surprise.

"Nothing," You squeak, running the sleeve hem through your sewing machine. "Just forgot you were there."

"Forgot, huh?"

Rolling your eyes, you ignore his cocky expression.

Instead of pushing you further, Zoro gets comfortable, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed. His eye follows your hands as you work, and all he can think about is your fingers wrapped around—

"Zo?"

Blinking, Zoro's head snaps up, and he fears you can hear what he's thinking. "Yeah?"

His unusual demeanour confuses you, but you stand from your chair and walk toward him, a black garment in your hands.

Your hands—

Zoro clears his throat and sniffs, looking everywhere but your fingers.

"Try this on."

It's not a question but a demand, and Zoro can feel his cocky facade slipping as he stands, muscles rippling as he rolls his shoulders back.

You hand the shirt over to him gingerly, hands clammy. Zoro smiles softly and takes it, tongue darting to wet his lips.

Zoro doesn't inspect it before he puts it on—he already knows it'll fit perfectly. The fabric is soft on his skin, and it's the right amount of tight.

A black long-sleeve that hugs his narrow waist and broad chest, his veiny forearms and thick biceps.

You have to refrain from squealing at the sight of him, and he knows it, too.

Zoro hums in approval, turning to the small mirror you have by the hutch to look over the shirt. He smirks at you through the mirror and you shake your head, a giggle leaving your lips at what you know he'll do next.

And if you had a berry for every time Zoro had purposefully flexed in front of you, you'd have enough to pay his bounty. So, when the fabric stretches just right to accommodate the pressure of his flexed bicep, you physically swoon, and Zoro laughs a laugh only reserved for you.

You walk toward him and place your hands on his waist. "Do you like it?"

Zoro rests one hand on the back of your head and the other on your neck.

"Silly question, pretty," He presses his lips to your hairline. "Thank you."

You close your eyes and bask in his strong embrace. "I—"

A sharp rip, followed by a gasp and a deep laugh, draws you from your stupor. Maybe he had gotten bigger.

"Turn," a shocked laugh leaves your lips, and you inspect the damage with your other hand covering your mouth. Shocked because you're surprised it happened this quickly.

Your fingers trace his spine, fingertips probing the raw edges of the fabric. As you do so, you calculate how much extra fabric to leave on the new shirt so this doesn't happen again.

Zoro tries to look over his shoulder. "Well, shit, that sucks."

"Terribly," You sigh absentmindedly, feeling goosebumps arise on his skin. "I wasn't aiming to boost your ego this fast."

Scoffing, Zoro turns back around. The shirt sits loosely around his shoulders but still tightly on his arms, and you can barely take it anymore.

"Take your shirt off."

Zoro inhales sharply, his eye narrowing. "Keep talkin' like that, and we're gonna have problems."

"Oh, yeah?" You smile. "Would you like new pants too?"

The swordsman looks to the ceiling and mumbles something incoherent. He lowers his head, and you can feel your chest tighten at his fiery gaze. "You're gonna kill me."

Shrugging with a smile, you begin cutting more material, leaving just enough allowance to get the desired look without the possibility of the shirt ripping (not that you're complaining).

[spidybaby]

We never go out of style

Summary: Pedri agrees to let you be his stylist for the day and change his wardrobe for the better.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: a little something because I know how much we loved the Mercier look for the party. He looked so good, and I couldn't help myself thinking about what it would be to help him change his style.

"Can I be your stylist today?" You ask Pedri

You notice how he's looking for an outfit for the reunion at Pablo's house. He loves a good blue jeans and some random t-shirt he has.

But you know he got some pr sent to him from the Brand Mercier, and you already made a few outfits in your head for him.

"I promise it will look good in the end." You smile.

He narrows his eyes to you, not sure about that. He knows you have an amazing style, but he's not the type to take a lot to get dressed.

"I'm not sure if I want to try a new style today, preciosa."

You pout, all your ideas for his outfit thrown down now that he declined your offer of styling his outfit.

"Can I at least give you a recommendation?" You ask. He nods, moving to let you pick something and showing it to him. "What about this?"

You grab some white muslin cargo pants, a plain black shirt, not too tight, not too loose. And pair it with his white D&G portofino sneakers.

"If you don't like it, I get it, but at least give it a try."

You go back to finishing your hair, letting him decide if he wants to wear the clothes you picked or if he wants to go with his own picks.

"Ready, preciosa?" He asks.

You turn, noticing how he's wearing the outfit you picked for him. You smile at him, loving how the outfit fits his aura.

"You picked my choice!"

He laughs at how excited you look. "I did, me veo bien?" (Do I look good?) He asks, posing for you.

"Muy guapo." You hug him, giving him a small peck. "Let's go, we don't want to be late."

When you two arrive at the reunion, Pedri gets a lot of compliments. Every room he enters, a compliment. Every person he greets, a compliment.

"Platanito." Ferran shakes him by the shoulders. "Joder! You got better at dressing yourself or what?" He jokes.

Pedri smiles, rolling his eyes at his friends tease. "I got myself a stylist." He laughs, turning to you.

"Finally!" Pablo says. "That person did an amazing job because this suits you."

You smile, not revealing you are the creator of his outfit. Letting him get all the compliments and the attention.

"Can you help me with my outfit?" He asks you from the closet. "Por favor."

You were watching a movie with him, but he got a call from his agent to go to a quick meeting with him and some other players that were represented by him.

"Si, let me pull you something together."

You take a few minutes to pick the right things. Not wanting to go out of his comfort zone but not wanting the skinny jeans to make a comeback.

"Do you have your blue sambas?"

"I do. I never thought I was going to wear them, but I think I was wrong."

"Put them on. It will make a difference with the outfit."

You let him finish his dressing on his own, walking to his bathroom and picking his favorite perfume.

"Let me spray you." You ask him, signaling him to open his arms so you sprayed his chest area. "That's it."

He smiles, taking a turn to show you his outfit, you smile at how confident and happy he looks.

"A model," you joke. Pecking him. "Go already, so you can come back quickly." You jokingly push him out of the room.

He got the same reactions he got at the party, everybody was telling him how amazing he looked.

How this new style fits him better than the skinny jeans, how it makes him look more mature and more presentable.

He was over the moon with how many people around him and even on the internet because Fer sent him some tweets he saw were praising him.

"I need your stylist number." Ferran says. "I want to update my closet."

He smirks. Nobody knew it was you because you let him have the shine and the praise. "You have her number already."

"Really?" Ferran sks, confused. "Is someone we met before?"

"It's Y/n." He confess.

Ferran was surprised. He praised how good you were at styling your outfits, but he never thought Pedri would agree to change his comfort style to experiment.

"Would you be mad if I ask her to help me with my style?"

Ferran is your friend, you two have a good relationship. But he asked pedri first because he didn't want things to get misinterpreted.

"Just don't copy my new style." He jokes. Hitting Ferran on the head. "Adiós, tiburón. See you at training."

Pedri drove back to his place. You were waiting for him there. He walks into his room, noticing you were playing on his iPad.

"I'm back, amor." He got closer, kissing your forehead.

"Hola!" You grab his cheeks. "How was your night?"

He taps his nose to yours, rubbing it in an Eskimo kiss. You love it when he does that. "I missed you." He kisses your nose and your cheek.

"Missed you too."

He hugs you, you wrap your arms around him and pushed him down with you. Making him lay down on top of you.

"Ferran asked me if it was true that I was the one who is behind your new style."

"Es un tonto." He laughs. "He wants you to help him too. But you're not allowed to give your best ideas to him, save those for me."

"You always get the best of me, guapo."

"As I should." He laughs, kissing you.

You love how confident Pedri has become since he decided to change his style for the better. He loves being praised.

"Pedri is so happy with you." Ferran says. "He's also so confident now. Love suits the two of you."

You blush at his words. You love hearing how Pedri is happy to be with you. Mostly because you are very happy to be with him.

"We are here, niña." Ferran parks in front of Pedri's house. He was standing in front of his door waiting for you. "Lover Boy waiting for his princess." He jokes. Making you laugh with him.

"Adiós, Ferran." You kiss his cheek goodbye. "Thank you for today, it was fun."

"Thank you, I love you for helping me. And don't worry, I will make it up to you."

You shake your head, opening the door and walking out of the car. "Adiós, Fer!"

He waved back again. "Adiós, Pedri." He shouts as he drives off.

You walk to the entrance of his house, he's waiting with open arms for you. "How was it, preciosa?"

"Mmm, kiss me first." You smile, grabbing his face and planting a kiss to his lips. "I love you so much."

He smiles into the kiss, he loves how your love language is physical touch. You are clingy in a good way. And he can't complain because he loves it as much as you do.

"It was so good, so fun." You say.

You helped Ferran with his closet renovation, helping him with the shopping and picking some outfits for the next games they have.

Pedri can't deny he felt a little jealous, not from Ferran in a bad way. But about how he ignored how much you loved doing styling jobs.

And he feels like the way you help his friend is to get him to a next fashion level. He's not a fashion icon, he's not Jules Koundé.

But he's ready to let you do what you asked him to do many times. He is going to let you change his style.

"And I got myself a bag." You lift the paper bag from the store. Showing off your purchase. "It was so much fun." You finish with the story of how your day with ferran was.

He warms dinner for you, you talk with him about his schedule, planning for a dinner date.

"Hey, are you free tomorrow?"

"I am." You say thinking. "Just need to pick my pills from the pharmacy. Why?"

He doesn't know how to ask, he feels weird because of all the times he declined your help, saying that he knew what his style was like.

"Want to go shopping with me?"

Your eyes light up, you were so happy he asked you that. "Si!" You smile like the Alice in Wonderland cat. "But first, we have to do a purge of your closet."

"Let's eat dinner and go do that."

You two talked about what kind of clothes he wanted to include into his style and what kind he wants to stop wearing.

"You are going to hate me." You say, walking with a box that you marked as "donations".

You place it on the floor in the middle of his walk-in closet. He rolls his eyes in a funny way. He knows this would be hard but he needs to.

"Preciosa, don't worry, you have full permission to do what you think is right."

You have a devious smile. Your eyes are already on his cut-off skinny jeans. He follows your gaze. Shaking his head and walking closer to the jeans.

"Give it." You order. "Now."

"But I wanted to take them for vacations."

You let him think you moved from them. Grabbing some Jean shorts, putting them into the box.

"Any jackets, mi amor?" You ask, making him turn.

You grab the jeans quietly and put them on the side of the box. He was picking two jackets that were not a fit for him.

"Seriously?" He asks, noticing the Jeans on the box. "Y/n!"

"I love you." You smile at him. Grabbing the jackets and putting them on top of his jeans. "Back off, Pedro."

"It's Pedriiiii." He laughs, making the i sound for long. "Repeat after me. Pe."

"Pe." You roll your eyes at him, smiling.

"Dri"

"Dri."

"Pedri." He smiles.

"Pedri!" You smile. "Pass me the t-shirts you want to let go of, Pedri."

"Mhm, that's better." He kisses the top of your head, handing you the clothes. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, and we can go to the mall early so we don't find that many people."

"Okay, Pedri." You joke with him.

"It's amor, for you." He pouts, kissing your lips.

"Turn around." You say, clapping your hands at the sight of him. "Joder, you look so good."

"You think so?" He asks, blushing a little. "Isn't this jacket too much?"

You walk over to him, fixing the necklace of the jacket and fixing his hair. "Look at yourself." You point at the mirror. He turns, eyes on yours. "Do you like how you look?"

"It's new to me because I never wore this type of style."

"But are you okay with the idea of wearing this? Do you feel uncomfortable?" You ask him, again.

"I don't, I like the way I look so much!"

You smile, giving him more options. "You look amazing, Pepi." You say. "The last few clothes."

He nods, walking fast to the fitting room. He changed again, walking out for you to see him. "That's amazing, my boyfriend is a piece of cake." You take pictures of him to show him how good he looks on photos.

"Thank you for doing this with me, I love you for always having time for me and for always making me feel good in everything I want to wear."

"Don't thank me, I'll be there for you no matter how atrocious your outfits are." You pitch his cheeks, making him laugh. "No, really. I'm here for you, always."

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[keikikait]

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader (both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 3.3k

summary: steve recently got a new camera for his birthday, and can only think about one thing he wants to film

warnings: SMUT 18+!, a lil fluffy, being filmed, i wasn't alive in the 80's so i might get stuff wrong, slight dom!steve, slight sub!reader, oral (f receiving - steve's a munch argue with the wall), this is literally just steve being a munch. not proofread

a note: my first ever fic for stranger things!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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“No, lemme see - I wanna see it!”

You pry the camera out of Steve’s hands, clutching it. You admire the camera, a Sony CCDTRV118 Hi8 Camcorder, careful not to smear any fingerprints across the lens. You giggle as he grumbles, trying to grab the camera back. “Your parents really shelled out this year, Stevie.”

Steve snatches the camera out of your hands, ignoring your protest, and puts the lens cap back on. “It was the only thing I asked for. It came with a deck to record tapes, too. They’ve been holding it over my head all week.”

Your eyes widen, knowing how expensive those can get. You’ve never had one yourself, just seeing them on the shelves of Sears before finally seeing one today up close and personal. “Damn. You're going to have a hell of a time repaying them.”

Steve shrugs. “Eh. I'll just record my baby cousin's christening next week and they'll drop it.”

You move to sit down on his bed, cross-legged, playing with the frills on the hem of your white socks. The window was open, a necessity for the hot summer you were caught in the midst of. The first cool breeze of the evening swept into Steve's room, carrying with it the scent of hot air and the oak trees planted around the Harrington property. The curtains, a soft blue muslin, floated gently in the breeze. “Did you only invite me over to show me your new camera?”

Steve grins, setting the camera down on his desk. “That...and I wanted to ask you something.”

You tilt your head in confusion, a soft smile on your face as you admire him. Freshly showered, hair still slightly damp, in a loose-fitting dark blue t-shirt and a black pair of jeans, no doubt from Eddie’s influence. “Yeah?”

Steve moves towards you and pushes on your shoulders, laying you down on your back. He crawls on top of you, pressing his hips into yours. “Yeah. I was thinking...how would you feel if we filmed a movie together? Hmm?” He brushes some hair out of your face. 

You bite your lip, sliding your hands under his t-shirt, brushing your hands over his back.  His skin is so warm and so soft, and you feel yourself melting. “What kinda movie?”

“Oh, the good kind.” He whispers before kissing you, his lips pressing firmly against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and making you shiver. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you up against him.

You giggle, kissing him back. You get momentarily lost in the way he tastes and the feel of his lips before you pull away to speak, “Are you asking me to make a porno?”

“A home movie,” Steve corrects, a sly grin on his face. “Totally not the same thing, baby. It’s not a porno if it’ll only be seen by us.”

You giggle, moving one of your hands to his hair, running your fingers through it. “You wanna make me a pornstar?”

“You wouldn't be the star of the movie; I would be.” He pauses mid-kiss to grin at you. “Think of it more like…” He pauses again, searching for words. “Like, a...a feature film starring me and...and a really hot co-star.”

“And what’s in it for me?” You ask, playing along.

“I can think of a few things.” He grins. “A starring role in someone's wildest fantasy, for one. A spot in a home movie that'll be around forever for the people who make it...it could be a classic.”

“Hmm, right, right.” You say, kissing him on the lips again. 

“Think of the bragging rights!” He laughs quietly against your lips. “It could be your claim to fame. Your legacy.”

“Ah, yes, my legacy,” You say. “The girl that got railed by Steve Harrington as he taped the whole thing.”

He leans back, pretending to be offended. “You know, now that you put it like that it doesn't sound so romantic.”

“Oh, it’s supposed to be romantic?” You chuckle.

“Are you telling me you don't think I'm a romantic guy?” His grin widens. “That's kind of hurtful. I thought I was being smooth.”

“Smooth like crunchy peanut butter.”

Steve groans in mock pain, pulling you to his chest as he rolls onto his side. You laugh, and he finds it adorable, holding you close as he sticks his tongue out and pretends to die from your insult.

After a few seconds, he looks at you. “I’m serious, ya know. I wanna make a lil movie with you. I wouldn’t share it anywhere, it would just be for us to watch.”

You smile softly, looking over at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I really do.” He moves some of your hair aside, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment. “It'll be...our own little thing. Something to keep to ourselves.”

You bite your lip. “Then let’s do it.”

"There's the enthusiasm I was looking for." He laughs breathlessly, leaning down to kiss your neck. His teeth rake against the skin, biting and sucking at the sensitive area as he moves his hands up your shirt. He moves his face up to kiss you, his kisses turn from slow and sweet to almost desperate, as if he was afraid he wouldn’t get another kiss again. His hand grips at your waist, and you shiver under his touch. "You are so beautiful. You know that, right? God, I'm so damn lucky."

You giggle, pulling his shirt over his head. “You’re one to talk.”

Steve chuckles, lifting his back so you can pull the shirt off and toss it on the floor next to the bed. "I get that a lot." His hands move to your lower back, toying with the hem of your shirt as he presses you to him. He kisses at your jaw, a mischievous smile on his face as his fingers dance along your skin, sliding up your back. He pauses speaking again, "You know what, let's keep it even." In one quick motion, he slides your shirt off your body, tossing it somewhere in his room. He stares at your bare chest for a moment, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Much better.”

He greedily slides his hands over your tits as you squirm, slowly getting more and more desperate. A thin veil of sweat covers your body, your least favourite thing about the summertime, but he doesn’t mind. Steve bites back a moan as he roughly squeezes your tits, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches deliciously and he grins, squeezing your nipples hard.

Steve's hands start wandering all along your body. They're warm against your bare skin, and his touch feels almost electric whenever he moves to touch something new. His fingers brush along your hip, tracing the waistband of your shorts while his breaths become heavier. He whispers your name, almost in a plea as he looks down at you, like the sight of you is the most beautiful thing in the world. "God, you drive me crazy, you know that?"

You blush. “Theres no need to butter me up, Steve. I’m already in your bed topless.”

He laughs breathlessly. "Can't help it. Every time I look at you I just wanna...worship you." His fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly. "You drive me goddamn crazy. I don't deserve someone as beautiful as you."

Your heart flutters. “You deserve the world, Stevie.”

It's his turn to blush now, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks as he looks away. "God, you really don't know what you're doing to me, do you?" His thumb brushes over your hip bone, the cool metal of the ring on his right thumb contrasting with the heat of his skin. You and Steve have matching rings, yours sitting neatly on your left middle finger. "You're gonna be the death of me, baby.”

You grin mischievously. “Not doin’ anything.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head as he continues his work in removing your skirt. "Sure you aren't, brat." There's a fondness to his voice as he speaks, and you smile in return. Steve leans down to kiss your cheek before moving to your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. He plants soft kisses in every spot he can reach, admiring your body all the while. He reaches your lower stomach, kissing just above the hem of your underwear. His hands find your hips, and he glances up at you. "You're perfect.”

He slides his fingers under your underwear when you remember. “Wait, we’re supposed to be filming.” Your voice is breathy, clouded and suffocated by lust and desire.

His hands stop for a moment, eyes widening slightly as he realizes too late. "Right." Slowly, he pulls his head up, sitting to look at you. "Where did I put that…oh, for crying out loud - “ He leans across you to grab the camera off his desk, a light laugh in his voice like he can't believe he forgot. He attaches the camera to the deck, putting in a blank VHS tape. The red light on the camera blinks and Steve turns on the deck to capture the playback. ”I guess we're doing a re-take.”

The red light suddenly makes it all feel real. You shift on the bed as he props it up, shooting directly in between your legs. You feel yourself getting hot and your mouth dries. “Make sure to get my good side.”

A smile forms on his face as he adjusts the camera. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get plenty of good angles. But that’s not for me to say, that’s for us to get all sorts of opinions on…” He takes a glance at your half naked body, pausing. “Damn.”

You suddenly feel shy, shifting on the bed. “What?”

“You’re literally perfect, and all mine,” he says, his words thick against the sound of the deck whirring. He starts unbuttoning his jeans, shimmying out of them before he lays back down on top of you. “This is all mine to worship, hm?” His thumb hooks into the thin hem of your underwear, tugging it down.

You nod, your legs opening even wider as he pulls your underwear off. Thank god you trimmed yourself up this morning. “All yours.”

"God, you're amazing." He gently squeezes your hip, smiling as he presses hot kisses onto your stomach, and gradually lower and lower. "Absolutely perfect. You're killing me, baby." The camera is recording it all, but Steve doesn't care about that. He gently pushes your legs apart to settle in between them, and he lets out a quiet groan at the sight.

You let out a soft whine, almost bucking your hips in his face. “Steve…”

"I know, baby," he purrs, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you still. "We'll get to it. Just let me appreciate this." You feel his breath against your skin, warm and sending an electricity through your body. He rubs his thumb over your entrance, gathering some of your wetness before spreading it all over, rubbing your clit in soft circles. Slowly, he presses a kiss against your sensitive heat, and he groans softly, his breath coming in quiet gasps through his nose.

You shiver, your hips bucking, another soft whine tumbling from your mouth.

You feel him smile against you, one of his hands sliding up your thigh, and he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. He chuckles, "Someone's getting impatient, hmm?"

You can only imagine the footage the camera is capturing.

He puts your legs on his shoulders, spreading your pussy out with his fingers. "Stay still for me," he coos, his breaths coming out heavy against your skin, "there we go..." He runs his tongue up your slit, relishing the whine that comes from you as your thighs try to squeeze around him. He holds you down gently but firmly, letting his eyes close as he savors the taste.

You try your hardest to stay still, gripping the bedsheets tight. His soft hair brushes against your thighs and it makes you shiver, goosebumps littering your body as he moves his tongue from side to side. He takes his time with you, his tongue slowly licking and circling to draw out the most noise from you that he can. He lets out a groan as you whine and mewl, and it's hard not to let his hips press into the bed. His fingers are hot against your thighs, his touch light at first, and then pressing hard enough to keep you from writhing in his grasp.

"Good girl." His teeth graze your skin, and it's enough to make you gasp. His kisses start getting more desperate, and he gives another long swipe across your heat before he decides to focus on your sensitive bundle of nerves. In an instant you feel his tongue against it, and his groan vibrates against you as he holds you steadily in place. “Is that good, baby?”

You nod, struggling to find your voice in the moans and pants.

“Words, baby.” Steve says, blowing air directly on your clit.

You whimper. “Feels so fucking good, Stevie.”

He hums in appreciation. "You're pretty enough to be a goddess. A muse," he murmurs against you, his tongue moving in slow circles now, "and you're all mine." His voice is breathless, his moans almost too much for the microphone to pick up, and he starts to move his tongue in faster circles, drawing mewls and whines from you. Between desperate whines, you could barely make out moans of his name in your haze, your hips trying and failing to jerk against him. "My pretty baby, all mine.”

You gasp and whine. “Fuck, all yours!”

He's relentless against you, almost too much and not enough all at once. His hands grip harder at your thighs, his tongue working in dizzying circles. His grunts and groans vibrate against you, and he glances up at you for a moment, the sight of you a beautiful mess. "So pretty, baby." He doesn't slow his motions, not giving you a chance to recover, and you can feel that he's getting hungry for you. You can hear the sounds of the camera capturing everything, the whirling and clicking as it records it all.

“You’re doing so good, baby. My good girl,” he coos, pausing to gasp between the praise. He switches to small, short strokes as he moans against you, his tongue hitting your sensitive bundle perfectly each time. Every noise he makes seems to excite you, pushing you closer and closer to your edge.

Your hips buck against his face, your clit bumping against his nose.

“That’s it, baby.” Steve’s voice is low and thick with a mix of desire and lust. His tongue flicks against you, bringing out whines with each stroke. His grip on your thighs is tight but careful, his nails pressing into your skin just a little too hard to be unintentional. It’s obvious that he loves this, the taste of you and the sound of your moans are his favourite, and he would never get enough of it. It's the thing that drives him crazy, the thing that makes his mind blank and his body run hot.

Your moans get louder, your head leaning back into the pillow. Steve groans against you, his tongue moving in short, fast circles as he presses his hips into the bed to try and get some friction. His breathing becomes more erratic with each moan from you, and the sounds of licking and panting get louder within the room. His hands grip your hips, his mouth growing hungry as he picks up the pace. “God, the sounds you make…”

You let out a shaky gasp, your thighs clenching around his head.

He moans loudly in response, his mouth moving with fervor as he feels your thighs clench around him. The sounds of the wet, needy movements only grow louder as his tongue hits every sensitive nerve of your clit as it slides against you. “God, baby. I love you. I love you so much.” Steve's groan is breathless as he presses closer, his tongue moving in sloppy, desperate circles now. He wants more.

You squirm and shake when he slides a finger into your cunt, sliding his thumb up and down your slit. His body presses further into the bed as his fingers slide into you without warning. You moan as your back arches off the bed, your whine going up an octave and your body trembling as he works his fingers in time with his tongue. “My beautiful girl. All mine.”

You pant, your hips bucking into his face.

His free hand grips your hip to keep you from writhing away as he works you up as fast as he can. He slides another finger into your cunt, chuckling at the way you shake. “Can’t help myself, baby. So pretty, so sweet. I could do this forever if you’d let me.”

You reach down and run your fingers through his hair. “Cl-close, Stevie!” Your whole body feels hot, legs shaking every single time he sucks on your clit.

“I know, I know,” he coos, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “But you need permission.” You whine loudly in response, trying to press your clit into his thumb even harder. He moves his thumb in small, tight circles against you. “I wanna hear you ask for it, baby. Ask me like a good girl.”

His fingers move in and out of you, curling with each movement to draw out more whines and whimpers. “You want that, baby?” You nod desperately in response, your back arching slightly. His voice sounds like his mind was being reduced to nothing but you, only you. “Then beg for it. Ask nicely. Beg.”

The words tumble out of your mouth. “Please! Please Stevie! Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl!” You sound so desperate and Steve laps it up.

Steve lets out a groan as his breath catches in his throat, his body pressing into the bed at your words. He lets out a low laugh. “So pretty…good girl.” He shifts your hips slightly, angling you towards the camera. His fingers speed up once more inside of you. “That’s it baby, cum for me. You’ve been so good, it’s okay. Cum for me. Let the camera see you cum…”

You cum hard, your hips lifting off of the bed. Your moans fill the air alongside the clicks and the whirring of the camera. He works you through it, his fingers and thumb drawing out every possible second of your high as you squirm. He groans as he sees a stream of wetness dribble out of you, forming a puddle under your thighs. He takes one last swipe with his tongue, sucking at your sensitive nerves one last time before lifting himself up to look at you. You already look wrecked, just how Steve likes you. “You okay, baby?”

After a few seconds you nod, your head feeling floaty.

He chuckles as he watches the rise and fall of your chest slow down. He gives a final kiss to your clit before crawling up to you, leaning down to kiss you. “God, you’re amazing.” As soon as his lips touch yours, you taste yourself on his tongue, and he chuckles as you recoil slightly. “Come here.” Steve pulls you close to his chest, his kisses becoming less frenzied and more soft and sweet.

After a few seconds he pulls away, looking back at the camera. “Do you wanna keep going?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. Steve grins, pushing you onto your back once again. “Good. You’re such a good girl, all nice and ready for my cock.”

You let out another moan as he pulls his underwear down, making sure to look right into the lens as your home video continues.

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[artschoolglasses]

Muslin dress with silk taffeta embroidered with silver, American (possibly), 1795-1800

From the Museum at FIT

[whimsicalpolitical]

Distraction // Matty Healy x Reader

a/n: I can’t believe he’s actually so fucking hot. FERAL for Matthew Timothy Healy

summary: you’re staying at a hotel with matty in Leeds and he has tons of work to do, it’s not your problem he’s distracting you with his good looks

content warning: 18+MDNI, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, p in v (unprotected), d-word, begging

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You turn over, expecting to see Matty beside you, but the bed is empty. You sit up, ruffling your hair and letting your feet dangle off the edge of the bed for a moment.

The sunlight streams through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room, casting a golden glow across the plush carpet. This is easily the largest and most luxurious hotel you had ever stayed in. You stretch, savoring the softness of the high-thread-count sheets, and glance at the clock on the nightstand. 10:00 AM.

With a soft sigh, you slide out of bed, your bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. You pad across the room, the remnants of sleep still clinging to you as you enter the bathroom.

You turn on the shower, adjusting the water until it is just the right temperature.

After a long, relaxing shower, you wrap yourself in one of the plush towels, its softness a gentle hug. You take your time with your morning routine, relishing the unhurried pace. Skincare, a light touch of makeup, and a quick brush through your hair leaves you feeling refreshed and ready to face the day.

It’s a hot summer day, you decide to wear your favorite white and oversized muslin blouse with a pair of shorts, not visible because the blouse is covering your upper thighs.

You walk back into the bedroom, on your way to see Matty and maybe convince him to have breakfast with you.

You reach the door to the very large living room area, where Matty is mostly working. You’re very sure he’s sitting in there, doing some kind of work.

Your heart drops at the sight of him. Luckily he doesn’t hear you standing at the doorway, this way you can admire him some more.

He’s manspreading on the couch, intensely focused on signing some photographs.

It’s the all black suit that does it for you. You could shower all over again, feeling too hot staring at him. He’s wearing a sleek, tailored black blazer. The sharp lines and perfect fit adding a sophisticated touch.

Underneath he’s wearing a white tanktop, the cut is low around his neck, the tattoo for his nana peaking out.

Your eyes trail down his chest to his pants, black trousers well-fitting. They’re hugging his thighs, and oh well, the times you spent grinding on them are flashing through your mind.

He’s hot- it is all almost too much to handle. A mischievous smile tugs at your lips as you decide to get a little closer, meanwhile you try to ignore the feeling of your already damp panties.

He finally notices your silhouette, “morning love,” he lays the pen down in front of him, reaching out to you as you gently slide into his lap sideways, resting your feet between his thighs. His hands are instinctively finding your waist.

“Missed you in bed,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hums, moving his lips to give you a quick kiss but you deepen the kiss, your hand finding it’s way to the back of his head, pressing his lips eagerly against yours. “Missed me a lot I see.”

He pulls back and misses the pout that forms on your lips, “have breakfast with me?”

“Can’t, have to finish these,” you roll your eyes as he nods towards the pieces of paper.

“Work is all you’ve been thinking about these past days, enjoy this insane hotel with me.” A hint of frustration lingers in your voice.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your chest, “not true. I think about you plenty.” He gives you a pathetic kiss on your cheek, “besides s’ just another hotel, what are you on about?”

“This is hotel is insane, how can you play it cool.”

“I’m not here for the hotel, love, s’ easy.”

Before he can grab the pen again to sign some more you pull it out of his hand and lift your hand into the air. “Haven’t even told me if I’m pretty today.”

He raises his eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Apologies from my side,” he tilts his head a bit, “you look very pretty today, thought I don’t have to tell you every minute.” You huff out loud, not thinking he’s serious.

“You have to tell me every day Matty,” you fumble with his white tank top, “I tell you how hot you look everyday, don’t I?”

He chuckles, “you do look absolutely stunning, forgive me?” His brown eyes soften but he’s still teasing and you’re afraid he feels your wetness on his thigh, his teasing tone always impacting you. “Care to give me my pen back?”

You throw it across the room, shaking your head, “take a break,” the suggestive tone in your voice can’t be overheard and Matty gets it now.

“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” His hands land on your thigh, beneath your blouse, squeezing the flesh making you squirm. “Told you yesterday I have work to do.”

You remember last night, riding him on the balcony while he was smoking one cigarette after another and taking you in the shower, making sure you’re pleased enough for the weekend. But you’re not. You’re never pleased enough with him looking like that. You already miss the feeling of his fingers between your thighs.

“It’s your fault,” you scoff and his eyes widen, “can’t expect me to sit still when you look like that.” Your finger trails down his chest but before you reach his lower stomach area he grabs your hand.

“You make it seem like I’m sitting here with my fucking dick out,” he scoffs, “behave.”

“I wish,” that earns you a smack to your thigh.

“Can’t do anything properly with you here.” He tries to pull you off of his lap but it just ends with your leg going over his lap, sitting down the right way, facing him.

“15 minute break Matty, c’mon,” you plead, trying to grind down on him but he knows you too well, gripping your hips so hard you can’t move at all.

“Later baby,” your bottom lips juts out but his thumb is quick to remove the pout. “Get yourself off or some shit f’ you’re this horny.”

He’s being mean but you definitely won’t give up because the burning in your lower belly gets increasingly worse the more Matty talks and touches you. You always get what you want, it’s Matty’s own fault that you’re this spoiled.

You’re not unfamiliar with his big ego when it comes to work. You’re willing to tease him as much as he teases you until he finally gives you what you want.

You pout again, smiling when he rolls his eyes. His grip loosens on your hips and you take your chance to grind your hips one time, whining when he stills your hips again. He hisses, “unbelievable, did you not listen to a word I have said?”

“Please Matty, you have the whole day doing this shit,” your hands rest on his shoulder, trying to persuade him with you touch.

“No, I actually do have a tight schedule,” his hand disappears in his pocket, pulling out another pen, “can’t neglect my work just because you’re up for havin’ a fuck.”

You try to snatch the pen again but he’s rolling you off his lap, signing another card. He’s playing dirty.

You scoot next to him closer, just sitting next to him until your hand finds his inner thigh. He gives you a quick glance but he doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t you want to please your girl? Make her feel good?” He groans at your words. He does. If he could he would make you feel good every time you’d say so and sometimes it ends with him having to bend you over in a bathroom or at the back of a hall.

“You’re a beg, love,” he finally turns to you, “can’t stand when you’re a beg.”

“M’ not,” you know it’s a lie.

“No? Just want to get off then?” You nod and he laughs. Like actually laughs at you. “Too bad.”

You have to change your strategy then.

“So you don’t think I’m pretty right now,” you huff, “unbelievable.”

You cross your arms and try to stand up but Matty grabs your chin. “You’re joking right?” He takes your hand and leads it to his crotch, he’s not fully hard yet but he’s definitely getting there. “You’re fucking gorgeous, love. All the time.”

“Then why won’t you just fuck me?” You sit on his lap. Again, because you love this place, you’re born for it. “Please Matty, only 15 minutes.”

“15 minutes?” He asks and you nod, “s’ never going to be just 15 minutes, don’t act like you’d ever hold your bargain.”

“I will this time, please matty,” you lean closer to his ear, “please matty.” You nibble at his ear slowly and bite your way down to his neck. “C’mon daddy.”

“Fuck off with that,” he groans as you keep kissing him. You don’t usually call him that because he says he’s not fucking with that but you felt him getting harder right then and there. “You’re fucking needy.”

Matty clicks his tongue and has his hand running through his hair while you’re still sucking marks into his neck. “Christ-“ he lost because you’re grinding yourself down onto him and he’s not gripping your hips to stop. You grin into his neck.

“You look so fucking hot Matty,” you whine, feeling his bulge perfectly rubbing at your clit. “Fucking love you.”

He laughs, standing up and you get the hint, wrapping your legs around him. “Flatterin’ me much today? Don’t have to give me shit anymore, I’m gonna fuck you.”

He’s walking into the bedroom with you, hands on your ass, until he’s throwing you onto the bed. He’s removing his jacket and his tank top before hovering over you again.

Matty kisses you, desperation in every move he makes. You run your hand through his hair. Messy as it’s filled with gel. You feel him slide his hand up your blouse and it sends a shudder down your spine. His hand is calloused, rough, but touches you with a sweet gentleness that makes you swoon. His hand reaches your breast, cups it, squeezes like he needs to get his fill. “Want you Matty.”

“Know you do, want me all the time,” he opens all the buttons and slips it off of you, throwing the piece of clothing around the room. “Drives me insane,” next thing which is on the floor is your bra. His mouth immediately latches on to your nipple, pinching the other one with his finger, switching after a while.

“Touch me, please,” You’re begging so sweetly for him today.

“Already am,” he states, kissing down your belly, finally reaching those thin shorts. “Am I touching you wrong?” He teasingly asks but he always wants a serious answer from you.

You shake your head. “Just- touch me here,” you take his hand and slowly trace it to your clothed core. He rubs slow circles on your clit, trying to drive you against a wall with how slow he is. “Here’s good huh?”

“Matty-“ you whine, trying to tell him to take your shorts off because you’re getting frustrated and you don’t even need foreplay anymore.

He slides the shorts and your panties down your legs and also throw them across the room. “Fuckin’ hell, love,” you feel his mouth lapping on the inside of your thigh, “you’re dripping down your thighs.”

You feel his breath on your center, and the minute his tongue touches you, you let out a moan. He works his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal dripping down his mouth. You grip the headboard and rock yourself down on his tongue while he continues to lap on your pussy without any care for the mess you made. You are wet and sloppy as his tongue moves in and out of you, up and down your folds while also sucking on your swollen clit.

“F-fuck Matty,” you moan, looking down at where you can see the top of his face, his eyes closed as he groans on your flesh, wrapping his arm around your thighs while never stopping stroking your wetness with his tongue. He holds you tight, keeping you in place, and there is nothing else you can do but buck your hips as you run your hands through his hair and tug on the strands, receiving a deep, rough yet excited groan from him.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, you exhale his name, not being able to find the words or the breath in you to speak as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. He flicks his tongue over your clit a few times before gathering up your juices and circling back to the swollen bud, massaging your flesh with the flat of his tongue. You feel the bliss swelling inside your body. You know you won’t last much longer.

“I’m gonna-,” you’re cut off by your own moan, you feel the warmth from between your legs surge through your whole body. Your walls tighten as you keep rocking your hips against him, whimpering, moaning, crying out that you are coming. You shiver and tremble above him, tossing your head back, gripping his hair even tighter, and pressing your thighs together around his head.

After licking up all your juices he comes up to give you a kiss, he slides his tongue into your mouth and you moan at the taste of yourself. “What do you say?”

“Thank you daddy,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around him, a whine slipping from your lips as he slaps your core.

“Told you to quit that,” you grin at his reaction, rolling him to his back, so you can straddle him.

He’s unbelievable hard in his pants, in his black fucking suit pants. You don’t waist anytime to open them and dive your hand into his pants, feeling his cock through his boxers.

“So hot,” you say again, pulling his pants and boxers down.

His hips are jutting up into your hand when your hand is finally wrapping around his rock hard cock.

Matty’s head falls back in a loud moan as you finally start to move your hand on his cock. You rub your thumb over the tip, it doesn’t take long for his thighs to start shaking and his hands gripping your hand.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he says, changing positions with you again, you on your back, “s’ what you begged for.”

He comes up to kiss you and you can’t process anything when he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know. 

“You’re so good fuck-“ Matty croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head drops to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. “You’re so sensitive today.”

Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way. 

“You look gorgeous as ever ‘round my cock,” he groans, looking down at your pussy and the way it’s sucking him inside, encouraging him to go deeper.

“Please,” you beg again, and he knows what you need. He’s reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 

You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans, not wanting the hotel to hear you, which is ironic ‘cause last night wasn’t quieter at all.

No words are exchanged between the two of you as you are near the finish line, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Matty and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes. 

You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. “Satisfied now?”

You nod, pulling him in for a long kiss, “thank you.”

“Not for that,” he speaks softly, pulling out of you and you whine at the loss of his warmth. “S’ my favorite activity.”

He lays down next to you, your head finding his chest immediately. “Sorry for the distraction.” You don’t mean that but you want him to know you do care if you’re the reason he can’t work.

“C’mon now, you’re a brat and you regret it now?” He has a boyish grin on his face, “I can tell you off ‘f I want to, I just- never want to.”

He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you. “Have to work in 10 minutes, that alright?”

You nod and say ‘yes’ because you know you’ll be asleep again in less than 10 minutes and he knows it as well.