what a shame

You sigh, feeling content as you’re sleepily watching your favorite show together, he’s got his arms wrapped around you, the front of his body pressing into the back of yours.

“Don’t want to get up, baby,” Matty whispers into your hair, voice thick with exhaustion and annoyance. “Shouldn’t have let me drink so much, gotta piss every ten minutes for fucks’ sake.”

You subconsciously roll your ass back onto him, arching your back. “Gotta stay hydrated, baby. Don’t get up yet,” you quietly plead. You feel him twitch under his gym shorts as you wiggle your hips back and forth.

“Thought you were tired, darling,” Matty bucks his hips into you, digging his fingers into your hip, pulling you back into him.

“Am tired,” you lie. “Just want more cuddles with my boyfriend, d’you mind?” You tease, feeling him harden against you. You turn around to face him and rub your thumb along his cheek, parting his legs with your knee.

“Do you want me to piss my pants?” Matty asks, searching your eyes for something. You squeeze your thighs together and oh, he notices. He smiles, tongue running along his bottom lip as he nods his head. “You want me to make a big fuckin’ mess on this bed, don’t you, love?”

You feel your cheeks heat up as your hands find the hem of his shorts, his skin hot against your fingers.

“Knew you were a dirty girl but this, love, you’re something else,” Matty mutters, breath hitching as you move your knee, pressing up into him.

“What’re you on about? I never agreed, you know,” you say matter of factly, but he knew you were full of shit. You move your hand under his waistband and cup him, half hard in your hand.

“You can’t fool me, sweetheart, you know that.”

And it was true, you couldn’t.

He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. “Y’can tell me no, if you want. But I think you want me to. Just want to give my girl what she wants.”

You shudder, hearing him hiss as you squeeze his balls. “How much longer y’think you can hold it?” You breathe, filthy smirk on your lips as you watch his jaw clench.

He lets out a whine, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the desperation in his voice. “Fuck- not much longer,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Oh no,” you say with a pout, squeezing his dick again. His hips jump forward. “S’ok baby, you can let it go if you need to.” Mattys eyes flutter closed and she shakes his head in disbelief. “Filthy fuckin’ girl, love you s’much,” he mutters as he pushes you into the mattress, climbing on top of you and settling between your legs. His arms are on either side of your head, he puts his weight on one while he peels off his shorts with his other hand.

You run your hands along his bare chest, brushing his nipples, causing him to inhale sharply. His head hangs down to look at where you two meet, hair that was previously gelled back stuck up in every direction. “S’gonna be a lot, angel. Are you sure about this?” He asks, and you nod frantically, bucking up your hips to get any sort of friction. “Fuckin’ hell. Okay love, take these off, yeah?” He leans back on his haunches and you lift your hips to help him peel off your underwear. He tosses them to the floor.

“Can’t hold it any more, fuck-“ Matty whines, pleasure pooling in your belly as you watch a dark patch form on his boxer briefs, and then you feel it. He lets out a hiss, and you’re not sure where to look, at his face- his eyebrows pinched together, mouth slightly agape as he watches himself go, he can’t help but to grind against your cunt. “Shit, Matty, so fuckin’ hot,” you whimper, scratching down his chest. “S’good angel,” he says shakily, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as the warmth spreads into your bare cunt, dripping down into the mattress. The friction of the wet fabric against your clit felt delicious. You watch in disbelief, savoring the little moans Matty gives you as he empties himself. He grinds into you, you can feel his dick harden as he does. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as he pulls down his underwear, a pool of piss falling from them with a lewd splash.

You snake your hand down to rub your clit, the wetness covering your cunt and your thighs. Matty watches, in a daze. He shakes the excess off his dick onto your fingers, “fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward.

“Wanna taste you,” you choke out, arching your back off the bed and he brings down his hand to smack your wet cunt, eliciting a loud, sad whimper from your throat.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” Matty cocks his head at you, growing hard in his hand as he strokes himself. You ought to be ashamed, should be disgusted but you aren’t. “No, daddy. Want you all over me,” you groan, cunt clenching around nothing and he just watches you, soaked and hot and squirming for his touch.

He smirks, crowding you against the wall and taking a handful of your ass. “Out here? Dirty, dirty girl,” he grins. 

You shake your head, the brick grating against your back, and sling your arms over his shoulder. “So needy,” you murmur against his lips. “Wanna fuck me here, huh? Wanna have me on your cock for the world to see?” His eyes blow wide, the fantasy playing out plainly on his face. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you echo, leading him back into your room.

Your lips crash together, hot and slick and messy as you stumble to the bed, fingers fumbling with the buttons and buckles of his clothes until he’s gorgeously naked against you. You wrap a hand around his dripping cock, pumping it slowly and savouring his low moan. George’s warm hand slides up your back to unhook your bra, groaning as you press your bare chest against his. His hand creeps up to grab a handful of your tit, flesh spilling out over his fingers as they splay over your skin.

His cock presses insistently against your clothed cunt, your body begging for him; arousal pools in your belly and drips between your thighs. Tipping your head back invitingly, you roll your hips against his with a moan. He drops his head to mouth at your pulse point, littering your neck with bruising kisses, dull points of pain melting into desire that throbs sickly in your belly.

You slip out of your panties and climb onto the bed, kneeling to show off your dripping cunt. His hungry gaze burns into your skin as he strokes the flesh of your ass, then delivers an unexpected, stinging slap. Sweet pleasure-pain ripples through you, hips bucking and desperate cunt clenching around nothing. “Come on, George, please,” you moan. His cock presses insistently against your entrance, hot and hard between your legs. “Fuck me,” you whine, desperation flooding your senses.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, bending down to kiss softly at your back. His calloused fingers brush at your clit, slow circles sending waves of pleasure spilling over you. “You moan so pretty, baby.”

He lines his cock up with your hole, filling you in one fluid movement. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you gasp, clenching your cunt around him as he fucks into you at a glorious pace. Ecstasy floods your body, delicious pressure building between your legs as his fingers work over your clit and his hips slam against yours.

“Love this sweet cunt so much, angel,” George murmurs, drool pooling in your mouth as your hands fist in the sheets. A string of moans falls from your lips, pitchy and breathless and wanton, his pace glorious torture that you want to drown in.

Your door opens. The soft click is impossibly loud, somehow audible above the obscene sounds filling your room. “Hey, love, have you seen–” The sentence ends abruptly with a choked-off gasp. Matty stands frozen in your doorway, jaw slack and eyes darting around as if he doesn’t know where to look. George stills behind you, blunt nails digging tensely into your hips, the pain still sweet enough to cloud your mind.

Matty’s gaze has landed on you, weighted with heat, neither of you able to tear your gaze from the other. You watch him swallow thickly, watch his thoughts race temptingly across his face, the expression he wears some tantalising mix of lust and horror. A smile plays on your lips, the shock fading as a flicker of a thought roots into a fantasy in your desire-slick mind.

Matty starts to turn away, stammering out a mortified apology before you call out his name. “Mat-ty,” you repeat, sing-song. You look over your shoulder at George, eyes wide with faux-innocence. “You don’t mind if he joins us, do you?” you ask, batting your eyelashes and clenching your cunt around him. Still semi-frozen, George shakes his head mutely. “No? Good. God, I think I had a dream that started like this.” You lick your lips and smirk at Matty. “C’mere, pretty boy. You’re overdressed.”

Your words spur them both back into action, George thrusting deep inside you as Matty’s hands fly to the hem of his shirt, tossing it away as he steps cautiously towards you. His eyes are blown wide, disbelieving and lustful, and your gaze drops to the outline of his cock in his jeans. Involuntarily, your mouth drops open in a silent plea, cunt clenching at the thought of being fucked in two holes at once. George groans above you. “God, she’s fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, Matty. You want his cock in your mouth that bad, baby?” The moan you let out is nothing short of pathetic. “Such a slut.”

You grin up at Matty, his hands trembling as they work at the buckle of his jeans. “Yeah, ‘m a slut,” you moan. “Want you to cum in my mouth so bad, Matty. Thought about this so much.” Matty palms his cock through his boxers, groaning softly as you part your lips suggestively.

You rock your hips back against George, liquid pleasure rushing in your veins as he strikes that perfect, mind-melting spot inside you. “You look so gorgeous, love,” Matty murmurs adoringly, tapping his flushed, dripping cock against your lips. The salt of him fills your mouth as you lick over the head of his cock, his hips stuttering as he fights not to thrust into your mouth. “So pretty on your hands and knees.” He crooks two fingers under your jaw, lifting your head to meet his eyes, lust-blown pupils tracking over your flushed skin. “You taking care of her, mate?” He throws the question over your head to George, who grins.

“Yeah,” George chuckles, “She’s so fucking sweet. Pretty little slut just can’t get enough. You should hear her scream when she’s falling apart on my dick.” 

“Mattyyy,” you whine. “Please,” He tucks your hair behind your ear without looking at you.

“We aren’t talking to you, pretty girl,” Matty says, syrupy-sweet condescension setting your mind spinning, pleasure and pain twining together, spreading from your sore cunt and settling heady in your limbs. “God, I wanna fuck her mouth.” You shudder, anticipation thrilling up your spine, pain sparking as George pinches your clit harshly. “Can I?” He must see permission in George’s face — his cock falls on your waiting tongue, a moan tearing free from the back of your throat as you close your lips around him. Matty moans, threading a hand in your hair, surprisingly gentle.

You’re dizzy, set adrift, your body only existing where they touch you. Tears pool in your eyes, euphoria fighting to overwhelm you as Matty matches George’s pace. The pair of them are so perfectly in sync, their uncanny ability to understand each other without words weaponised against you. Matty’s cock hits the back of your throat and you swallow a gag, moaning around him as George strikes inside you perfectly. Your sanity is hanging by a thread, fraying torturously with every moan, every thrust, every circle over your clit.

“Look at her,” George murmurs adoringly. “She loves this. Pretty slut getting off on getting fucked in two holes at once. So wet for us, yeah?”

Your answering moan comes out garbled around Matty’s cock. “Are you close, darling?” Matty asks, hips bucking uncontrollably against your face. Your cunt clenches around George. You dangle wildly at the precipice, every thrust bringing you closer and closer. Finally, gloriously, you snap, whining and writhing as much as you can against the two men holding you in place. Ecstasy spills over you in waves, buffeted by the continued, deep thrusts into you. You’re boneless, barely able to hold yourself up, caught in a tide of fathomless pleasure, moaning incoherently as you come and come for what feels like an impossibly long time.

George groans above you, cock pulsing as he cums, painting your insides deliciously. He pulls out with an obscene sound, cum dripping down your sweat-soaked thighs. You feel the loss in your cunt like a physical ache, clenching wantonly around nothing. “Oh, baby,” George croons. “That greedy cunt still wants more, huh?”

Your slow-moving mind turns laboriously, fighting to pluck the meaning from his words. You release Matty’s cock with a slick pop, a grin creeping slowly across your lips. He watches, transfixed, as you grin up at him. “Fuck me,” you whisper, watching his cock twitch as he gasps.

Matty catches George’s eye, a filthy smirk spreading across his face. “You want that, baby?” You nod wildly, your entire body aflame with desperation. “Such a slut,” he murmurs fondly.

You turn your heavy gaze on George over your shoulder. “Wanna know what we taste like together,” you say, and he groans thickly, swiping two fingers over your messy hole, a burst of pleasure swelling as he brushes over your swollen clit. Your heartbeat kicks wildly in your cunt as George brings his fingers to your lips and you suck obediently, the combined tastes of all of you driving you wild. “Tastes so fucking good,” you groan, the bed dipping as Matty kneels behind you.

George watches, gaze hot and lust-thickened, amplifying every sensation that rolls fiercely through your body. Your arms give out, weak from holding yourself up through your earth-shattering orgasm, and you drop to press your face against the mattress. Matty’s cock presses against your hole and you whine, hips rolling against him. “Don’t tease her,” George says, low voice a warning that Matty heeds, thrusting into you divinely.

The sound is pornographic, his cock wet with your saliva, your cunt soaked with your arousal and George’s cum. His thrusts are erratic, desperate. He’s close already, fucking into you chaotically. You grip the sheets, your mouth now freed to moan and cry out as his hips meet yours over and over. The new angle of your hips is heavenly, molten pleasure spreading from your oversensitive cunt, your head swimming with it. “You feel so fucking good, darling,” Matty gasps. “So fucking good, fuck. Wanna cum inside you,” he groans. “Wanna fill up that pretty cunt so bad. I– fuck!” he cries. Without warning, he’s spilling inside you, fucking you through, cum dripping lewdly down your thighs. Matty pulls out, leaving you painfully empty again, and drags his fingers over your sore, abused cunt.

Eyelids heavy, you lift your head to watch Matty suck the cum off his fingers, moaning exaggeratedly. “Taste good?” George asks, and you remember abruptly that he just watched his best friend cum inside you.

“God, yeah,” Matty murmurs reverently. “Want to try?” he adds, collecting more of the slick mess that’s dripping out of you and beginning to pool on the mattress. You whine as he brushes your clit, and he shushes you condescendingly. Almost too fast for you to process, George surges forward over you, gripping Matty’s hair and pulling him in for a bruising kiss.

Their tongues slide together for a gloriously long moment, your hand creeping to your clit as you watch, not entirely sure your dazed, lust-sick mind hasn’t conjured up a carnal hallucination. They pull apart, a string of saliva briefly connecting their lips, and you whine. “Fuck,” George moans, breathing hard. 

Matty looks down at the mess of you, your skin flushed and sweaty, raw desire scrambling all of your senses. “Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he says, stroking your back and the curve of your ass. “Not done with you yet.” You moan, thrilled but listless, as Matty flips you onto your back, resting you gently against the pillows. Dampness soaks into your back, your sticky mess pressing against your skin. George falls next to you, catching your lips in a deep kiss, the taste of all of you overwhelming on his tongue. You jolt in surprise as Matty presses a wet kiss to your lower belly, then licks a broad stripe over your soaked, dripping cunt. A bolt of sharp pleasure-pain strikes you as he flicks his tongue over your oversensitive clit, and you whine into George’s mouth. “Gonna get you all cleaned up, darling,” Matty promises against your cunt, lapping at you hungrily.

You writhe in George’s arms, bruised lips insistent against his. Your thoughts spin incoherently, falling languidly from your head as Matty sucks gently on your clit. Your vision burns white, heartbeat pulsing in your cunt, your limbs detached and floating. “Fuck,” you whimper into George’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips as your eyes flutter shut.

“Sensitive?” George murmurs teasingly, one of his big hands coming up to play with your tit, thumbing over the peaked bud of your nipple. Matty’s fingers dig into your thighs, infinite sensation rolling over you, lewd sounds echoing as he fills you with his tongue, fucking their cum deep into your cunt. 

Your hips roll against Matty’s face, bursts of heat licking up your spine as you grind your clit against his nose, panting desperately. Pressure mounts between your thighs, slick, hot pleasure coursing through you. “Gonna come, darling?” Matty murmurs against your cunt, his words vibrating gloriously against your soaked, trembling body.

“Yeah,” you pant. “‘M so close, Matty, fuck.” A string of obscenities garbled around breathy moans falls from your lips, George swallowing them hungrily. Ecstasy balls into a fist in your belly, slamming into you all at once and knocking the wind out of you. A scream tears its way out of your throat, raw and scratching, as your orgasm burns through you, melting you into goo that sticks you to the mattress. George’s tongue sweeps your mouth, Matty’s burying itself in your cunt, your body pinned still under the crushing pleasure. Tethered to your body by a flimsy thread, you’re dimly aware of Matty pulling away from you and crawling up your body.

George nudges you. “Open up, angel.” Eyes still closed, you obey, letting Matty spit on your waiting tongue. You swallow dutifully, the taste of you and Matty and George sliding filthy down your throat. George grabs your jaw, kissing you fiercely, licking your taste out of your mouth and gasping against your lips. “Say thank you, sweet girl.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “Made me feel s’good. Both of you,” you add, burying yourself into George’s side, suddenly bone-deep tired. You’re swollen, sore and aching all over, sated to your very core. Matty presses a soft kiss to your temple and sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

You can practically hear the look George fixes him with, stilling Matty before he stands. “Mate. Don’t be an idiot. Come back here.” He doesn’t even pretend to protest, curling up behind you and draping a comforting arm over your waist. His heartbeat thumps soothingly at your back, lulling your eyes shut as you tuck your head into George’s neck.

Your head is on his knee and you need him so you try to lay your hand on his thigh.

“Don’t even think about doin’ that, I’m fucking sick of you acting up you know that? Fuckin’ sick of you thinking you’re in charge, now put your hands behind your back.”

“Sorry, m’sorry, Matty.” You remove your head from him and try to keep your arms still behind your head, “please I just-.”

“Don’t talk,” he hisses, “y’know you’ve ruined my night with your little attitude. Bein’ bitchy to my friends and rolling your eyes at me like I’m a fucking dickhead? You think I’m dumb, hm?”

A single tear is rolling down your cheek as you watch him stub the cigarette out on the table next to him.

He finally looks at you when you don’t answer but just stare at him. His eyes are dark, no sign of any forgiveness towards you, yet.

“I asked you a question,” his hand grips your chin, “answer it.”

“No, I don’t think you’re dumb. I’m sorry, I really am, please.”

Your chest starts to feel tight, the pain of him never forgiving you too much. You can handle him being angry with you, he sure as hell has been before, but you're not sure how much you can take.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “that’s great, acting like a brat all night but you’re sorry.”

You feel embarrassed but Matty doesn’t allow you to look down, “you think saying sorry is apologizing you behaving like a needy girl?”

“No, I’m sorry, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Your voice cracks slightly, trying to hold back your emotions as you speak. “I’ll do anything.”

Matty grins, knowing exactly you mean your words.

"You needed my cock so badly, you have it, darling. Don’t expect to get a reward though." His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he subtly juts his hips forward.

“Just don’t be mad, Matty. I love you, I’m sorry.”

Matty doesn’t say anything, just hums. He knows only ignorance will punish you the way you need to be punished.

“Go on.”

Your bottom lip disappears between your teeth as you soak up his last words. Without your eyes leaving his, you reach up slowly to rest your hand over where his cock is straining against his dark jeans. He takes a deep breath through his nose as you start to gently apply pressure. You inch your hands up to the hem of his jeans and swiftly undo his belt, unbutton them and pulling the zipper down in one motion before tugging them off his waist so they're resting around his thighs. The sight of his thick cock only restrained by his cotton underwear causes you to let out a small gasp.

You look back up at Matty for reassurance and he nods, expression never faltering. Your hands rest on his lower abdomen right above the hem of his boxers, running over the sparse hairs leading down past his boxers. As you hook his fingers into the fabric, pulling them down, his fully hardened cock springs out causing your mouth to salivate at the sight.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him.

Without thought, your hand immediately wraps around the thick base of his cock causing him to let out a low groan. You lightly squeeze, teasing him as you lean in closer. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to lick at the precum leaking from his silky smooth tip and he sucks in a breath.

"Jesus." his hand moves to rest on the back of your neck, the other caressing your cheek.

There’s his touch you need, the touch that reassures you he loves you no matter what.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue still on his tip. You release his cock from your grip and run your tongue from the base of his tip, along the bottom of his length back to his tip before sucking him back into your mouth. The salty taste of his precum still on your taste buds as you swirl your tongue in circles and take the rest of him into your mouth in one go.

You can feel your face burning from all the tears that are flowing down as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Don’t like you crying, darling but I have to be mean." Matty wipes away the new tears that starting to form at the edge of your eyes. “C’mon, you know exactly that you need this punishment.”

Your head moves back releasing his cock from your lips with a popping sound before bringing your lips back to rest on his tip. His grip on the back of your neck starts to tighten as he begins to lightly thrust his hips forward. You slowly open your mouth, giving him access and wrapping your lips around his warm cock again. Both your hands grip onto his thighs, holding yourself still as he slowly thrusts forward again. He lets out a low groan as your mouth encloses around his thick member and your motions stop, allowing him to take control.

"That’s right,” Matty huffs as he begins to pull back.

His hand caresses the back of your head guiding you as you open up wider and your nose buries into the sparse curls at the base of his cock. The tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat and you swallow trying to get some sort of relief. He holds your head there for a moment, relishing in the warm, wet feeling of your mouth wrapped around him before pulling back. Your cheeks hollow, sucking harder and he stops before the tip of his cock leaves your mouth.

As he pulls out, you watch the string of saliva connecting to the tip of his flushed cock break before he pulls you back in, swollen lips immediately parting for him once more.

“I’m sorry, Matty.”

“I got it, yeah? Still isn’t going to change anything, now just take it.”

You can feel tears rimming your eyes again as you dig your nails into the warm flesh of his thighs, the back of your throat is already raw. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he roughly fucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat once again and your eyes squeeze shut allowing the tears brewing in your eyes to finally spill over.

"You can take it." He continues the thrust into your mouth as he speaks. “Love, course you can take it, my good girl is still in there.”

You open your eyes and look back at him, he tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, and mocking pout on his face. His pace doesn't falter, the only sound in the room is his deep voice and the filthy wet sound of his thick cock relentlessly fucking your throat.

"This the only way I can get you to be quiet, hm. Gotta have my cock stuffed down your throat for you to shut the fuck up?" The last word comes out just as he thrusts his hips, large calloused hands nearly digging into your cheek as he lets out a low grunt.

His words cause you to let out a low moan around his cock as he hits the back of your throat one last time, and you feel him tense. His head falls back, a deep growl leaving his throat before his eyes snap back to you.

“You were hoping I’ll get you on the couch tonight as well, right. That I’ll fuck you at some point tonight and that you’re going to cum for me?” He laughs, speeding his hips up and watching you enjoying making him feel good despite whatever feelings you have. “Well, sorry to be fuckin’ mean but you’ll stay on your knees for me and you will not even think about letting your hands wander.”

You nod against him and the next thing you taste is his cum on your tongue as he finishes, panting above you.

“There you go, s’what you wanted, for me to teach you a lesson.”

He pulls himself off of you, groaning as he leaves the warmth of you mouth and tucking him back into his pants.

“Am I f-forgiven?”

“Oh, love. Course you are, yeah? Doesn’t mean your punishment is over though.”

That’s alright. You think. He doesn’t think you’ll get any pleasure out of this but the truth is you do. You love being on your knees and you know he’ll spend hours making you feel good tomorrow.

you’d been all over matty as soon as he walked in the door, even though he insisted he needed some time to finish up some work on his computer. it’s all you were thinking about all day. your underwear soaked as you were rubbing your hands up his thighs, nibbling his ear, you even pulled out the Daddy card. you immediately knew you’d gone too far.

he exhales through his nose sharply. “alright, brat. can’t even wait a fuckin’ hour to get your lips around my cock? well now you’ll have to wait even longer. come here,” he stands from his desk, firmly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up to your feet. excitement pooled inside of you, knowing what was in store for you.

he’s got a firm grip on you as he nearly drags you to the bedroom, pushing you down onto your knees onto the plushy carpet in front of the full length mirror. you smile up at him, you thought you’d won. this is what you wanted.

“can’t be that dumb, darling. you think acting like a slut is going to get you what you want?” he asks, starting to loosen his tie around his collar, veins in his hands protruding. you watch the way his fingers grip onto his tie, a sight you had seen a million times before but one you never got tired of.

he cocks his head. “maybe you really are that dumb, can’t even respond when i ask you a simple question, fuck.” he shakes his head as he pulls his tie from it’s place around his neck, his condescending tone shot straight to your cunt and you involuntarily let out whimper.

“sorry, daddy” you whine, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror.

“too late, baby,” his tone softens as he kneels down and grabs your wrists, tying them behind your back with his tie. you wiggle and let out a whine, giving him a fake pout.

he takes a step back and admires his work, wiping his thumb along his bottom lip. “i’ll be back. you’ll stay right here until i am ready for you, do you understand?”

“yes, daddy.” you say with a defeated tone.

he leans down and places a tender kiss on top of your head, and you watch him leave the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

so here you were, wondering if you would still receive some punishment or if this was it. matty had always half-joked about tying you up when you were being too needy, and you’d always secretly hoped he would do it one day.

you hear the door click and lift your head to see matty in the doorway, still in his white button up and black trousers. he’s staring at you as he starts to unbutton his shirt, your eyes glued to his nimble fingers.

“finally got my work done without you followin’ me around like a lost puppy,” he says. “a desperate little thing, you are.” he pulls his shirt off, discarding it to the floor. you nod, shame painting your cheeks pink. you run your eyes down his torso, admiring his tattoos and his tight abs, the dusting of hair right above his belt.

he runs his hand down past his waistband, rubbing his cock from atop his trousers, throwing his head back. his free hand runs along his lower stomach. his breathing picks up, the muscles in his neck flexing with every deep breath. he was putting on a show.

“please daddy, need you. been a good girl for you,” you whine, clenching your thighs together to try to create some sort of friction and alleviate the pressure.

he chuckles darkly, tongue in cheek as he is shaking his head. both of his hands go to undo his belt buckle, the sweet sound of metal shooting straight to your pussy.

“oh, silly girl. you’ll take what i give you,yeah?” he pulls his hard length out of his pants and continues to stroke himself. with one hand he holds the waistband of his pants up as he shuffles over to you, landing right between you and the mirror, just out of reach. his pants fall to his feet.

“maybe next time you’ll think twice about pulling another stunt like you did earlier,” he takes a step towards you and rubs the head of his cock along your cheek, looking down at you with half moon eyes.

you mewl, desperate to get your lips around him.

“spit on it.” he demands, moving so his cock is right in front of your lips. you do as your told and sit up straight to spit on his length, he groans and quickly smears it over his head with his thumb, continuing to stroke himself just out of reach.

you’re losing your mind at this point, wriggling to try to break free of your restraints. all you wanted to do was run your hands along his lower stomach and take him to the hilt down your throat.

“look how desperate you are now, little slut wants my cock so bad she can’t even sit still.” he taps the head on your pink lips, you stick your tongue out and you welcome him in, warm and heavy on your tongue.

”go on, then,” he says, and you swirl your tongue along the bottom of him, wrapping your lips around his head. you have to sit up straight to take him fully in, nose pressed against him until you gag around his length.

“good girl,” he praises, running his hand along your hair. “feels so good, baby.” you moan around him, sending vibrations up his dick and his hips stutter, pulls back once before he thrusts deeply into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. his grasp on your hair tightens, pulling at your roots.

“does my girl want me to fuck her face, hmm?” he asks, pulling out and taking a small step back.

“yes, please. i’m yours, all yours. use me to cum, please.” you ask, desperation filling your voice.

he lets out a low groan, brings his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at you, your mouth lazily hanging open as you wiggle your tongue back and forth, inviting him in.

he smiles, breaking character for a moment. “alright darling, gonna use you the way i want to. my sweet little fuck toy, yeah?” you nod and he enters your mouth, both of his hands grabbing your hair at the roots.

he starts painfully slow, admiring the way your lips wrap around him. pulling completely out before thrusting back in. every time he hit the back of your throat you gagged around him.

“good girl,” he grunts as he picks up his pace. “bet you want me to keep you here like this, on your knees f’me every second of your life, yeah? keep you here and use you to get off whenever i want, fuck-“ the dirty words spill out of his mouth, and you feel your underwear sticking to your throbbing cunt.

“you’d love it too, wouldn’t you?” you moan in agreement around him. your mind is empty, unable to think about anything else but taking him. you loved these moments, when he is able to overtake your sense and entire being. like you were meant for this.

spit was dribbling down your chin and falling into your tits, absolutely obscene.

“i’m fucking ruining you, such a good little fuck toy you are, shit- gonna fill up this tight little throat, baby. gonna make me cum.” he groans as he fills you to the hilt, his cock pulsing and heavy as you feel warm spurts of his cum travel down your throat. “there we go, fuck. so good for me, baby.” he coos, a few shallow thrusts and then he is pulling out of you.

“thank you, daddy.” you say, licking your lips and looking up at him through your eyelashes. he reaches over you to undo your restraints, letting the tie fall to the ground. he helps you up off your wobbly legs, crashing his lips into yours. he grabs the sides of your face with both hands as he explores your open mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum.