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IMMA BE A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

thinking about riding Matty while his hands are tied behind his back yummy yummy monday evening thoughts

oh my god anon, thank you for this.

are you in my head? because this is something i've been wanting to chat about regarding soft subby bf matty but haven't gone around to doing a proper blurb so here are some ramblings that i hope make sense. it's just a run-on stream of consciousness thing with no formatting and no real ending. i also got too carried away so it is a longer one lol

warning: 18+, smut, reader is upset. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

okay, so imagine you just got home from a fucking awful day of work. freaking debbie from accounting is back at it, making your job impossible and a living hell. who knows what her problem is. anyway. right away when you enter the apartment you are greeted by the scent of a delicious pasta that your dear bf matty is preparing because he's one damn good cook (it's canon for him, lol). you go to the kitchen and sit at the bar, watching as matty whips up the alfredo sauce which is your favourite. matty greets you without looking at first because he's too focused on getting the proper cheese to cream ratio for the sauce, but once he does, he knows right away that something's off.

bad day, huh?

you make some sort of confirming grunt before you rest your forehead on the cold marble countertop. because your head is down, you don't notice the sad expression on matty's face; he cares about you too much so anytime you're feeling down he cannot help but feel upset, too. he takes one last taste of the sauce (perfect!) before he pulls it off the fire and places it on a trivet. as much as he loves cooking and prepping dinner for you, he wants to make you feel better. so the pasta can wait. bless him.

he takes off his denim apron (which has a drawing of a rooster on the front, for some reason...) before heading over to your side. you feel the warm palm of his hand rub your back in the gentlest of ways while his other grabs your hand. c'mon darling. you raise your head to finally look at your surroundings again only to realize that he stove burners are off and his apron is crumpled on the countertop.

matty, what about the food, i know you like finish-

don't worry about it, love, the food will still taste good later on. let's go.

you're not one to deny him, so you get off the stool and follow his lead as he takes you over to the living room, guiding you to both to sit on the sofa.

he asks about your day as he knows talking makes you feel better in these sort of occasions but it catches him off guard (and you as well, truly) when you just start sobbing uncontrollably as you recount your day. the stress and pressure has been building in your body that all you can really do is cry out of frustration. matty instantly brings you close so you're straddling him, arms wrapped tightly around you, trying to provide some sort of comfort as the tears just stream down your face soaking the fabric of his shirt. your head is buried in the crook of his neck, giving him access to gently kiss the skin of your exposed neck, continuously whispering it's okay, it's okay.

and everything is usually okay, but this time you cannot help but feel an overwhelming mixture of anger and exhaustion. it's bad enough that you've subconsciously grabbed fistfuls of your boyfriend's curly hair, and when you realize you're doing so, you instantly jerk away, apologizing profusely while more tears streak down your face.

oh no, i'm sorry. i'm so sor--

he urgently but carefully grabs your face between his hands, bringing his forehead against yours. it's okay, it's okay. everything feels like too much right now, that not even the sensation of his gentle fingers on your face can soothe whatever is brewing inside you.

and at that moment you cannot help but kiss him. hard, fast and hungrily. he whimpers against your lips at the shock of it all, but doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, letting you take the lead and set the pace. teeth clashing against each other, you bitting at his bottom lip, shoving your tongue in his mouth constantly. it's messy and aggressive but he doesn't stop you, only pulling away to catch your breath, looking down at the crumbled fabric of his now over stretched shirt clenched in between your fingers.

seeing his dishevelled state--red swollen lips, unruly hair, wrinkled top--is enough to edge you on to continue, now focusing on leaving marks all over his neck, around the several necklaces that he wears. there's nothing gentle about it, a sharp contrast as to how softly he's holding on to your waist. you lick, bite, suck at any skin that you find, leaving behind countless bruises along the way as he moans uncontrollably underneath you. your left hand is back on his hair, pulling at it so his neck is exposed, while your right one is aimlessly trying to unbutton his pants but failing miserably. god knows you're already frustrated enough, so you just grab one of matty's hands and bring it over to the front of his jeans so he can undo the pesky button and zipper himself. once he's done, he places your palm back at the top of his pants, giving him a mumbled thank you before you slide your fingers under the fabric of his boxers.

you waste no time and start stroking his cock as fast as you can, all while you desperately kiss him leaving you both breathless once more. because of your erratic pace, it doesn't take long for matty to begin losing control. you know he's getting near his climax because of the way his legs are starting to shake and how close he pulls your body against him. however, you're too deep in whatever trance has possessed over you, that you take your hand away as to not let him finish. not yet at least.

and before he says anything about it, you get off his lap and on to your feet, dragging him up with you so you can take off his pants and underwear completely. you instruct him to remove his shirt and you swear he's never done it faster in his life. instantly your lips are clashing against each other for the millionth time that night, giving you the chance to reach behind your head and undo the white silk scarf holding up your ponytail. again, you're not entirely sure what's taken over your mind and body, but before you know it, you tie matty's wrists behind his back.

you push him down on the couch, bitting your bottom lip and silently asking him if this is alright. the fucked out expression and small smile tugging at the corner of his lips is all the confirmation you need.

please.

you take off your soaked underwear but decide to keep your floral cotton dress on because you know it's his favourite. it's the least you can do for how you've been treating him. not that he minds; it's quite the opposite in fact. with each of your knees to his sides, you straddle him for the second time that night, grabbing his cock and guiding him to your cunt before you sink down and take him all at once.

and it fucking hurts. having him inside you without any foreplay is probably a stupid choice, but part of you hopes that the pain can help take away some of the anger and resentment built up in your body not only from that day, but weeks and months prior. more tears end up streaming down your face. from the pain or anger, you don't know. probably both.

hey, hey. love are you ok-?

you cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything else, but you look at him and nod, glassy eyes assuring him that it is okay. he returns an understanding, soft look, and that's when you finally begin to move your hips, grinding hard against his dick so you can feel every single inch of him inside you. in that instant you see his brown eyes roll to the back of his head, mumbling a fuck against the palm of your hand. you work yourself up to a steady pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down his cock to hit that spot inside you which makes you delusional.

with your fingers still over his open mouth, you can hear his muffled moans, his spit now covering the palm of your hand and dripping down his chin. it's fucking obscene sight but one that you hope you'll never forget.

making sure that his eyes are on yours, you finally take the hand off his mouth. his gaze follows as you take your soaked fingers and guide them under your dress, your high pitched moans a clear sign that you have started to rub your clit.

oh my fucking god.

he snaps his head up to look at you with the most lustful yet loving expression on his face. the adoration radiating off him is too much for you to handle and you cannot help but smile, the first time you’d done so during that whole day. there is no more pain, no more tears, just pure pleasure running through your body, washing away the frustration.

thank you.

I’ve come to realise that Matty and No Rome in the Narcissist video is me (my my last two adhd brain cells ) whichever, when I’ve had no sleep and too much sugar

I saw the boy with a friend who didnt really know much about them which was amazing because now hes obsessed but more so with “sex” but doesn’t wanna say “I’m obsessed with sex” out loud so he openly calls it “The Van song” and I love that so much 😂😂😂

He’s had enough of me I LOVE IT

Chapter 18

Word Count : 2796

Warnings : Smut in this one , it’s cringe and weird maybe a little awkward but there we go

George's POV

The moment I read Matty's text, I jump up from my place on the couch and basically bomb through to my room nearly taking the door off the hinges as I go, I physically feel like a 12 year old girl right now when there first proper boyfriend give them even the slightest bit of attention, it's so lame but I can't help it. I set up my laptop on my desk and get comfy in my chair and use the reflection in the screen to make sure I don't look a state. I tie my hair up in a small man bun and pull my hood over it , it definitely looks better like this less wild I suppose. That's when I finally open the app to call him, I listen through the dial tone while my heart races, hearing his voice is like home for me already. His face appears on my screen in full and he's smiling already his eyes are shining and he looks amazing . We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds just eyeballing each other until I speak up "hey there love"

"Hello Darlin", there I go already melting into a puddle on the floor, wow, his voice is like warm honey tea when your sick it just opens everything up. Makes me feel alive "are you okay darlin".

"I'm alright now that your here , I can see you now and watch over you", I'd watch him all day, doing even menial tasks, watching him work through things watching his face contourt into a crooked smile that he does when he's thinking of things that make him happy, or when he's confused. Getting to know his body and his tell tale signs that he might need me. "How are you doing my love?"

"I'm happy your here now, was school okay , what did you do ?", I didn't do much at school I think I only went to my first lesson I skipped my other lessons just spent a lot of time in the music rooms getting more demos fixed, can't let him know I'm not going to tell him I didn't go though

"It was alright nothing important happened today just did the usual stuff, what happened today then can you tell me about it ?", I lean forward in my seat, leaning on my elbows just watching him think of the right words to say. "You can just say it how it is you know, you don't need to spare any details for me"

"It was just a tricky day G, talked a lot about how I'm feeling, everyone was fussing about me, It just drained me, I know it was talking , but it made me think didn't it" , he's just talking away deep in thought , I'm just listening he's so animated when he talks even when it's not a happy topic.

"You don't like people fussing ?", I'd fuss over him anyway any day , give him everything he needs, work a great job to make the money so he could have anything he could ever want. Take him places , show him thing he's never seen. "Jesus G why you thinking like that your not even a thing" I berate myself in my own head. I always think way to quickly into things.

"It just makes everything feel too real now that everyone knows that's all". His hair is so fluffy , I wanna play with it, I wonder if he's smooth under those clothes and I wonder how much he likes it when people play with his hair. He does it a lot himself I wonder if it's different for him when others do it "you're staring Georgie" he breaks me out of my day dream, my face heats up I swear I've gone scarlet and scratch the bag of my head.

"No I wasn't ....I was just listening to you is all". I don't know who I was trying to convince him or myself , he's just looking at me now with the goofy smile of his. I feel a little hot under the colour and uncomfortable under his gaze

"What we're you thinking about Darlin?", God he can't know that would be weird right if I just told him I wanna see all of him, I want to know all of him. How interesting and tantalising I find him. I'm still blushing and I don't think it's going to subside anytime soon. He just does that to me "Come on Darlin tell me?" , I can do it I'm a big boy this is how people flirt ain't it

"I was thinking about you" . Wow , way to make it weird George well done, now you have to say more words to make it less weird "like not like in a weird way but like just" here I go tripping over my words like a moron come on get it together G , Jesus

"Like what?", Shit why's he gotta be such a menace , he's smiling at me leaning on one of his elbows , closer to the camera, while his other hands plays with his hair

"Just uh , just maybe , I was just thinking that I'd like to kiss you...no that's weird sorry um , I just wanna be there with you" , he's just sat there watching me trip over my words looking like a complete flake and giggling about it, this is no reason for him to be like this right now , yes I'm making an arse of myself but nope that's just mean.

"If it helps , I'd really like to kiss you too" , he's blushing now too "I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw your face a few days ago , I've never really been with a guy in that way so I didn't think it meant anything but you've earwormed youre way into my head and it's all I want to do"

"You've never been with a guy?, Really ?" , that's a weird thought he seems like someone who'd have at least tried it, like he doesn't seem like he'd be scared to let himself be with a guy.

"Nah never been with a guy , I haven't really accepted that I'd liked guys as well as girls until like last year but never had anyone that's made me want to try stuff, like of course I've like done stuff.....to the thought of guys but never with one". He's getting a little shy and awkward now and if I didn't already think he was cute I'd surely think it now. His little flustered looks and his scrunched up face is everything. I'm now a lot less nervous, I don't have to be anything other than myself right, that should make things a lot easier

"We'll that's makes me somewhat happier, If you let me I can be your guide". Smiling at each other then we break into giggling messes "tell me about the first time you did something to a guy", I know that that's maybe a weird question but I want to know what he likes and what he's into "like what did he look like or what did you imagine , like , I don't know what did you want to do with him"

"Well there was this guy in school he was on the football team , I think I was maybe 15 at the time , I just thought he was pretty, tall as all hell , black hair , he was kinda emo in a way. We were friends for a while and that summer we'd spent a-lot of time with each other and I think I developed a little fascination with him, We were playing football one night and it was really fuckin hot and he was just running around shirtless and that night after he left stuff happened, just got a little busy with myself in the shower", Matty in the shower is an image that i wouldnt mind ingraining in my brain forever. The image of that floating around in my brain leaves a stiffness between my legs and it causes me to shift in my chair uncomfortably. I see a glimmer in his eyes like he knows what’s up “you okay there darlin?”

“Mhm , all good”, I know for a fact that he knows I’m lying. The air in the room is getting warmer stifling you may say and I can feel the redness in my cheeks become more prominent. I lean back in my chair and try to adjust my jeans discreetly so there’s less friction. Matty is literally just staring me down which is not making my situation any easier “seriously love I’m all good, anyway, so uh what happened after that ?”, this isn’t going to help my situation either but I began this so I’ve got to keep going right ?.

“Nothing really, we were still friends for a while but he moved, I mean there was still obviously time throughout the friendship that I’d have time to myself thinking about him but it wasn’t a thing I made a big deal of you know ….” , at that point he stands up removing his shirt and I swear I’m trying to look anywhere but at my screen “although in saying that we did play a game of spin the bottle at this party one time, and ALOT of kissing happened that night, ended up with the biggest hard-on of my life, Jesus trying to hide that from a house party full of teenagers was a nightmare….”, he’s putting so many images in my head right now seriously I’m about to go into overdrive. I’m not even going to try speak because I know I’ll just not get a single word right. He’s got his work shirt on now and he’s sat back in his seat and I’m trying not to let on that I’m actually about to die. “You look a little warm there darlin , you sure your doing alright there?”, that cocky smile he’s got plastered in his face right now tells me everything I need to know that he’s just trying to wind me up. I rolls my eyes and let out and over exasperated sigh like I’m not bothered by what’s going on.

“I told you I’m fine Matthew” , I know he told me that he only gets called that when he’s in trouble or someone’s pissed off at him but I’ve got to show him that I’m not spiralling in my head “Anyway , what time do you have to go to work”.

“I have to leave in ten minutes, why ?, do you have urgent business that needs attending too”, little fucker is really trying this right now , I can hold on ten minutes I’m not a horny teenager that has to be right at it but I swear if he keeps up like this I don’t know what’s going to happen.

“No , no , I was just inquiring that’s all”

“Oh you were , were you?”, he’s a fuckin menace quite literally but I wouldn’t have him any other way. He’s beutiful inside and out , even with the cockiness, he seems to have calmed a little bit

“Yes I was, are you going to be okay at work love ?” , he didn’t go to school again, I know school and work are very different and now that I’ve seen his work attire I now know that he works at Caffè Nero that can be quite busy sometimes “it’s nearly 5 it’s coming up to dinner time it’s not going to be too busy is it ?”

“I’ll be fine darlin , it’s only a few hours, I don’t work long hours now , few hours at a time, I’m only in till 9 , four hours” , he’s smiling at me while pulling strands of his hair and letting the curls spring back in place. Arghh imagine pulling on that and letting my hands wrack through it. I whimper a little at the thought. Stop it G, just calm down Jesus, I place my head in one hand just resting on my chin and my other hand goes under my desks clasping on my thigh to stop me from touching anything else “I’m going to go now darlin just to be there in time okay” he winks at me slightly as he gets up “don’t forget to send me pictures”, I know exactly what he meant by that. We say our goodbyes and my screen goes black. I then let out a sigh of relief and lean back in my chair spinning around slightly so I’m facing the inside of my room “wow”, I do however have to get rid of this before I go see my family. I rise from my chair removing my hoodie and draping it over the back of the chair I quickly go to lock my door and I close my curtain on the way I lay back on the bed and pick my phone up and a message from Matty appears on the front screen I open it instantly

“Hey Darlin, did that make you uncomfortable if so I’m sorry”

“No I just got a little busy downstairs 😂”

“I had noticed, would I be allowed to see”

I lay down fully on my bed and pull my shirt up a little bit a strip of the skin on my stomach was visible and the band of my boxers. I slide my hands down my body a little it’s resting next to the very visible bulge in my jeans I quickly snap a picture and send it off to him with a little “is this okay?” , I palm myself through my jeans for a while giving me some realise and I’m so thankful for it because fuck me do I need this. My hands are tingling and itching to open my button but I want to wait a while and give myself some time. A message come back through from Matty

“What a beautiful boy, can I see more? x”

I continue palming myself and a soft moan escapes my lips, I then finally loosen the button and slide my jeans down my thighs now just revealing my bulge in my boxers , I then slide my hand into my boxers and wrap my hand around my dick squeezing lightly, with my other hands I snap a picture of the sight I front of me and just send it off without a caption because I’m not sure what to say and with this I just place my phone beside me and bring my hand up to my mouth to cover it so my family can’t hear what I’m up too. At this I begin moving my hand up and down my dick now gaining the pressure I needed, at this I release a moan only heard to my ears. It’s all a bit dry but I have no lube, I let myself go and lick my hand for a slicker movement to be made gross I know but what else am I supposed to do. I bring my hand back down to my dick and start jerking again. I close my eyes and the image of Matty in the shower pleasuring himself quickly comes to the for front of my mind “fuckkk” , I take my hand away from my mouth for a second and my lips part with that it goes to my hair which I pull on for a while imaging that my hands are Matty’s for a moment this causes my back to arch off of the bed as Precum starts to leak from my dick. I continue on with what I’m doing and I’m not imaging Matty whispering in my ear “what a gorgeous boy , doing so well for me” , This mixed with the image of Matty in the shower whisper sweet nothings causes the tightness in my stomach to start forming as mr hands gets faster I bring my other hand back to my mouth and I bite on my knuckles, “you want to be loud for me don’t you baby” there it goes again the image of him leaning over me to whisper into my ears. My release comes quicker than I’d have liked , I release all over my hand and my stomach and I breath loudly out of my nose as I finish “That was amazing fuck me”, I wait till I come down to reality again and pick up my phone to see another message from Matty

“I bet that would look great in my hand 😉”

I wipe myself down with a tissue from the box that was beside my bed and quickly go to but it in the bin in the corner of my room, I pull my boxers and trousers back up and button them back up

“If only it was”

Matty in his Johnny Knoxville era

Love your username 💕 makes me smile every time I see it because it's one of my favorite lyrics

I got my tumblr when I was having slight obsession with JC2005 Minute (I mean I still do love it ) but I have a new favourite song of there’s every week 😂😂 , but HEY how are you 🥰 , I’m glad I can make someone smile ✨

We’re camo cargos and my notes hoodie while listening to notes on walks with my bf always just hits different man