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currently in nyc sitting against my hotel window staring out at the city, drinking some really bad vodka, the 1975 blasting in my headphones, writing a harry styles fic. life has never been so good
“jesus—fuck, baby…” he pants as his nails run along your scalp. he can barely look at you at this point, too overcome with desire, his head feels like it weighs ten tonnes.
breathing through your nose you take him even further down your throat, you moan around him as he pulls on your hair. “oh my god, baby…fuckin’ good girl.” you grip the edge of the couch to control yourself, thighs squeezing together desperate for relief. catching your squirming, he smirks.
“look at you, darling…such a filthy girl,” you whimper and move your hands to his thighs, “you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.” this is true. but it’s his fault, you swear.
you’d both been round your friends house for a barbecue. he’d been teasing you all day. between glances across rooms and matty’s wandering hands, you were a mess. a proper mess. you kept blaming the heatwave on your absent mindedness, but really it was the filthy words matty whispered to you every time you were near.
that was his plan though. mould you into a perfect, needy mess. he succeeded every time. so when you arrived home and he sat down on the couch with his legs spread wide, you couldn’t get on your knees fast enough.
“don’t even need to look to know your knickers are soaking.” you let out a shaky moan around him and he gives your hair a little tug, “breath, baby.”
you pull up slightly to give yourself a bit more breathing room, using your hand to stroke whatever part of his spit soaked dick that’s not in your mouth. he shivers, lifting a hand to brush the hair out of your face.
“so pretty on your knees for me like this, my perfect girl.” your eyes flutter shut at his soft praise. you’ll never understand how he manages to do it. always melting your insides with the softest words even as his cock is literally in your mouth.
he tuts, “eyes open, baby. watch what you do to me.” you look up at him and nearly fucking die at the sight before you. he looks like a god. cheeks flushed, hair messed from running his fingers through it, his shirt pulled open, a slight sheen of sweat over him making him glow. you groan and your hand takes over to stroke him as you pull off.
“you look so fucking sexy…” voice slightly scratchy from all the deep throating. he grins, “yeah?” you nod and slow your hand to make him properly feel it. he looks huge in your hand and you feel your clit throb at the sight.
precum spills from the tip and you glide your thumb to collect it. the wet clicking sounds that come as you wrap your hand around him again with the added lubrication makes the two of you groan in unison.
“c’mere, baby.” his hands start to pull you up. your hands find his knees to push yourself up and straddle his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. he guides your hand right back to his leaky dick. “i didn’t tell you to stop touching me.”
your hand wraps back around him as your head falls into the crook of his neck with a whimper. a hand grips you hair as he pulls you right back up to be face to face. he smirks when he sees your face. “you’d think you were the one getting off right now with the way your acting.”
“can’t help it.” you huff and tighten your hand around his length. “i know you can’t, baby. give me a kiss.” you dive straight in and smear your lips against his. he responds with just as much fervour. it’s wet, hot and messy. just the way you like it.
his hand drifts down between you, under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your core. inching back, he speaks tenderly, “oh, baby. you soaked right through your pretty knickers.” your hips buck against his hand, desperate for any touch he’ll give you. “should’ve told me, honey. you that desperate?”
“please, matty…” your whining now and you don’t even care. laughing softly he pushes your underwear to the side and runs a finger through your folds. his breath hitches slightly, “jesus, what’s got you this worked up? practically dripping down my finger already.”
“you-…fuck. you, matty. you were teasing me all day.” you mewl as his finger dips into your slit. “i know. i know, baby. i’m so mean.” he lifts his hands from between your legs and brings it to you face. “open.” you oblige immediately and his finger, soaked in your arousal, lands on your tongue.
a deep groan bubbles from his chest as your lips wrap around it. “such a good girl, baby.”
deciding he’s had enough of teasing both of you, he lifts you up slightly. “cmon, sit on me.” your head falls back with a moan as his dick brushes your while he positions it to entrance. he pulls you right back up. “watch.”
your foreheads fall together as you both look down to watch his tip breach your hole.
“f-fuck, matty.” your hands move to his shoulders for support. he pants as you sit down further. “fuck me, look at that. like you were made to take me.”
it feels like he’s in your lungs by the time your fully seated on him, your brain turned to mush. matty’s not faring much better, his head thunks against the back of the couch. “my god, y/n. you feel fucking amazing, jesus christ.” his hands are gripping on to your hips.
“nghh-…so deep.” you whimper. “yeah,” his hand moves to your lower stomach, “i’m all the way in here, baby. such a good girl for taking all of me. you ok?” your heart tugs as he checks in on you. “yeah, feels so good.”
he grins and kisses you cheek, “start moving a little bit. will feel even better.” you start to grind your hips and your head falls into his neck, he lets you stay this time as his hands help your hips move a little faster. “just like that, love.”
matty’s in heaven as your hips roll against his. your velvety walls feel fucking unreal wrapped around him. you keep this pace for a while until you start to get a little too desperate, your hips begin to speed up.
“mmph—yeah, baby. cmon, bounce on me. stop teasing.” that’s all it takes for you to sit up and start properly riding him. “oh good fuckin’ girl.” his hands move to pull your top down so he can watch your tits bounce.
“m-matty, oh my god.” you moan loudly and bounce harder as leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple. “gonna make me cum so fast, baby.” he groans.
when he pulls back both your nipples are shiny with his spit. a shiver rolls down your spine as the air hits the wet skin.
matty’s a mess. his back is arching off the couch and his hands have a bruising grip on your hips. you love seeing him desperate like this so you move faster, torturing him. “f-fuck, baby. nghh…i’m not—fuck i’m sorry, not gonna last. you feel too fucking good holy shit” his hand moves to your clit to help you get there faster. “need you to cum for me. be good.”
his thumb glides over the sensitive bundle of nerves and you cry out, head falling back. “yeah? you close?” you pull your head back up to nod. “yeah, yeah—fuck, matty, keep touching me like that.”
the tip of this cock is hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust, this position never letting you down. each time you hear the wet slap of skin as you slam your hips against his, your stomach flutters. “m-matty, fuck baby. gonna come.” the dual sensation of him deep inside you and his thumb on your clit makes you feel stupid.
“let me have it, baby. c’mon. let me see you cum. please…” his plea sends you hurtling over the edge with an unabashed moan. your hands grip his shoulders as your spine locks.
what does it for him is your gummy walls contracting around him. “that’s it, baby. such a good girl. oh fuck…f-fuck, mmph—coming, i’m coming.” another cry escapes you as you feel him spill inside you. you’ll never tire of that feeling.
his arms lock around your waist to keep him buried as deep as possible as your orgasms wash over you. “jesus christ.” he huffs a laugh as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
everything slows down as you hold each other tight into the afterglow.
“you alright?” he asks softly. “yeah. you?” you run a gentle hand through his curls. lifting his head, he responds , “i’m fucking perfect.” a giggle escapes you and you press a kiss to his cheek. “m’sweating though.”
you can’t help but agree, both of you still mostly clothed as your need for each other overtook practicality. “shower?” he smirks, “i’m still inside you and you’re already talking about round two?” you swat his chest. “shut up, that’s not what i meant.”
he grins and pulls you up off him, apologising softly as you wince at the loss of him inside you. “right, come on. we stink and you’ve cum dripping down your legs.” you roll your eyes at his crassness but let him pull you up regardless.
