seems like many of you want to know more about bartender matty so i’m slowly working on a short one shot that will hopefully, actually be posted in this blog 🤞
oh god i came to book club trivia by myself and i’m the only one who’s here solo so far so please cross your fingers for me that i don’t die from anxiety lol
“matty has no problem getting himself off in front of you. whether it is by using his hand or having to hump a pillow or whatever”
oh lord i need a blurb of this right now im so serious, matty humping a pillow to get off would be so hot😵💫
my dearest anon, thank you for feeding into my delusion ♥️
smutty nonsensical half-baked ramble below.
so here’s the deal.
this is probably one of those nights when matty comes over to your place after his shift is done. you like having your own space so that’s why you don’t live together yet btw, but you might as well be with all of the nights he spends over. and he’s also literally taken over part of your closet, having a designated spot for all of his music t-shirt collection and shorts. ANYWAY. it’s late, you’ve both had dinner and are listening to one of your records as you cuddle on the couch, sharing a glass of red wine. why use two when you can only dirty up one, right?
you want to lay down, so you grab your pillow you keep by the couch (you often nap there because it’s cozy and love falling asleep while listening to music) and place it on his lap with your head on top gazing up at him. matty looks down as he takes a sip of the wine and you can’t help but notice as he grins, an expression you know all too well by now.
“don’t act like this is the first time i’ve had my head between your legs.”
“what now? can’t your boyfriend get excited seeing his girl down on his lap?”
“alright. that's fair. but can your girlfriend know what dirty thought is rattling inside that filthy mind of yours this time?”
he downs the last of the wine before putting the empty glass on the coffee table.
“just made me think of when i was a horny teenager and i’d use a pillow to get off.”
“oh my god matthew. what the fuck?” you sit up to face him at eye level and he just snorts back with one of his stupid laughs.
“you asked and i told you,” he raises his hands up in innocence, “didn’t do anything wrong this time.”
“you’re fucking unreal.”
“oh, c’mon love, humour me here.” he hugs the pillow against his chest trying to give you his best puppy eyes. “you mean to tell me you never used one to make yourself feel good? isn’t it like a rite of passage for every 13 year old?”
it was obvious that the blood rushed straight to your face as you felt your cheeks grow warm. and he instantly noticed, too.
“see?” he gives you a quick peck on the nose. “i knew it.”
“oh, fuck you, matty.”
“you know i’d let you anytime, sweet.”
your hands cover your face in embarrassment but it doesn’t last long as he pries them away to eye you closely.
“or you can watch me fuck this instead,” he motions towards the pillow, “if you want.”
you were utterly and properly numb as soon as those words left his mouth. of course you wanted to watch him. who were you kidding? not him, nor yourself. and you didn’t even get a chance to answer before matty was already lifting his shirt off, doing it in one swift motion just like he knew drove you crazy.
"i swear i can't with you."
"and you don't have to, i'm gonna do the work for you. jus—hey, what the fuck was that for?" you had yanked the pillow from him, smacking him across the face, but he just laughed it off in the end. he knew you were flustered and didn't want to press too hard.
he grabs your wrist and pulls you close so he can kiss you, tasting that familiar mix of cheap red wine and cigarettes. "you sure you are okay with this?"
you just mumble a quiet yes against his lips, the confirmation he needs to start undoing his belt and it's not even ten or twenty seconds later that his shorts and boxers are pooled at his feet. the image of your boyfriend sitting naked in the middle of your couch is not a new one by any means, he's fucked you there countless times already, but you've never seen him like this, with your (favourite) pillow covering his already hard dick.
"c'mere love." he gets you to sit next to him, your left side flush against his body. you swear a part of you dies as his right hand takes your left one, bringing up to give it a kiss before placing it flat on the dark blue cushion, now pressing both of your palms against his cock. this gives him enough friction to start rutting his hips against the pillow, moving at an agonizingly slow pace to keep you from freaking out. and to tease you, of course.
but it doesn't take long before he pushes you hand down further, needing more weight against him. "right there, 'kay love?" and you obey without a second though, feeling as his hard cock moves against your palm. you carefully watch when his head falls back on the sofa, his fingers shifting through his curls when he turns to stare at you.
"gotta say it feels better than i remembered."
you bite on your lip to swallow your proud grin and using that moment to press harder on the pillow.
"shit."
matty moans and groans between laughs, his hips not missing a beat as they continue to rut against the pillow. you can tell he's getting close as his breaths get more high pitched and as he squeezes your thigh trying to keep himself grounded in reality.
"that's it, baby."
he brushes your hair away from your face so he can devour your lips, praises spilling from his mouth into yours.
"always so good for me."
it's only a few minutes later that his legs finally start trembling and you can clearly tell the moment he comes against your pillow, feeling it tense underneath you.
"okay, stop stop st—" you instantly take your hand away as he became overstimulated with the pressure on his now sensitive cock. he likes being calmed down by you kissing his neck so that's exactly what you do.
"well, you've now ruined my pillow." you nip at his collarbone. "thanks so much for that."
"not the first one, love. and hopefully not the last one."
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i like to think this is him that night <3
okay, i'm done. thank you for following along. you're the best. i love you dearly.
Wait did you really meet Matty a year ago?? I only ask because I know it's become a running gag to joke about encounters with him lol. But also, how small are we talking here??
i actually did which is still crazy to me and never in my wildest dreams did i think it could happen.
i went to LA to see a model/actriz show, and whenever i go, i usually visit amoeba as it’s genuinely one of the coolest record stores ever! (funny enough, it’s where i got some of my 1975 records previously hah). anyway, we went to do some shopping and were there for about 30 minutes or so. i was looking for my bf and turned into an aisle and had to do a double take because matty just so happened to be there. he had on his apple headphones and the white new york ringer tee. he was super lovely and sweet and i truly wish i could’ve been more coherent but alas, i got too starstruck. then, again, not quite sure how i would’ve spoken to the person whose voice has been spilling out from my headphones almost every single day for quite a long time now.
lol @ how small. my bf is 6 ft so it seemed like he was shorter than that. to be honest, i could only look at his face / eyes because i was trying not to freak the fuck out so my brain wasn’t functioning properly.
it was exactly one year ago that i ran into matty while on vacation and got so tongue tied that all i could do was say hello and i think he could tell i was internally freaking out so he told me that it was okay and asked for my name and we did this weird hand shake because he was carrying records with his right and it was only like a 30 second interaction but i’m pretty sure the nervousness caused me to get a pretty bad cold shortly after lol
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