content warnings: allusions to smut, just mdni I beg, lingerie, fem matty, vague descriptions of a lap dance
It's like you can see the flashing neon lights vibrating along with the bass, pulsing music making the whiskey in your glass ripple slightly. The crowd is thin, people leaving slowly as the night nears its end. Yet you see the DJ still playing, mixing and grinning wildly as the music makes its way through the room. You watch him for a few minutes, his long blonde hair falling right above his shoulders in loose waves, white shirt clinging to his sweaty chest.
Your eyes scan the room lazily, taking a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning deliciously on the way down, numbing the constant feeling of stress, even if for only a little while. Purple and pink blurs your vision as you down the rest of the whiskey, running a hand through your let-down hair, unbuttoning one of the buttons of your shirt.
Preoccupied with looking for a waitress to refill your drink, you don’t even notice the lingering glances from the figure to your right. The clicks of a pair of heels is the first thing you hear, impossibly loud even in the midst of the music, it's all you can focus on. Your eyes wander up his body as he nears you, skin glistening with sweat and glitter, his eyes glinting in the colorful lights of the strip club.
Raking over his frame, you watch him sway his hips, one hand pushing his hair up, messy curls falling well past his ears, ends dipped in pink dye, mixing wonderfully with the chocolate brown framing his face. You can see a ring in his lip from where you’re sitting, but that isn't what captures your interest. Trailing down, you see a glittery belly button piercing, standing out beautifully against his pale skin. It makes your breath hitch, your knuckles white around your glass.
Twenty, fifty, hundred dollar bills are held in place by the waistband of his skimpy lace panties, so sheer they leave most nothing to the imagination. Your lips part at the garter belt hugging his body, holding up fishnet stockings you swear you’ve only seen in your dreams, the thin straps of his heels tightly clasped around his ankles. That man was now standing in front of you, lips pouted and a hand on his hip, nails chipped black.
You can see him more clearly now, bracelets and necklaces covering him, audible whenever he moves, entrancing you fully. Dark blue eyeshadow frames his eyes, now looking down at you from his position between your parted legs, smiling coyly. With your shirt half unbuttoned and untucked, your hair down and refilled whiskey in hand, you eye him up and down for what felt like the fourth time that night, biting your lip when you land on the lace barely covering him.
“Fancy a dance, love?” he speaks, words coated in thick honey, his glossed lips moving in slow-motion as you raise your eyebrows at him, a sly grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You see him suck in a deep breath as you pretend to ponder, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip for good measure. Nodding slowly, you move your hand away from your lap, freeing up space for him to straddle you, thighs on either side of yours.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a club?” Ha asks, lips pressed so close to your ear you can feel his breath against your skin. He smells like posh cologne, a stark contrast to his otherwise feminine, almost soft appearance. “Work stress, you know how it is.” you mutter, eyes focussed on his chest, transfixed.
“I don’t, actually.” he giggles, resting his slender fingers on your shoulders. He uses his new position to start grinding down on you, rolling his hips against your body. His movements are fluid, practiced, sure. “Tell me your name, doll.” you half ask, half demand, the lustful look in your eye unmistakable. The curly haired man wraps an arm around the back of your neck, bringing your faces impossibly close, your lips almost touching.
gjwf girlie telling matty to use a vibe on her because she "doesn't need him" and him trying to prove he can be good enough for her <3
oooohhhhh my god this anon girl u get me
content warnings: shes MEAN, impact play, MEAN, use of ma'am, sex toys
imagine teasing him with the idea that you're going to let him touch you all night, whispering in his ear to "Be good for me, you'll get your reward soon, baby." letting go of the collar of his tiny little outfit with a wink and a flash of your smile, leaving Matty with a faint blush dusted across his pale cheeks.
And then denying him the moment you take him back to your place, hand on his thigh the whole drive, slowly inching up and toying with the garters hugging his hips. Anyone who you drove by could see the state he was in, red and sweaty and dressed in little scraps of fabric you couldn't even call clothes anymore.
God, the way his eyes widened when you got out a vibrator, thinking you were being nice and were going to use it on your pretty boy. The moment you hand it to him, a filthy smirk tugging at the corners of your lips is when his own drops, eyes scrunching up in confusion.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't act dumb now." you condescend him, your tone making goosebumps erupt on his skin and his cock fill in mere seconds, straining against the fabric of his leather shorts (if they could even be called that). The toy makes his skin flush, like he hasn't seen it dozens of times already, pressed against various parts of his body, his dick twitching at the thought.
Matty cocks his head at you, pouting at the fact that he wouldn't be getting his mouth on you tonight, like you'd promised. He starts to complain, but is swiftly cut off by your cruel laughter, little giggles making his heart sink in the best fucking way possible. "You think you deserve to touch me? Who knows where you've fucking been, whoring yourself out to random old men, letting them touch you however they fancy."
The degradation makes Matty's head spin with lust, the only response he can muster being a weak nod of his weak, small tears forming in his glitter framed eyes.
"M'sorry, i'm so sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to assume-" you laugh again, eyeing him up and down with a hungry gaze. You gesture to the vibrator in his hand, motioning or him to come closer. "I guess you'll do for tonight, pretty." you sigh as your eyes rake over the lustful mess he's become, all your patronization only making his cock harder, the bulge in his shorts undeniable.
Matty works quietly, twinges of shame and embarrassment flooding his body when you go on your phone as he inches your thong down your legs. He folds it neatly and lays it down on the bed next to you, looking up with teary eyes as you roll your eyes, nudging his cheek with the point of your heel, raising your eyebrows expectantly.
Your tits spill out of your top, half unbuttoned yet somehow still crisp, Matty's eyes starting to wander upwards to ogle you. Your hand connects with his face with a loud crack, a look of both betrayal and arousal on Matty's face. "Did I tell you to look? Stupid fucking slut, jesus."
Matty whimpers as you spread your legs, already dripping down your thighs at his pleading eyes, hand shaking slightly as he clicks on the vibrator. The buzz against your clit is delicious, and you arch your back wantonly, pleased sounds falling from your lips.
Matty's cock leaks into his underwear, and he resists the urge to reach down and palm himself, knowing your reaction would be everything but pleased. "Such a good little doll, fuckk- at least you're good for something, yeah, sweetheart? Least i'm getting my fucking money's worth- oh god." you writhe as Matty watches the way your cunt flutters at the stimulation, your thighs shaking as your orgasm rapidly approaches.
You listen to his little whines and grip his hair, stroking his cheek sweetly as you screw your eyes shut, your filthy, degrading words only turning Matty on more.
"Such an easy whore, aren't you? Do fucking anything for a few hundreds, wouldn't you, pretty girl?" the pet name makes shivers run up his spine, a wanton moan spilling from his painted lips. Your own whines get louder, whole body shaking as Matty nods his head, turning up the toy one last time as you come undone.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, like you weren't expecting it, lips parted and hips bucking against the vibrator as you ride it out, Matty watching intently. You let him, smiling down at his small frame once your mind starts to clear up.
His eyes are glassy, hands fidgety, and cock somehow even harder than before. Matty thinks you're going to get up and hold him, touch him until he comes in your arms, kiss his neck and feel him up gently, your sweet tone almost lulling him to sleep.
The look on his face when you slip your underwear back on and take out your wallet from your jacket pocket, throwing a couple bills at him with a smirk is fucking priceless, and you swear you could see his bottom lip quiver.
"Take care of your little problem before I come back, i dont want you sullying my sheets."
Matty can barely think as your heels click against the marble floor on the way out, too fucking hard to form a single coherent thought. The sound of your voice in the club, the look you gave him right before you came, the moans that fell from your lips. All of these images replace rational thought as he wraps his hand around his cock, touching himself with frevor, surrounded by fifty and hundred dollar bills.
He feels filthy, like a dirty whore you use for your pleasure and then hide from your wife before she gets home, and Matty fucking loves it.
It doesn't take long for him to cum all over his hand, shorts down around his ankles and hand clamped around his mouth, your ear pressed to the door, listening intently.
Is gjwhf Matty more brattyyyyy?? I can see him doing shit on purpose to get a punishment from girlie 🤭
okay OKAY i have one scenario for you that's very. on brand (this literally got so long omfg also cliffhanger soz mates xxx) minors do NOT interact or i will scream and cry GO AWAY
SO you spend a lot of your time in business or business casual attire, meaning your closet is mainly blouses, button ups, evening dresses for dinner parties and whatnot. Point is, they're low cut and you definitely cannot afford to be covered in hickeys and/or marks, for the sake of professionality. Does that stop Matty? Most of the time, yeah.
You'll warn him every time his kisses move from your lips down to your neck, stressing the fact that he cannot, under any circumstances, leave hickeys where he knows people might see them. You have a reputation to uphold, after all. He usually obliges with a groan and a roll of his eyes, opting to move further down and leave his mark, licking and sucking your tits like his life depends on it, relishing in the sounds of your pleased sighs and soft moans.
After a while though, you let him stay where he likes it the most, right under your jaw, under the condition that he promises he wont leave anything visible. The excitement in his eyes is something you can't just ignore, so you keep letting him do it. That is, until one particular night, behind the locked door of the VIP room.
The leather is expensive, cold against your bare back as Matty straddles your waist, grazing every inch of your body with his freshly done nails (that you paid for, of course. nice and short, just how you like them x), his lips eagerly moving against yours, tongue licking into your mouth in a way he knows makes you dizzy with lust.
You don't say anything when he moves on to your jaw, teeth nipping at the skin as you let your head fall back, closing your eyes and enjoying the way he moves against you, grinding down onto your lap at a slow, sensual pace. His grin is practically audible as he breathes into you, hands coming up to touch your tits through your silk blouse, the music coming through the door muted and heavy.
Letting your hands fold over each other behind your head, you crack your eyes open to catch a glimpse of him, features painted in a neon purple light, complimenting him beautifully. Matty smirks, cocking and eyebrow as he trails his fingers over your collarbones, reaching further down to undo the first two buttons of your shirt. You let out a content sigh, a soft, relaxed smile tug at the corners of your lips before you close your eyes again, a silent signal for him to keep going.
Matty listens, because he knows better than not to, one of his hands making its way into your blouse, slowly sneaking behind your back and undoing your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall loose as the straps slip off your shoulders. His little gasp when he undoes the rest of the buttons and rids you of your shirt completely makes your ego swell, Matty’s small, but not unnoticeable reactions going straight to your core.
You feel him shift in your lap, his mouth back on your jaw as he trails kisses down your neck, simultaneously rolling your nipples between his fingers, earning him your choked sounds of pleasure, intertwining beautifully with the faint music in the background. One of his hands finds your hair, running his fingers over the braids as he latches on to your neck, peppering soft kisses all over the hollow of your throat. You lose yourself in the pleasure, humming in approval whenever he does something you particularly like, even if he already knows your body like the back of his hand.
He pulls away for a second, leaning back and letting his gaze fall on you. Your lipstick is smeared, and he takes the moment to wipe it away, his thumb soft against your lips. Cocking your head at him, you reach for your cigarettes, pointing the open pack at Matty expectantly. His movements are fluid as he reaches for the lighter in your jacket pocket, taking a cigarette and placing it between your slightly parted lips, the flame warm against your skin as he lights it for you, smoke curling around the both of you.
Before you know it, his mouth is back on you, and you get careless. With closed eyes, a cigarette between gold ringed fingers, you lean into his touch, giving him way more freedom than he’s deserved. You can tell he’s excited, his hands getting more and more frantic as he makes his way down, slowly climbing off your lap with a look on his face that tells you all you need to know. He’s eager, so ready to please you it's adorable, the way he grins when you spread your legs wider, letting him kneel in front of you, hardwood hitting his bare knees a sight for sore eyes.
Matty bats his lashes at you from the floor, hands resting on your thighs as he rests his head on one of them, enjoying the look of nonchalance on your face. You look bored, cigarette burning between your fingers as he gets comfortable at your feet. His chest, covered in tattoos, shimmers with body glitter as the light hits in a way that makes him look ethereal. Sinful thoughts cloud your mind and the two of you just stay, staring at each other for what feels like an eternity. Matty’s grin looks particularly smug tonight, but you ignore it, much preferring his mouth to be doing something else in that moment.
He pouts at you, his fingers moving up to trace over your stomach, grabbing onto your hips and scooching you further down. Matty looks at you like he’s expecting something, and you shake your head in disappointment, clicking your tongue like you would at a disobedient child. Taking one final drag, you flick the butt onto the floor, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip before you open your lips to speak.
“Get to it, princess, I don't have all day.” Matty’s reaction to the pet name is automatic, his knees shifting as you stare him down, eyebrows raised and hands back behind your head. He nods, working fast to tug at your belt, undoing the buttons of your trousers along with it. You take to watching him try not to touch himself, grinning to yourself at how hard he is, cock straining against the fabric of his lace underwear as he motions for you to lift your hips, slipping your bottoms off and tossing them to the side.
He gives you one last look before his mouth is on you, lapping at your cunt through your panties, his hands slowly pulling them off. Matty looks confused when you push him away, scrunching his face up as you reach for the hairband on your wrist, taking it off and giving it to him. “Can’t have you getting all ruined for me, can we doll? Put your hair up for me.” you say, nodding at him as he takes the elastic from you, bunching his hair up and out of his face, looking for your approval when he finishes.
“Good?” Matty whispers and you smile at him, your hand threading itself into his ponytail and yanking it harshly. The noise that escapes him is delicious, a pained whine turned moan as pleasure courses through his veins, making him even harder than he already is.
The moment his tongue touches your clit is when you properly let go, throwing your head back in ecstasy as the feeling takes over you, heat spreading through your whole body. Matty immediately grips your thighs, nails digging into your skin in a way you wouldn’t tolerate if he wasn’t making you feel so fucking good. You leave your hand where it is, guiding him exactly where you need it, grinding down onto his face as he moans into your cunt, both of your desperate noises interlacing with one another.
“Fuck, so good for me princess, making me feel amazing.” Matty whimpers at the praise, pulling back to stare at your glistening cunt, letting his fingers drag through your folds, bumping against your clit before pushing two of them inside. He listens closely to how you gasp, that gasp turning into an obscene moan as he curls his fingers, coaxing even more sounds out of you.
“Feels good, ma’am?” Matty’s words drip with thick lust and you nod, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he dives back in, swirling his tongue around your clit with dizzying speed.
You wrap your legs around the back of his head, forcing him deeper into you as you pull out all the stops, moaning wantonly into the back of your hand, your skin fiery hot as your orgasm builds, slowly but surely. Matty can tell, he knows when you're about to cum even before you do. He grins against your cunt as his fingers curl inside of you, stroking your walls at a delicious pace, the pleasure almost blinding.
With your hand in his hair, gripping his ponytail, you tighten your legs around his head, rolling your hip against his tongue with pure need, bliss taking over your entire body as the coil in your stomach tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. Matty redoubles his efforts, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as he sucks your clit between your lips, the sensation making your vision white out.
Your orgasm washes over you in slow waves of ecstasy, your legs trembling as Matty works you through it, soft praise falling from your lips in response. “God, princess, s’pretty for me on your knees like this, making me cum so hard.” you half say, half whine, your breathing heavy as you come down from your high, your grip on his hair loosening slightly. His eyes are glassy when he looks up at you, chin covered in your slick and a filthy smirk on his face, evidently proud of the reaction he managed to get out of you.
Still, you can feel something is off. The way he looks at you is too happy, too satisfied with himself and you know he’s hiding something behind those gorgeous brown eyes of his. It’s not until you catch yourself in the floor length mirror on the way out of the room that you see it.
Though light, you see multiple hickeys painting your skin, all placed conveniently right above what the collar of your shirt would cover. Matty trails up behind you as you trace your fingers over the marks, making stern eye contact with him in the mirror as he wraps his arms around you, biting his lip as he tries to gauge your reaction. You don't give him the satisfaction of forcing him back to the floor right then and there, instead opting to just look him in the eye and shake your head, telling him absolutely everything he needs to know.
“I’m sorry, I couldn't help myse-” he tries to defend himself, but you press a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up.
You don't speak to him the rest of his shift, you refuse to give him the reaction he obviously was searching for. Seating yourself in your usual spot, you watch him dance for the sea of men and bridal parties, twirling around the pole with an air of sensuality, desperately trying to catch your eye while also focussing on his routine.
Safe to say you have the perfect consequence waiting for him the moment he walks through your front door in the form of a length of rope, pretty in pink to match his current outfit. But he doesn't know that, which makes it all the more fun for you, letting him believe he’s off the hook.
The look on his face when you wrap that first bit of rope around his wrist, whispering into his ear to “Take it like a good girl, yeah? Since you wanna be such a fucking brat.” is absolutely priceless, and definitely one you want to see more often x
does gjwhf girlie buy matty toys 😇😇 and does she use them on him during private sessions 😇😇😇
- heather xxx
no but honestly what does this man NOT have that you've given him?
It starts off slow, of course, with you having vibrating cockring delivered to his workplace, specifically requesting that the note ("Have fun for me, sweetheart xx") be read aloud to him by the postman. The massive grin you have plastered on your face is obvious when Matty comes out on stage later that evening, making immediate eye contact with you, and only you, flashing you a sly smile before finally starting his routine.
Next is a lingerie set, extremely expensive yet purposefully a size too small, clinging to him like a second skin. At this point he already has your phone number, and so he generously sends you a picture of him in his dressing room mirror, one of his thumbs playfully pulling down the waistband of his panties, the visible half of his face smiling knowingly.
The two of you soon graduate to dildos, vibrators, cuffs, plugs, whatever your (or his) heart desires. Matty loves his cockring, wearing it for you in combination with an engraved plug ("pretty princess" on the base, your initials around its widest part) whenever he can, showing off your money.
Your favourite thing in the world is finding posh, extravagant toys for Matty to try out, sitting there and watching him take more and more, fighting tears, desperately trying to be good for you, your pretty little toy x
mpind girlie has blonde highlights most of the time and dyed black hair, sometimes the blonde gets coloured purple or green depending on vibes xxxxx
she's MIDSIZED i hate picrew because they don't have that option i hate this. NO COLLARBONES also chubbier cheeks and a birthmark on her left shoulder
tutor girlie my forgotten love. yes glasses because she is a NERD turned fucking-men-in-the-arse enjoyer THANK YOU
this is what gjwhf girlie looks like in her free time. she works a corporate job and takes out her piercings for it xxx. ppl thinks she's super ultra conservative and prudish but oh only if they KNEW the pretty boy waiting at home, all done up for her xxx
what would be girlie and matty’s routine when she comes and visits him in the club… xx
right after you become a "thing" (when you starts paying for his life, that is) is when your visits to the club become more and more frequent.
sat front and center during his routine, you watch him closely as he spins on the pole, capturing the attention of the whole room with his fluid, skilled movements. He knows you're looking at him, making eye contact as often as he can without seeming too obvious, and biting his lip in your direction more that once.
You grin at the fact that no one else in this room knows the multiple hundreds of dollars you dropped on the expensive lingerie he's wearing tonight, or that yours was the credit card he swiped when he bought that necklace hanging so prettily around his neck. The thought that he's yours, yet still showing off to a room full of lustful people; people who want him, but will never get him makes you dizzy with power.
further into your "relationship", you make him wear custom made, engraved plugs whenever he's performing, the indent of the toy only visible if you know its there. He loves it so much, your dynamic, playing into your need for control and love for spoiling him as much as humanly possible xxx
