i just feel like mpind george would be SO into putting the others in shibari designs. i know it's usually girly calling the shots but like... george tying the two of them up and making them do things for his pleasure and amusement... meow. maybe girly lets him do it as a reward for how well he's come into the dynamic and does what he's told, if you need character motivation? idk. hot regardless
- mads <3
first thing that popped into my head for this is George tying you and Matty to each other. (this got super blurby i think you've officially cured my writers block)
Chest to chest, your tits pressed up against Matty as well as the rest of your body, your thighs and torsos tightly bound against each other, hands pulled and tied behind your back. Laying on your side, unable to move, you have no choice but to stare into each others eyes and blush, the extremely close contact making you both dizzy with need.
George sits in a comfortable sofa chair in the corner of the room, pupils blown out as he watches you two rut against each other, which you specifically grinding down onto the rope placed expertly onto your clit, the friction shooting mind numbing pleasure down your spine. Soft moans sound from Matty as he struggles against the restraints, his cock throbbing against the silk of his panties as he makes eye contact with you, then George, his face red and flushed from both the stimulation, and the feeling of being watched.
The lace of your bra rubbing against his nipples isn't helping either, the rough material on his chest only heightening his pleasure, his skin glistening with sweat as he pleads with no one in particular, muttering swears and pleases under his breath. You catch his lips in a hot kiss, all tongue and spit to the point it dribbles down his chin, making a complete mess of him and you.
This goes on for what feels like ages, until George finally reaches into the pockets of his trousers, pulling out two separate remotes and running his thumbs over the controls, throwing a teasing look your way. He clicks a button on the one in his left hand, and you can fee the toy inside of you buzz to life, your hips immediately jumping as choked moans spill from your lips, making George smile in that sickly sweet way of his.
"Feeling good f'me, doll?" he says, his voice impossibly deep. You nod vigorously, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as Matty watches in awe, his face mere inches away from yours. The pulsing vibrations deep inside of you and the delicious friction from the rope make your mind go numb, you entire body taken over with pleasure.
This side of George is one you haven't seen before. The side of him that just takes, makes you do what he wants, not the other way around. You're so lost in all the sensations; the rope pulled tight against your skin, the feel of Matty's chest against yours, the toy buzzing inside of you, George's eyes fixated on you.
You barely notice George turn his attention to the remote in his left hand, clicking it on with a dizzying air of nonchalance. Matty cries out as the pretty plug George had made him wear, pressed right up against his g-spot, starts to vibrate. The soft buzzing of both of your toys does nothing to drown out the pornographic moans filling the room, high pitched whines spilling into your mouth as Matty presses his lips to yours, grinding against you in any way he physically can, the rope restraining him rubbing against his skin painfully.
The pain only amplifies his pleasure, which in turn turns you on even more, every sound he makes going straight to your core. George sits in his chair, legs spread and head thrown slightly back, his chest moving unevenly as he lets out a low groan, his eyes half shut at the scene playing out in front of him. He moves both remotes to his left hand and palms himself with his right, squeezing his cock through the soft material of his trousers. His hair sticks to his skin, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he mutters praise at the both of you.
"Yeahh, thats it doll, rut against her like a slut, fuck. Feeling good for me? God, you look so gorgeous with that pretty rope against your skin, so perfect."
You can only moan in response, and so can Matty, both of you teetering on the edge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes as George unbuckles his belt, the metallic clanks making both your heads snap in his direction, necks straining to get a better view. George looks even more wrecked than you, his cock straining against his grey boxers, the outline of him making you dizzy with need. Matty chokes as he takes himself out, fisting his cock as he mindlessly plays with the controls of both remotes, not even bothering to check what he's doing to who.
Both of you writhe against each other, gasping and panting as the toys pulse inside of you, Matty leaking against the fabric of his panties as obscene moans spill from your lips, making George grin wildly, rewarding you with raspy groans and more praise.
"So fucking pretty my love, my two sluts putting on a show for me, yeah?
His words are enough to push Matty over the edge, his hips stuttering as the plug makes his mind go blank with pleasure, spilling into his panties with shuddering gasps, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The sight of Matty coming that hard, and George speeding up the movements on his own cock make white hot pleasure pool in your stomach, the tension in your core threatening to snap.
Your orgasm washes over you in intense waves, your arms struggling against the rope as you shake, the toy inside of you working you through it, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. George switches off both of your toys, leaving you to catch your breath as the rope almost seems to tighten. The creak of the chair as George gets up is deafening, and his shirt riding up his stomach with his cock in his fist, he slowly makes it over to the two of you, still shaking from your climax.
He kneels on the bed, eyes hooded and lips parted like a real life porno, looming over you and Matty. You can see his dick twitch desperately, and he digs his thumb into the slit, throwing his head back in pleasure as Matty's eyes widen at the sight, right along with yours.
George looks down one last time, taking in the sight before him. You and Matty, fucked out and still bound, unable to get away from each other no matter how hard you try. Matty's chest is flushed red, his lips bruised and bitten and purple mascara smudged under his eyes. You pant George's name, staring up at him with glassy eyes, chest heaving dramatically.
One last choked noise leaves George's lips before he finishes all over the two of you, painting your bodies with his cum. The sight is obscene, and you realise Matty's stuck his tongue out, catching some of George's release in his mouth. George whimpers at the sight, his eyebrows knitting together in mind numbing pleasure as he works himself through his orgasm, gasping as Matty catches your lips in a violent kiss, letting you taste George on his tongue. You moan softly into his mouth, letting him dominate the kiss as George watches with even wider eyes, committing the moment to memory as best he could.
Though he doesnt take control often, George sure knows how to make it memorable for all parties involved x
