#professor!matty

[think0fmehigh]

dandelion (professor!matty) out now on my ao3 !!

hope u enjoy love u xx

[procrastinatinglikeapro]

Mango Lipgloss and Silk Ribbons

Prof!Matty Part 1

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing/Description: Matty x Reader, Professor!Matty, Matty Healy AU

Warnings: Switch!Matty, mutual masturbation, praise kink, there’s a whole thing to do with ribbons, voyeurism, age gap, forbidden relationship, cumplay

Word Count: 2.8k

@nicolascagesbussy thank u for letting me use ur crush for inspo for this. I will forever be in debt, and forever push u to flirt with men you shouldn't xxx

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You’d left him hard this morning. At least you’re fairly certain you had judging by the way he adjusted his trousers. Tightening the bow in your hair as you exited the classroom with a sway of your hips. Completely unaware of how crazy the silk accessory specifically drove him. 

Professor and mentor relationships were strictly forbidden but that didn’t stop the pair of you. It just meant you had to keep it a secret. You aren’t exactly his student, but he isn’t your equal in the eyes of the university. There was a fine line, and you were definitely walking it. 

Currently you were both outside the glass building he held his lectures in, he had lit up a smoke and you were struggling to resist the temptation to ask for one. The grey hairs on the top of his head stood out against the dark ones, lit up slightly orange by the street lamps. You know it was probably wrong of you to want a man 9 years your senior when you’re 25, but you can’t help who you fall for, and it didn’t help that every interaction you had was soaked in sexual tension. Even before you really knew each other.

“Hold this for me will you? Just need to run inside. Be two minutes” He passes you the cigarette and tugs on the bow in your hair gently as he passes behind you. 

If he’s going to get you to keep hold of his damn cigarettes, you might as well enjoy the thing. You wrap your lips around it, where his lips have just been, and inhale deeply. The nicotine gives you a rush you’ve been successfully avoiding for two months now. Fuck it. 

You realise the mistake you’ve made slightly too late. The sticky mango lip gloss covering the tip of the cigarette reflects the sunlight back at you. This was not going to be a secret just between you and God then. 

When he comes back, now with a satchel in tow, he takes the cig from your fingers and sits on the bench beside you, legs spread wide and resting his elbows on his thighs. 

“You had some of this?” He gestures with the cig between his fingers. You nod. “It tastes good… sweet. I like it, it’s sticky.” You dart your tongue out to slightly lick your lips as your heart hammers in your chest at the implications of his words. Nervous reflexes go to pull the ribbon in your hair tighter. He watches you as you do it, leaning back on the bench, legs still spread wide. You wonder what it would be like to be between those thighs. What he has between his thighs. How it would feel if you sat on one and wrapped your arms around his neck lowering your face to his as he holds your waist, his fingers dipping under your skirt, tracing up your bare thigh… 

The conversation turns to academia. He’s asking for your advice on some research paper he’s working on. Looking for a reference that’s applicable to his current working theory. You just so happen to have a book that would be perfect for what he needs. 

“Have you got anything I can use as a bookmark?” He shakes his head. 

“Darlin’, I’ve barely got a working pen.” He chuckles at his own joke as you shake your head and smile at him. Reaching up to pull the ribbon out of your hair, letting it cascade down your back with its slight curls at the ends. You lay the baby pink ribbon along the page he needs and pass him the book. 

“Here, this is what you need. I want that ribbon back though.” He’s staring at you with wide eyes. Wide pupils. God he’s pretty when he looks at you like that. Would he look at you like that if he was between your thighs, pressing his tongue against your clit, getting to lick and suck at you until you call his name and come on his tongue. You think that that is exactly what he would look like. Maybe he’d be a little more shiny and wet around the mouth though. 

“Yeah of course, I’ll get it back to you tomorrow. 

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Tomorrow came and went, and you still hadn’t seen Matty. Then the next day, and the next, Before you knew it, it was Friday and the man still hadn’t returned the book or your ribbon, it was time to go find it yourself. 

You approached his office with caution. Despite it being past when everyone had left on a Friday his office hung a “Meeting in Progress” sign on the door. Odd considering he didn’t take any meetings on a Friday anyway, possibly a mistake. Instead of knocking you decide to press your eye to the gap between the small window and the blind that did its best to block the rest of the world out, to give the illusion of privacy. 

The sight that met you was not what you were expecting, sending waves of arousal down to your underwear and soaking your thighs when you rubbed them together. 

Matty was in there, in a sort of personal meeting. His eyes were closed as his head was thrown back, curly hair hanging over the edge of his chair. The usually tight trousers had the fly open and they were spread wide showing off his black boxers. They did nothing to hide his growing erection, twitching under the fabric as he grew more turned on. 

The really, truly dirty thing though, wasn’t even the physical evidence of his arousal in his pants, it was what he was doing with what was in his hands. The baby pink strip of fabric rubbed between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the silkiness and slipperiness of it as it dragged faintly over his clothed cock, teasing himself with it. It didn’t take him long to get impatient with himself. You couldn’t tear away. Watching this man touch himself with feminine strip of silk. With your silk.

When it’s in your hair does he think about pulling it out and doing this with it? Does he think about doing this with you? Letting you tease him with your variety of coloured silks until he comes for you?

Your breath hitches when he wraps the silk around his fist, takes his hard cock out of his underwear and rubs the pads of his thumb over the slit, collecting the precum that’s there and turning the baby pink silk to a dark blush, much like the one covering your face. 

You pull away from the door. You either walk away, forget about the ribbon, definitely keep your job, and live with the knowledge that Matty thinks about you in this way a complete secret. Or. You open the door and confront the situation with the man you had already touched yourself thinking about. More than once. 

No one else was here, it was too late at night, wrong time of year. You could do this with him if you wanted, and oh God, you do want it. 

You take the scarlet ribbon in your hair currently, out. Pulling at the threads so it’s about twice the length of your arm when it’s not tied. 

You open the door as quietly as possible and that’s when you hear it. 

His moans were small. Restrained. He lets out a breathy version of your name. He was trying so fucking hard for you, bless him. Such a good boy and he doesn’t even know yet, and thinking about you too. 

You start off by coughing lightly, before walking around to the small 2 seater sofa opposite his desk. He’s jarred and immediately stops, pulling his wheeled office chair under the desk to try and cover his oh-so-obvious hard on and fiddling quickly with his trousers. 

“Fucking hell what are you doing?” he starts, a hand runs through his hair as the tell tale signs of what he was doing become even more obvious. Flushed face going down his neck, heaving chest from heavy breathing. The pink ribbon is laid on the desk, stripes of dark and light material. You cross your legs, playing with the red material in your hands. 

“Looked like you were having fun, thought I might come and watch what you’re doing with my property,” you nod at the desk. He’s speechless. “I know you’re supposed to be a big scary man, but I don’t think you are. Not when I catch you playing with pretty silks. Thinking about me whilst you’re doing that?” His eyes are wide, betraying his incredulity. “Need some help?” 

Walking around the desk, red ribbon still in your hands, you pull his chair out and move between him and the table. Perching yourself on the edge, legs between his thighs, fly still open and cock unbelievably hard now. The wet patch on the front of his black underwear gives everything away. “So pretty for me. Didn’t know I had a thing for men and silk. Maybe it’s just you though Professor Healy? Maybe it’s the thought of you with this around your neck that really gets me wet.” You lean forward, his voice is still caught in his throat. He looks like a deer in headlights. Too scared to make a move in case it’s the wrong one. In case you stop. 

“Do you want this? I’ll stop if I’m taking this too far.” It’s hushed, trying not to break what you’ve started, but he hasn’t said a word and you need to know this is okay. 

“Fuck yes, please dont stop. I’ll do anything.” Exactly what you wanted to hear. 

You tie the red ribbon around his neck. The contrast between the rich colour of the silk, the olive tan of his neck and his dark features is beautiful. 

“You are so pretty, all wrapped up with a bow for me.” He still hasn’t actually done anything since you started this. He’s sat still as a statue, waiting for you to give him instructions you realise. There are so many things you could do. “I want to watch what you were doing before I walked in. I want to see what you were about to do with my pretty ribbon here.” You pick up the pink one by its end and move over to the man, the other end dangling over his skin. 

“Shit okay. Yeah okay.” It’s all he’s managed to gather the ability to say. Comprehension failing the usually articulate man. It’s an empowering feeling being able to reduce a clever man to a moaning thoughtless mess. 

“Undo your shirt.” He does. Strong fingers working at the buttons as fast as he can without just ripping the clothing off his body. You chuckle at his desperation before lowering the ribbon to gently ghost over his skin. Once again he lets his head rest on the back on the chair, breathy moans escaping his mouth as the silk glides over his chest. Tracing the outlines of his tattoos with the end, the dark patch hovering in the middle still. “Take it out Matty. I wanna tease you.” 

“You already are. Feels so fucking good.” He pulls his cock out of the boxers now, pumping his hand up and down for some relief. It’s prettier upclose than it was from outside the room. Head all red and swollen, begging for any sort of stimulation you’ll give it. You swat his hand away with the ribbon.

“Answer my questions Professor and I’ll give you a reward. That sound okay?” The guttural moan is enough to answer you. “Good boy.” You move the ribbon over the tip of his cock as a way to evidence that you mean what you say. You will reward him if he’s good. “Tell me what you were thinking about when I walked in.” You remove the ribbon entirely.

“You. I was thinking about the other morning, when you had the pink one in your hair, the way you walk as you tighten it. Fuck it’s hot.” You lower the ribbon back down, circling it around his whole length and pulling a little so it skimmed the sensitive skin, the motion causing Matty to buck his hips up. 

“You get off to me a lot?” He nods. You lean in and kiss the skin of his neck, just barely, above where the red ribbon is sitting on his collarbone. It’s the first physical contact you’ve had and it sends electricity down your spine and to your underwear. 

“Did you have any intention of giving this back to me? Or were you just gonna keep it and use it for your own filthy pleasure? Hmm Sir?” the title does something to him. His eyes fill with fire and they’re looking you up and down like he’s going to devour you. Like he wants to eat you whole. You would let him. 

“There was no fucking way you were gonna get that ribbon back darlin’,” he moves his hands fast, snatching the pink one from your fingers and wrapping it around his hand, leaning forward and spreading your thighs apart. “I think it’s my turn now? I’ve answered your questions,” 

“How long were you standing outside that door for?” His finger tips are tracing up the insides of your legs grabbing the soft flesh and moving your foot to between his thighs on his chair. His lips slowly making their way up the length of your pale skin, to your clothed core.

“A few minutes. Enough to know what you were doing,” 

“Naughty,” he nips at the sensitive skin before sucking. Leaving a purple mark where no one else would be able to see it. “Do you think about me when you’re all alone the way I think about you?” His fingers have resumed their work. His right hand has the pink ribbon wrapped around it still. The difference in textures from his calloused fingertips to the slippery silk is driving you wild. Goosebumps rise on your skin. His fingers are teasing around your underwear, skirt flipped up to your waist. 

“Yes. When I’m home alone, in bed, I think about you.” He pulls your underwear down, pocketing them in the process. The fingers from the ribbon clad hand teasing you, not giving you the stimulation you need, just brushing ever so lightly around your clit. “Please, Matty. I need it. I need you to touch me.” That does it for him. Finally giving into what you need and ignoring his own throbbing cock. He fucks you with his hands. Two fingers inside you, curled up to your g-spot setting a relentless pace. You can feel your wetness dripping down his wrist, soaking the ribbon around his hand. More fingers join in at your clit, setting a rhythm that works well to build you to orgasm, its repetitive and strong and he really fucking knows what he’s doing. 

“Such a good girl for me. Making those pretty little noises. Come for me Darlin’,” you squeeze your eyes shut, as he curls his fingers inside you. So close. It takes a few more pumps of his wrist before you release around him with a scream of his name, whimpering as you come down from the orgasm high. It’s not the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had but it was definitely one of the most memorable. 

It takes a few minutes before you realise he’s taken the red ribbon off his neck and tied it around your thigh, over the top of the hickey he’d left earlier. Wrapped like a gift he’d left you. 

He’s touching himself to the image of you now. Hand stroking up and down his hard cock, still wrapped in the soaking pink ribbon. 

“You gonna come for me Sir?” You reach out to cup his face with your hand, his eyes flutter close at the feeling of you. He presses a kiss to the palm of your hand and his hand continues to jerk himself off. “Gonna come all over my pretty ribbon and your hand. Show me. I wanna see.” His face looks pained as he finally comes. Shooting white liquid over his fist and covering the silk in the sticky mess. "So fucking pretty for me."

“Fuck,” he’s panting as his head leans forward and comes to rest on your ribbon clad thigh. You run your hands in his curls, pulling at them slightly. Until he leans back to look at your fucked out face. He looks like he’s going to kiss you. It seems funny now that you’ve done all this and you are still yet to kiss the man. 

‘Give me your hand,” he does as you ask. 

“There’s tissues just behind you if you wouldn’t mind…” his sentence drifts as you dip a finger into the white mess and swirl it around with the ribbon. Watching how it coats his skin and the material still between his fingers. You bring the mess to your mouth and lick it, swallowing his cum. His eyes are burning again.

“I just wanted to see how it tastes. Tastes good.” 

“You are nothing like what I expected. You’re better.”

“And you Healy, owe me a new ribbon.”

"I will buy you a thousand ribbons if we can keep doing this." You nod at him and pull his face to yours by his chin, rough against your fingertips from his stubble.

[lottiecrabie]

girlie brings professor!matty some cheap raspberry wine and rides him on the couch in his office

well he Has been looking very professor🤸‍♀️

the office is hot and stuffy, air thick with cigarette smoke and pine scent. the furnace is right beside it, and it heats and heats and heats until sweat sticks you to his tartan couch.

matty speaks of art theories, gesturing and nearly knocking his whiskey glass as he does so. you listen avidly, mostly. every word is a lesson, a treasure, a puzzle to scratch and undo and complete. still, the way he pushes his glasses up his nose is distracting, and you can’t stop your gaze flicking to the buttons of his orange shirt he pops one by one, the temperature gaining ground on him.

it’s just the heat, you remind yourself. it’s something else, too.

you nod at him. you sprawl on the couch; mary janes kicked off, feet tucked under your legs, elbow resting on the back pillows. comfortable, familiar, unprofessional. you’ve been here before— made a home of it, even.

the wine rests precariously on the tartan couch, but it’s not very scary. little worse could happen to it; it’s beat-up and dirty, pulled from some vintage shop fifteen somethings years ago, and tucked oasis of many college students since.

you take a swig straight from the bottle, licking the droplets. matty’s eyes flick to your lips, pink from raspberry wine. you smirk. ‘d’you want a taste?’ you ask, knowing.

his eyes settle on the wine. ‘is it any better than the last one?’

‘marginally so.’

matty sighs, opening his palm. he takes it like a duty, like you’re forcing him, as if it’s not completely his decision. he takes the babiest sip, then winces. ‘you drink this shit?’ matty spits, a disgusted grimace frowning his features. you laugh at the sight of it, swiping back the wine from him. ‘how do you not vomit pink by the end of it?’

‘dunno,’ you start, the light set-up of a tease. ‘guess i’m just better at handling my liquor.’

matty snorts. ‘yeah, i remember the state of you after two glasses of cognac.’ you shrug, innocent.

you take a swig of the bottle. the sweet, rubbery taste washes your mouth. you grin, dropping two cold fingers on his trousers, blinking at him as you graze them. ‘do you want another taste? don’t think you really took the time to appreciate the understated flavors.’

‘flavors,’ he mocks, though still leans in, and kisses you. your hand finds his hair immediately, loving to mess with his already undone curls, rake and tug until they stick out of his head like some mad scientist. give a face to those unhinged ramblings.

you kiss hungrily, licking and biting until you’re not quite sure you remember your name. matty breathes away to whisper, ‘mmh, you’re right. it’s a bit floral.’

‘shut up,’ you pant, pulling his head down.

you climb onto his lap, pushing him back on the couch. he lets his head fall on the pillows, tilting it up in offering as you devour him. his hands weight at your waist, respectful.

you break away from him, frantically unbuttoning his shirt until you get lazy, leaving it half-falling off his torso. it reveals the one tattoo you desperately crave to see, anyway; chest ink bright and depraved.

you focus on his pants instead, unbuckling his belt with shaky fingers. ‘woah,’ matty laughs. ‘are you even ready for me?’

you stare up at him, surprised. you steal a hand from him, placing it on the burning, wet heat between your legs. ‘always.’

‘fuck,’ he mutters, rubbing at your entrance, gathering a pool of your juices, slicking your clit. you jump at the contact, low moan as you work his pants again. ‘been all wet for how long?’

‘god, ever since you started talking.’ you finally spring free his hard cock, practically salivating at it. you rise up on your knees, stroking him.

matty’s not quite done with teasing you, blocking the way as he swipes and circles your bud. ‘is that right?’ he smirks, cheeky. ‘does it always get you all needy for me?’

‘yeah,’ you pout slightly, rolling your hips onto his hand, begging for more.

‘even when i teach?’ he pouts back, mocking. you groan, your head falling on his shoulder. ‘use your words, smart girl.’

‘yes.’

‘oh, it must be so hard for you, sitting in class for hours and hours, listening to me talk, all wet and throbbing and aching for my cock.’ he speeds up his fingers. you cry in the collar of his shirt, drooling on the cotton.

‘sir, please, i need—‘

‘right, right,’ he says, finally freeing the way, moving your underwear aside as he does so. you flash a smile in glee. ‘you’ve been so good for me lately. been all patient, too. you deserve it.’ pride shines through your skin. you lower yourself on his length, gasping in relief.

you rock your hips as soon as you get used to the stretch of him, rolling and bucking until pleasure waves through you. his hands dig into your flesh, encouraging.

‘what do you do, then?’ he whispers. ‘when you get all turned on in the middle of my class?’

you mewl, thrusting faster. the words get you needier somehow. get you ready for that fatal strike of ecstasy. matty pinches the skin of your thigh, punishing like a professor.

you clench around him, understanding his demand. ‘i—‘ you start, but his cock makes any thinking quite hard. ‘jesus, i— i go to the bathroom, sometimes.’

‘to touch yourself?’

you shut your eyes, nodding. ‘just a little, just to relieve some tension. i don’t— i don’t come.’

matty’s hands fall to your ass, puppeteering your deeper, closer. you fuck hard and fast, out of breath. ‘course not,’ he teases. ‘i know how you get when you come. whole bloody building would hear you.’ you flush. ‘when, then?’

your hand holds your weight up on the pillows of the tartan couch. your thighs ache, but you remain focused, determined. ready to blow. ‘when i get home. i get my vibrator and i—‘

‘hands can’t do it, huh?’ he laughs. ‘not like me.’ as though to prove it, he sneaks two fingers to your clit, rubbing better and faster than you ever could, that callus making you see heaven. you cry, gripping the tartan couch.

‘i play back the whole lesson,’ you admit. ‘how you looked and how you sounded like and— and i think of you saying it to me, in bed. think of all the things you’ve done to me, and what you would do if you were there. fuck, it makes me come so hard.’

you feel your hips grow erratic, bucking wildly and desperately. your legs shake, exhausted, overrun with euphoria. you say his name, again and again, a worship and a plea.

‘next time, darling,’ he says. ‘come find me. don’t need to do all of that; i got a perfectly good desk in that classroom that’s semi-standing up.’ you throb around him, hit with a wave of heat at that idea. ‘oh, you like that.’

‘promise?’ you squeak, dropping your head back as you get close.

‘you don’t know how often i’ve thought of bending you over it in the middle of class, love. you don’t have to worry about my word.’

you cry out, thrusting up and down, letting yourself exist in only his office, only the shape of his hands, until your brain breaks and you snap with a scream. you throb around him, falling on his shoulder, shaking.

he shushes you gently, holding your hips up as he continues to fuck into you. ‘so good, darling. so pretty,’ he promises, stroking your hair. ‘my best girl. my perfect girl. gonna make me come so hard.’ you whine. ‘where do you want it?’

‘inside,’ you hum. ‘want you to drip out of me all the way back home.’

‘fucking— shit,’ he groans, then fucks up into you a last time, spilling.

you breathe together as he slowly softens inside of you, still linked like some strange clay sculpture he would decorticate in class. your smile slacks your mouth. ‘i’m very excited for your next lesson, sir.’

he bursts out a laugh. ‘me too.’

[abiiors]

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[toomuchracket]

THEY’RE LEANING IN AND WHAT MADS?????? AND WHAT????????

k i s s i n g! and then matty has an ethics crisis because he kissed you, but you shush him and say it's alright, you liked it, you're not going to report him or blackmail him or whatever; he rests his elbow on the desk and leans on his arm and looks at you, and smiles and says "i believe you. you're a good girl", and you can't help but blush and literally squeak at the name. matty giggles and says "that just made it so much more difficult for me not to kiss you again, darling", and you breathe out "i want you to. want you to do everything to me" - he groans and closes his eyes and thinks for a second, then reopens them and smiles and says "well, s'pose we've already come this far. lock the door for me, please, sweet girl, then sit on the edge of the desk for me" and

[think0fmehigh]

prof!matty phone sex 🤲🏻

me and elle are an elite combo sry

it’s your second night by yourself this week and you’re counting down the days until your fiancé is cuddled next to you again. matty was required to attend a professional development conference a few hours away for his job. you recall him begrudgingly packing his suitcase while you folded some of your own laundry the night before he left.

it wasn’t really a ‘bring your partner’ work trip and quite frankly, he wouldn’t dream of subjecting you to such a boring and stressful week around his fellow professors. he expressed to you how much it pains him to leave you here by yourself—making sure to add that he’ll text or call to check in at least a couple times a day.

he had a late night yesterday, opting for just a sweet goodnight text instead of a call. tonight though, he already messaged you that he’ll call you when he gets to hotel in about fifteen minutes.

upon reading his message, you decide you want to torture him a little bit, since you’re so very bored at home without him.

you quickly start to shift through his side of the closet, finding a crisp black blazer that smelled of his cologne. perfect, you think, laying it on the bed and striping off the clothes you currently have on.

once you’re naked, you sling the oversized blazer over your shoulders. it engulfs you, but leaves enough skin uncovered to make a lovely picture for matty. you pose in front of the mirror, snapping multiple angles before sending the one that turned out best.

what do you think? x

he reads it immediately, still in the midst of his ride back.

Fuck…couldn’t wait until I got to my hotel room, dirty girl?

Look so fucking gorgeous in my clothes.

you bite your lip, nails tapping loudly against your screen as you text him back. it’s hard not to feel a bit of heat in your stomach when he says things like that.

no i couldn’t. miss you a lot, call me asap ❤️❤️

he hearts the message (you def taught him how to do that) and you go to sit down on the bed, placing the phone next to you while you await his call. his smell is so potent on his blazer it feels as though he was right here hugging you.

it doesn’t take long for his special ringtone to fill your ears and you reach over to pick up the phone.

“hi, darling,” matty says lowly over the line, his voice alone causing more arousal to gather between your legs.

“hi, daddy,” you giggle, laying back on the bed and letting the blazer fall open, exposing you completely.

“do you still got my blazer on, baby?” he questions, and you heard brief shuffling in the background. he must’ve called right as he unlocked his room.

“mhm, want me to send you another picture?” you purr, one finger lightly tracing the expensive fabric of the blazer.

he unbuckles his belt, making sure the phone picks it up. the sound alone drives you crazy. “you better, sweetheart.”

you smirk, opening up the camera app and taking a picture of you on the bed exposed, the blazer doing nothing but sitting at your sides now. matty peels off his slacks and dress shirt before settling into the fresh white linen. “i think you’ll like this one,” you tease, sending a few pictures over before dropping the phone beside your pillow.

“naughty fucking girl,” he breathes, easing his hand into his boxers as he studies the lewd photo. he hisses as he wraps his fingers around his hard cock. “shit, ‘m so pissed i’m not with you right now.”

“i’d already have your cock in my mouth if you were.”

“you’re going to kill me, baby,” he grunts, freeing his length completely. his head drops back against the headboard and he slowly eases his hand up and down. “play with yourself, angel. want you to feel good too.”

you moan softly, doing exactly that. your body feels as if it’s melting with molten desire, igniting a flame in your lower belly that only can burn for him. you reach up to knead your tits for a moment, pinching a nipple as you spread your legs. his cologne lingering on the blazer has just made you need him more.

“can i use the vibrator you got me, daddy?” you whine, hearing him chuckle. he speeds up the pace of his hand only a little, swiping his thumb over his sensitive tip to collect the pre-cum.

“needy little thing. yeah, go on. whatever you want, sweetheart.” his mouth twitches into a smile as you open your nightstand drawer to retrieve the device. he sets the phone down beside him on the mattress, knowing he’ll be able to get off just by listening to you.

you flip the toy on, the buzzing sound making matty give you a pleased hum. his free hand reaches up to take off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand. “good girl—put it on your clit for me, darling.”

a tiny gasp escapes you when you do, blinding pleasure licking up your spine. “fuck,” you cry, “feels so good.”

matty closes his eyes, once again speeding up his hand. his hips buck up as he groans, gently pressing his thumb into his slit just like you do. “good thing i got you some toys to keep you satisfied, huh? could never be happy with just your tiny fingers, right, bunny?”

you shake your head like he can see you, pressing the vibe a bit harder on your swollen bud. “can i fuck myself with this, please? you’re right, m–my fingers won’t help…”

“hold on, baby. we got time, relax. want to hear you cum first just like that…”

you should’ve known he’d make it a long night.

[think0fmehigh]

prof!matty c*ckwarming while he’s grading papers 🤭

elle u are my fav ily

sooo you had been unbearably needy all day while matty was at work, thinking about how he’d most likely come home and lay you down on the bed—always spoiling his sweet girl. it’s become a routine you’ve grown quite accustomed to.

unfortunately for you, he comes through the front door looking flustered instead of relieved after his lectures. he quickly sheds his coat and toes his shoes off before walking over to you and giving you a sweet kiss. he mutters a little apology, explaining he had to finish some work and walks straight into his home office.

you follow him, because of course that just wouldn’t do. you’ve been waiting for hours.

“matty, you’ve been gone all day. you need a break, baby,” you coo, frowning when you already see him sitting in his chair and getting started on work. your hands travel across his broad shoulders as you come up behind him, just the smell of him making you need him even more.

he sighs, “i’ve got to finish grading these papers. i’d just be another hour or two, alright?”

you lean down, pressing your lips to his scruffy cheek and moving your hands to undo the top button of his shirt. “a little break might help you get through it though, no?”

he reaches for one of your hands, kissing it tenderly. “darling, if i get in that bed with you right now i’m not getting any work done for the rest of the night.”

you giggle, littering a few more kisses down his neck before you’re bending down to crawl under the desk.

he needs to get these papers graded as his students’ final grades were due in a few days. he simply couldn’t give you his undivided attention until this was finished.

“would you behave, please?” he mutters, shaking his head as he peers down at you. you kneel between his legs, squishing your cheek comfortably against his thigh.

“just let me get you off, daddy,” you breathe, reaching a hand up to palm his clothed cock. he groans, beginning to harden against your hand.

“fuck—” he grunts, grabbing your wrist to halt your actions. “such a little slut.”

you whine, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you can muster up. he lets go of your hand to hold your jaw, his cold rings feeling like ice on your warm skin. he feels a bit guilty, truly not wanting to be apart from you any longer. he runs his thumb over your lips, his other hand now resting on his belt.

“how about you warm my cock with this slutty little mouth? show daddy you deserve to be fucked when i’m done with this, hm?” he raises a brow, smirking when he sees how fast you start nodding your head.

“please,” you moan, watching him give in, taking his hard cock out of his pants. your cunt drips in anticipation as the clanks of his belt fill your ears.

he curses as he frees himself, wrapping his hand around his cock. precum leaks out of his tip and you can’t resist leaning in closer to lick it. his ringed hand goes up to your hair, guiding you closer. your lips part for his length.

you gaze up at him as you take him into your throat, shifting on your knees. your panties had to be soaked through, pussy aching to be touched.

“good girl, that’s it,” he praises, already looking back up at his laptop now that he could see the hazy look in your eye. it’s hard to focus on anything other than the weight of his cock on your tongue and the arousal between your legs. “much better like this, huh, my sweet girl?”

he pets your hair sweetly as you nod against his thigh, now somehow feeling completely at ease. his hands shift through piles of papers on his desk and then his fingers fly across his keyboard, entering grades as you kneel there pathetically.

if you could think properly you would’ve been amazed at how focused he can be on his work while his cock was in your mouth, but you can’t seem to do anything other than moan at his periodic praises.

[think0fmehigh]

lowkey dying for a blurb about the first time girlie ever stays at prof matty’s place…

oh i <3 them so .

it’s half past four and you’re in matty’s kitchen for the first time, flour-coated hands kneading a piece of handmade pizza dough.

“you’re a natural, to be quite honest,” matty chuckles, also kneading a portion of the dough. he presses a kiss to your head as you work in tandem with him. neither of you can remember who came up with the idea to make pizzas, but you both couldn’t wait to eat the finished result.

“thank you, i’m really trying to be a good chef,” you laugh, his heart fluttering at the sound.

he hasn’t felt so enamored by a woman in so long—it’s hard for him to look away from your beauty. he can’t believe you’re here, in his apartment, cooking with him. you catch him smiling to himself. you were quick to learn that he’s always got a million things in his head.

“thinking about me?” you ask with a giggle, brushing your hands together and dusting off the excess flour.

“‘course i am,” he says casually, following your actions. “should let these rise now i suppose.”

you nod, wiping your hands on a dish towel next to you. he does the same on his apron, opening his arms up for you the second you look back at him. you melt into his embrace, propping your chin on his chest and giving him a smile. “kiss me some more?”

matty hums happily, leaning down to kiss you gently on your lips before speaking. “i adore you.”

you move your arms to wrap around his shoulders, tilting your head up so your lips brush his ear. “i adore you.”

he lifts his hand to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “you’re perfect.”

you stay silent as you rest your head on his shoulder, lost in your head a bit. thoughts of him fucking you on his desk, how he took care of you so well—it’s forever tattooed on your mind.

“you alright?” he whispers, snapping you out of your daze and you meet his eyes.

“honestly, i haven’t stopped thinking about that day in your office…”

matty’s expression changes into one of lust, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk. he lowers his hand down, experimentally running it over the globes of your ass. you let out a gasp, shutting your eyes as his lips brush your neck.

“we’ve got some time to kill, baby. tell me more?”

–

one heavy makeout session and two lovely pizzas later (wine included obv), you’re both ready to jump each other’s bones.

matty gently lays you down his bed for the first time, his lips not leaving yours as you moan into his mouth. you’re aching to have him inside you after all the teasing he’s done tonight. your fingers dig into the hem of his sweater, pulling a bit to signal him to take it off. he peels it off a moment later, then reaches to bunch up the skirt of your dress. he shifts his body so he’s kneeling between your legs.

he tried to refrain from eating you out before dinner, and now he’s going to make sure you’re his dessert.

“gonna have you sleeping so good tonight, darling,” he kisses up your inner thigh, your panties sticking to your wet cunt as he spreads your legs wider. you whimper, watching him pout at you. “shh, will you let me taste you?”

you nod, grabbing one of his hands and squeezing tight. “please, professor.”

he groans, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your lace panties and dragging them down your legs. he discards them on the floor of his bedroom, most likely becoming another pair he plans to steal.

as your bare pussy is exposed, your arousal glistens in the light of his room. he can’t help but run a finger through your dripping slit. you whine, trying your hardest not to close your legs.

“so wet for me, honey, fuck,” matty growls, not wasting any time as he curls his arms around your legs, burying his face between them. his tongue slices through your folds, licking into you like a starved man. moans spill out of you uncontrollably, your eyes meeting his dark ones as he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.

he pulls back for a moment, your wetness clearly lingering on his pink lips—a sleazy grin forming across them. “good girl, taste so sweet. best dessert i could’ve chosen tonight, hm?”