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.
