#deleting my acc

[cowboylor]

louder

matty needs you to be louder.

warnings: (18+) smut, oral (f. receiving), afab reader (use of she pronoun at one point), praise kink, light degradation, overstimulation

wc: 1k

[*edit: this is a work of fiction. matty healy gets NO pussy.]

It wasn’t enough.

He had your underwear stuffed into the front pocket of his pants and your thighs locked around his head but it just wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter what Matty did; how he curled his fingers, or how much carefully calculated pressure he applied to your core, you still wouldn’t give him more than a quiet, lady-like moan.

“Who makes you feel this good?” He prompts, pushing two fingers into you.

He pumps them in a ‘come here’ motion that has you hiding your gasp beneath the palm of your hand. You clench around his fingers, squirming as he tightens his grip around your thighs.

Who makes you feel this good?

The question hangs over your head as Matty gouges you for an verbal answer. But your mind is blank and you can only focus on the heat rushing to your face (and lower stomach). Your cheeks heat and you resist the urge to call out his name.

“Mhmm!”

He sighs, stilling the motion altogether.

This makes you freeze and wonder if this entire thing is completely unbearable for him. You thought you were doing everything right. You kept your volume low. Your moans were quiet and regulated. You’ve learned from past partners that minimal loudness from a girl is most ideal. And while you feel more inclined to scream into the mattress whenever Matty so much as touches you–you want to please him. And the worst-case scenario is him finding you too loud.

You continue to hide in the base of your hand as his fingertips trail up your inner thigh. You’re about to stutter out an apology when he plants a kiss where his fingers are planted, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. He removes his fingers and before you could quietly mewl out, he presses the pad of his thumb harshly against your clit, eliciting a whine past your closed lips.

“Come on, love,” He murmurs into your thigh. “Let me hear it.”

His rough circling makes you let out a hushed string of ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’, but he shoots you an unimpressed look: “Pathetic.”

Your breath hitches when his teeth dig into your thigh again. He litters kisses up to your center.

You glance down at him; watching his left hand, which has a firm grasp on your leg, flex as he grips you. You admire his hand veins that pop out when he’s wrapped up in you and the way his right hand is pressed against your core, his thumb circling in sloppy motions. It takes one look at his furrowed brow and watchful eyes that you get what he wants–

It’s an ego thing. He wants to hear all of you.

You whine out, “Baby–”

“She speaks,” He tuts.

A familiar coil begins to unravel as you search for the right words. You make an effort to prop up on your elbows as his fingers nudge against your core, parting you in two. Your breath is ragged: “Baby, I need you.”

He removes his hand and you hiss at the abrupt stop. You start to mutter out a complaint but then his hand shoots out to push you back into the mattress, putting an end to your propped-up position. You squirm into the bedspread again and gasp sharply when his head dips down between your thighs. The tip of his nose nudges against your bud when he tugs you close.

His breath fawns against you.

“I need you,” Matty prods at your lips, “to be louder.”

His tongue sears through you and you’re quickly tugging his hair with a shriek and the only words you can think of for him are mean mean mean.

“Matty–” You plead, “Matty, please.”

He laps at your core, and you arch against the bed with a cry that would have neighbors knocking on your door. The sheets fall victim to your brazen fingertips as you pull and tug at whatever is available to you.

He grins at the reaction, his thumb reaching to play with your swollen clit, “Having fun?”

When he presses his tongue flat against you, you’re jerking away from him and chanting his name like you’re reciting an old hymn. And as soon as do, he’s straining against the line of his pants, mumbling something along the lines of ‘fucking you later.’ He curses under his breath as he fondles the curve of your hip. His fingers dig into your skin as he tugs you closer to him–closer to his mouth.

“You’re good,” You say, hands reaching for his hair again. “You’re so good.”

You can sense his smirk and you almost regret the admission.

“Uh-huh.” As if to say I know.

His name is the only thing left your lips as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. The growing heat in your stomach is building to a breaking point and you buck your hips against the tight hold he has on your thighs.

You’re not sure what to do with your hands, other than to thread your fingertips through his curls and pull on them for good measure. When he lifts his head and you notice his blown-out pupils and the saliva running down his chin for the first time.

“Gonna ride me after,” It’s not phrased as a question but you nod vigorously, moaning when he dips back down between your thighs. His movements grow more erratic, eager to watch you finish on his tongue. “Think this pretty cunt can handle that?”

“Yes, yes,” You fist the sheets in your hand, making the corners of the bedding begin to give way. “However you want it.”

He groans into your core, the noise vibrating throughout your body. His hips shift and he’s leaning over to look you in the eyes: “Tell me how you want it.”

[marymacdonaldspatronus]

James: *sings* Galileo Galileo!

Sirius & Peter: Galileo Figaro! Magnificoo

James, Sirius & Peter: *waiting expectantly*

Remus: *rolls eyes* ffs

Remus: *sings* I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me…

James, Sirius & Peter: HE’S JUST A POOR BOY, FROM A POOR FAMILY-

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