⭑ soph's note. first request!!!! there’s not enough brat tamer matt on here i need moooreee pls 😭😭 also this is a littlee longer than it was supposed to be and i didn't proofread but.. hope u enjoy!
matt sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone lazily as you sat next to him, messing with the hem of your shirt in boredom. you sighed dramatically, beginning to complain for the third time in many minutes, glancing over at him with a pout.
"matt," you say, trying to get his attention. he looks over to you, waiting for you to speak. “do you even care that i'm dying of boredom?” you ask, leaning closer to nudge his arm.
“mmhm, im busy,” matt hummed absentmindedly as he looked back to his phone, clearly not buying into your theatrics. you huff slightly again at his refusal to pay you any mind.
"busy doing what?" you asked, not giving up.
“things. quit poutin' and go find something else to do, or sit here and stop complaining,” matt replied simply, not looking up from his phone. you huff at his words, but give in and stay silent. for a bit, at least.
a few minutes passed in relative quiet before he spoke, “can you grab me a glass of water from the kitchen?”
you glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "you mean the kitchen that’s like, ten feet away? the one you walk through all the time?” you reply, pushing his buttons.
“yes, that one,” he replied, a flicker of annoyance slipping through his calm exterior.
you scoffed, crossing your arms as you sank further into the couch. “yeahhhh, no. i'm pretty comfy here. you can go get it.” matt’s jaw tightened at your words, beginning to grow irritated.
“it’s a simple request. just grab it for me.” his tone left almost no room for argument, but of course, you had to just rile him up even more. when you sit and blink at him with no intent to get up, he's had enough.
for a moment, matt didn’t say anything. you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, expecting him to let it slide just as he had earlier, letting you be all whiney and bratty the whole day. matt placed his phone down and shifted, resting his forearm across the back of the couch as he turned his full attention to you.
“okay,” he said quietly, his voice steady but with a sharp edge that made you freeze as he leaned in slightly. “i think we need to set some things straight,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding. “starting with how this little attitude of yours is going to end.” his hand moved, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he tilted your head slightly toward him.
your breath hitched, and you felt a bit of nervousness bubbling to the surface. “matt, i was just—”
“no,” he interrupted as his thumb brushed against your cheek. “you’ve been running that mouth all day, sweetheart. now, you’re going to listen.” he paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his other hand settling on your knee before he pulled back with his next words.
“on your knees,” he said softly, the command clear, his voice sending a shiver through you.
"matt, what— on my knees? no—" you spoke after a moment, caught off guard and not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.
"no?" he said, his tone challenging before he continued, "i'm not gonna ask again. you wanna act like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one. on your knees, sweetheart," he spoke, nodding his head down to the space between his legs as he man spread them. you swallowed, your defiance faltering entirely as the weight of the moment settled over you, leaving no doubt that he wasn’t giving you an option.
“matt,” you started softly, but the sharp tilt of his head silenced you instantly.
slowly, you slid off the couch, your knees meeting the soft rug beneath you. matt shifted slightly to face you more directly, his expression calm but determined to put you in your place. he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
you shake your head in response as you watch him begin to unzip his jeans, pulling them down, along with his boxers. you flush, eyes flickering between his face and his now hard dick you were in front of. you open your mouth to speak before matt interrupts you.
"cmon', let’s see if you can finally put that bratty mouth to some real use,” he spoke, guiding your head to his cock as your pulse raced, heat rising in your cheeks as his words sent a rush of arousal through you.
your lips touched his tip before your eyes flickered up to his. "open up," he spoke firmly as you opened wide, your mouth warm and inviting as he practically shoved his cock down your throat.
matt effortlessly shut you up as spit pooled around the corners of your parted lips, his hand guiding your head up and down on his cock as he fucked your face.
"can't run that pretty mouth of yours now, huh?" he huffs as you squeeze your eyes shut, tears pricking at your waterline. your nails held onto his thighs tightly as you tried to steady yourself. his balls slap against your chin as you gag, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
"listen to that, no complaining, no whining, 's perfect...... fuck," he mutters, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated as he becomes closer to the edge. he grunts as his pace increases, making you whine and gag against his length.
"aw, is it too much?" he mocks, continuing to fuck your face with a relentless pace. "should've thought of that when you were bein' all bratty, sweetheart," he huffs, gripping your hair as your head bobs up and down. his head tipped back as his breathing grew more ragged, the sound of your gagging, his groans, and his low, mocking praises filled the room.
"good, takin' me so well, huh? you gonna stop bein' bratty after this?" he purrs as you moan around his cock, attempting to nod your head which only makes you take him deeper. you look up at him with damp eyelashes as you whimper around him, hands still gripping his thighs.
"fuck, 'm gonna cum," he murmurs, gripping your hair harshly as his pace quickens. "you're gonna swallow it all f'me, hmm, sweetheart?" he says, although it's more of a statement than a question. you hum around his cock, the vibrations making him almost buck his hips up.
"shit," he hisses, shoving his cock down your throat even deeper as you feel him twitch inside your mouth. his movements still as his thick cum paints your throat white. you swallow it all, making him hum in approval when he pulls you off. you feel his hand come to your face and wipe the little bit of cum left on the corner of your mouth.
“good,” matt murmured, his voice low, and dripping with satisfaction. his fingers brushed over your jaw one last time before pulling back. “but i'm not done with you yet.”
he leaned back slightly, “get up,” he said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation, “and go to the bedroom. i'll be there in a sec.”
you were in for a long night.