meddle about . . . matt sturniolo ✧.*
. . . “ you got me down on my knees, its getting harder to breathe out. “ - chase atlantic
dom!matt x shy!reader
warnings: inappropriate language, oral!male receiving, praising, masturbation
©alrexar
your eyes slowly trail up his body, taking in every inch of his perfections as you do so. you couldnt help but let your eyes linger on his chest. watching how it rose with every breath he took.
everything about him was beautiful. his cropped band tshirt barely showing his stomach, his baggy jeans accompanied with a leather belt and his keys, his messy hair—
he was simply, perfect.
as of now, your body is on fire. your cheeks are flushed as you shuffle against the wood floor in attempt to try and make yourself comfortable. the ache between your legs growing to be unbearable.
once his eyes meet yours, he greets you with a cheeky grin. his eyes are full of desire, and eagerness. desperately longing for your gentle touch. you greet him back with a shy smile.
“hi.” you coo.
“theres my pretty angel.” he sighs, “been dreaming of this view all day.”
you cant help but bite your lip.
you were satisfied with his affection, although you werent surprised. you knew this was matts favorite pj set. and you knew he wouldnt turn down this opportunity.
he moves his hands to cup your cheek. he could definitely feel how hot you were now. his grin only grows wider.
“so fucking beautiful.”
he trails his fingers along your face and rests his thumb against your bottom lip while the other holds a firm grip on your chin.
“yea?” you breathe.
“now, be a doll and help me out?”
you gulp harshly. feeling as if all the air has completely left your lungs. yet, you dont hesitate to help. “with what?” you tease. he removes his hand from your face and instead grabs a fistful of your hair.
“you know what.” he looks down at his bulge and pulls you in closer by your hair. “dont fuck around.”
it doesn’t take more than three seconds before your trembling hands make their way to his jeans. you almost instantly undo his belt, his jeans quickly following after.
you lastly remove his boxers, his cock springing free with the tip coated of his pre-cum. you lips suddenly dry when you lick them. you feel matts hand tighten against your hair. giving him a whimper in response.
“so big,” you whisper, before softly pressing kisses along the sides of his cock. once your satisfied with your gentle gesture, you begin to wrap your lips around his tip.
“oh-fuuck, so good babydoll.” he groans.
once you hear his words of approval, you begin to bob your head. using your hands to touch what you cant reach. the noises begin to slip from his mouth and it is pure bliss. the once commanding, and stern matt now a complete whimpering mess.
you cant help but touch yourself between all of this. secretly sliding your hands into your jeans and under your panties. you insert your fingers inside. not wasting anytime to pump and curl them.
your moans grow louder with each thrust that matt gives you. along with the feeling of your pussy getting some action. the vibrations rattling through his body sends him over the edge. he forcefully pulls you in—the tears slipping down your cheeks as you gag.
“gonna come all over your pretty face,”
“mm—gonna come—“
he holds you still for a few seconds before letting you go. loads of come shooting back into your throat and some along your face.
you fall onto your back and desperately try to find your high. your face still dripping with come, your breathing heavy, yet you’re only focus is on releasing.
matt watches you as he tries to cool down. pushing the hair away from his face before looking down on you.
your legs trembling, your lips parted in a lovely view, and your back arching from the floor.
“oh, matt—i-“
it doesnt take long until your releasing onto your underwear. a feeling of relief washing over you aswell as your orgasm.
“couldn’t wait could you?” he spits.
you instantly open your eyes to see matt hovering above you. his brows furrowed while he kisses along your jaw.
“im sorry,” you pant, “need—needed to come so bad..” you cry. you breathing heavier than ever.
youre only met with a smile before he grips onto your hips. whispering so faintly in your ear you almost miss it,
“i wanna see you undress now.”