MEAN เฑจเง giving matt a hand job .แ
warnings แฐ.แ sub!matt, mean!dom!reader, orgasm denial, pet names ; good boy & baby, gagging, hand job, degrading, dirty talk, teasing, i think thatโs it ?? >.<
heโs squirming in the passenger seat like itโs too much. legs pressed tight together, his hands clenched uselessly in his lap, wrists twitching with the urge to do somethingโanythingโabout the aching hardness in his jeans. itโs been hours. you havenโt even touched him.
just let your words crawl under his skin and ruin him from the inside out. the windows are fogged over, the engineโs still running but the car is parked in the back of some dark, empty lot. no one around. no one to hear the soft, pathetic little noises slipping from his throat every time you shift beside him.
every time your hand brushes the gearshift or the hem of your skirt rides higher up your thigh, he makes this sound like itโs physically painful not to be inside you. you havenโt even looked at him in ten minutes.
โplease,โ he finally whispers. voice hoarse. he sounds like he might cry. โplease, iโi canโt take it.โ you glance over, slow. calm. your voice is flat when you answer. โcanโt take what?โ he swallows hard. itโs dark, but the streetlight through the windshield hits just enough of his face to show how red his cheeks are and how glossy his eyes look.
โyou,โ he chokes out. โthis. everything. iโm gonna fuckinโ lose it.โ you blink at him and tilt your head slightly. โand what do you want me to do about that?โ he falters. his mouth opens, closes again. you watch his throat bob when he swallows. he doesnโt answer fast enough.
โwow,โ you mutter. โyou really are helpless without me, huh?โ his head dips. a shaky breath leaves his lips. you sigh, leaning back in your seat like youโre still thinking it over. like this isnโt already driving you insane tooโbut you wonโt let him know that. you wonโt give him the satisfaction.
youโve got him right where you want himโdesperate, aching, twitching in his jeans, and absolutely obedient. โtake off your pants,โ you say finally, soft and cold. his head snaps up. his fingers fumble with the button like heโs afraid youโll take it back. you just watch.
he drags the zipper down with trembling hands and exhales hard, like just that little bit of relief is enough to make his head spin. his cock springs up against his stomach, flushed and dripping already. you raise your brows.
โthatโs how needy you are? didnโt even touched you and youโre already leaking?โ he whimpers. his hand twitches toward himself again but he stops shortโjust barely. you smile. โgood boy.โ he shudders. you reach over, finally, finally, and drag your nails gently across his inner thigh.
not even touching where he wants it. just enough to make him twitch. his hips jump. you press your hand down hard on his leg to make him stop moving. โdonโt start grinding like a slut,โ you mutter. โyouโll take what i give you.โ
โyes,โ he gasps. โyes, i will, i will, i promiseโโ you tilt your head again. โyou better.โ you let your fingers drift a little higher, just barely tracing the underside of his cock. his whole body jolts. he lets out the most broken little sound youโve ever heard.
and youโre so meanโyou laugh. โno fucking way,โ you breathe. โyouโre actually about to cry.โ he turns his face toward the window like heโs embarrassed, but you grip his jaw and force him to look at you. your thumb brushes over his flushed cheek. his lips are parted. heโs shaking.
โpoor baby,โ you coo. โhurts, doesnโt it?โ he nods, frantic. his voice is barely audible when he says, โhurts so bad. need you. please. please do something. anything. iโll be good. iโll be so good for you.โ you hum, dragging your nails up the length of him now, slow and lazy.
heโs panting, whimpering like youโre killing him. โyouโll be good?โ you repeat. โthatโs funny. โcause earlier, when i told you to keep your hands to yourself, you didnโt listen.โ โiโm sorry,โ he whines. โi was tryingโi justโI couldnโt help it.โ
โyou could help it,โ you snap, and he flinches. โyou just didnโt.โ his eyes water. you lean in close. your lips brush his ear. โyou donโt get to touch unless i say so. got it?โ he nods. fast. โuse your words.โ you say firmly. โyes,โ he gasps. โyes. i get it. i wonโt touch. i swear.โ
โgood.โ you finally wrap your hand around him, slow and tight and mean. his entire body arches off the seat. he sobs. you squeeze. โnow shut up and take it.โ he tries so hard to stay quiet, tries to bite back every pathetic little sound, but the second your hand wraps fully around him, he breaks.
his head falls back against the seat with a dull thud, mouth open, eyes fluttering shut as his hips twitch involuntarily. his thighs are trembling, his chest is rising and falling too fast. you stroke him once. slow and cruel. your hand just barely tight enough to make him cry out, but nowhere near enough to give him what he wants.
โdonโt fucking move,โ you mutter, your voice low and sharp. โif you buck your hips again, iโll stop.โ he whimpers. โi mean it, matt. you so much as flinch, and iโll let you sit here hard and aching all night. i donโt care if you beg until your voice gives out.โ
his whole body stiffens at thatโlike he believes you. like he knows youโll follow through. because you would. youโve done it before. โโm sorry,โ he whispers, barely holding it together. โi wonโt move. i promise. i wonโt.โ
you hum in approval, then curl your fingers around him again, this time tighter, rougher. you stroke him slow, steady, ignoring the way his thighs twitch, ignoring the choked gasps tumbling out of his mouth. heโs falling apart in the passenger seat and you havenโt even really touched him yet.
โlook at you,โ you murmur, dragging your thumb over the dripping tip just to be mean. he gasps, his hips twitching despite himself, and you immediately pull your hand away. โnoโ! no, iโm sorry, i didnโt mean toโpleaseโโ
you tilt your head, watching him spiral. his cock twitches, flushed and wet and untouched again. you rest your elbow on the console and just stare. โyou think you deserve to cum acting like that?โ he shakes his head instantly. โnโno. no, i donโt. please, iโm sorry. iโll be good.โ
you raise a brow. โyou will be good. because right now, youโre not doing shit.โ โiโll do whatever you want,โ he breathes, desperate and panting. โplease justโi need you to touch me again, pleaseโโ โthen shut up and prove it,โ you snap.
you reach down under your skirt, sliding your fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. you drag the fabric down slow. deliberately slow. his eyes go wide. you keep your gaze locked on him the whole time, never looking away as you tug them down your thighs and off, bunching the soft fabric in your fist.
heโs panting. โopen your mouth,โ you say simply. his breath catches. โwaitโwhatโโ you raise a brow. โyou heard me.โ he hesitates for one second too long, so you tighten your grip on his thighโjust once, sharp enough to make him jolt. โnow.โ his lips part instantly.
you lean in, grabbing his jaw with your free hand to keep him still, and shove the panties into his mouthโyour panties, still warm and damp from being pressed between your thighs. the moment they hit his tongue, his whole body shudders.
he whines. loud. you press the fabric deeper, just enough to muffle him completely. your fingers are in his mouth now too, and he moans around them like itโs the best thing heโs ever tasted. โthere,โ you murmur, smiling faintly. โthatโs better.โ
his eyes flutter shut, cheeks flushed deep red, chest rising and falling like heโs about to combust. he shifts in his seat, trying to adjust himself, and you slap his thighโhard. โstay still.โ he nods fast, lips stretched around the soaked fabric, and lets out a muffled โmmph.โ
you trail your hand back between his legs and wrap your fingers around him again, stroking rougher this timeโfast and unforgiving. he keens behind the gag, jaw slack, drool starting to wet the corner of his mouth. โlook at you,โ you say under your breath.
โso needy youโll suck on my panties just to keep quiet. youโre so filthy.โ he whimpers. loud. his hips twitch and his legs spasm, but he doesnโt dare move more than that. you lean close to his ear. โi could make you choke on them,โ you whisper, voice low and dark and sweet.
โmake you sit here with my taste on your tongue while i ruin you so slow youโll cry..โ he sobs. actually sobs. your strokes slow just slightly, just enough to give him the illusion of reliefโand then you twist your wrist and grip him tighter, making him cry out again.
โyou wanna cum with them in your mouth?โ you taunt, dragging your thumb across the tip just to watch his head slam back against the seat. he nods frantically. the answerโs already pouring out of him in desperate, muffled moans.
you hum like youโre considering it. โi dunno,โ you say lazily. โyou donโt really deserve it, do you?โ he shakes his head. then nods. then shakes it again like he doesnโt know what to say anymore. drool is slipping down his chin now, mixing with the dark, crumpled fabric in his mouth. he looks ruined.
exactly how you like him. you lean in again, your hand never slowing between his legs. โif you cum without permission,โ you murmur, lips brushing his ear, โyouโll sit there like this until we get back home.โ
his whole body shudders. his thighs are trembling. heโs seconds away from losing it, and you can tellโheโs fighting it with everything heโs got. but your hand keeps moving. faster. tighter. rougher. he looks up at you, glassy-eyed and pleading. you smile. โcum.โ
he doesnโt last half a second. his back arches off the seat and he lets out the loudest, most wrecked moan youโve ever heardโeven with your panties in his mouth. his whole body goes tight, shaking as he spills all over your hand, your wrist, the inside of his jeans.
you donโt stop. not right away. you keep stroking until heโs whining, flinching, panting through the aftershocks with tears sliding down his cheeks. you finally let go, then reach up and tug your soaked panties out of his mouth.
he gasps like heโs just surfaced from underwater. you cup his face, gentle now, wiping at the drool and spit and sweat slicking his chin. โsuch a good boy for me,โ you whisper. he just blinks at you. wrecked. silent. and totally fucked out.
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