pretty when you cry - matt sturniolo
in which matt unintentionally reminds you your just another one of his girls
warning !! slightly suggestive
It was a bad idea. You knew that. Yet here you were, walking down the street, looking for the bar Matt asked you to meet him at. He was like a drug. He was so bad for you, but you couldn't get enough. Something about him kept you wanting more. Whether it was the devilish look in his eye or the way he spoke to you, you were captivated by him.
A bright neon sign attached to a brick building caught your attention. The place Matt would be. You let a breath as you pulled open the door, a bell chiming above you as you stepped in. You pulled down your tight, black skirt as you approached the bar area.
This place was quite different than the other bars you've been to. You were used to seeing half-naked girls and people snorting lines in the bathroom, but this was different. It was quite a high-end bar and there was hardly anyone in there. It was beautifully lit with warm lighting and soft rock music filled the air.
As you scoped out the room, your eyes landed on Matt. He sat at the bar, talking to the bartender. He wore a black t-shirt, exposing his tattooed skin. The way he leaned against the bar with his legs slightly spread had your heart racing in your chest.
You made your way over to him, subtly biting your lip in anticipation. Almost like he had eyes in the back of his head, he pulled the seat out next to him. You took a seat, crossing your legs, careful not to expose the panties you picked out for him.
"I ordered for you." You turned your head, meeting Matt's intense stare. His eyes traveled down your body, stopping at your thighs, which were fully on display for him. They made their way back up, stopping at your chest, before going back to looking into your eyes.
"Thank you." You gave him a small smile which made him smirk to himself.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispered. You felt your cheeks go flush as his hot breath tickled your skin. He pulled away, quite amused at the flustered look on your face. "What? Did I make you nervous, sweetheart?" His tone was quite arrogant as if he knew how much power he held over you.
Before you could answer, the bartender sat your drinks down in front of you with a smile. You picked up your glass, taking a swig of the dark liquid to help you loosen up a bit. As the burning liquid traveled down your throat, you closed your eyes, letting the liquid courage sink in.
Beside you, Matt watched you drink over the rim of his glass, making you set your glass down. "So, why'd you wanna see me tonight?" You weren't sure why you asked that question. It just slipped out of your mouth.
"Am I not allowed to see my pretty girl?"
Although those words made you scream internally, they stung. How could he call you his pretty girl? He couldn't commit to you, let alone stay faithful. You've seen him around town, in bars and clubs, touching on other girls, but you couldn't say anything. I mean, you did decide to meet up with him.
"You are, just didn't expect you to want to see me is all."
A soft breath left his lips as he registered your words. His hand found your thigh, squeezing the thick skin. "I always want to see you," he said lowly, his voice laced with seduction. He picked up his glass, knocking back the rest of what was in his cup. You mirrored his actions, trying to put your focus on something else but him.
His arm left the table and rested on the bare skin of your shoulder. His gentle touch alone sent shivers down your spine. His fingers began to move around your shoulder, tracing patterns onto the skin.
After a minute, the song on the stereo changed. "Wanna dance, sweetheart?"
You turned to look at him. His eyes were already on you, traveling around your face as he waited for your answer. "Yeah, sure." He gave you a satisfied smirk, which you returned.
The two of you walked toward the middle of the room, giving yourselves space to dance. As the soft rock melody filled the air, Matt grabbed onto your waist. He pulled you close to him, leaving a small space between the two of you. Your arms rested on his shoulder, your fingers brushing against his back.
The two of you began to sway to the music, finding your rhythm as the music went on. His large hands held onto you tightly, making you feel the most secure you've ever felt. His eyes stared down at you, hungrily watching as you swayed.
"Matt, it's not polite to stare," you teased in a low tone.
"Can I not stare at my pretty baby?"
Those words made you melt beneath him. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in a desperate stare. His eyes wandered down to your lips before flitting back up to your eyes. His thumb found your bottom lip, pulling down the plump skin, watching as it bounced back into place.
His hand found your jaw, his rough fingers feeling so familiar on your skin, and pulled you closer to him. Your lips connected, sending sparks through your body. The taste of alcohol rested on his lips, making the kiss ten times more passionate.
As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hand traveled up into your hair. He tangled his fingers in the dark strands, tugging at them. A quiet moan left your mouth at the pull, making him smirk into the kiss.
He bit down on your bottom lip as he pulled away, letting it fall, making you softly gasp. "Did you like that?" he whispered. You mumbled a response making him smirk. "Let's get outta here."
The drive back to your house felt like an eternity. You grew impatient in the passenger seat, looking out the window to distract yourself. Matt didn't even have to try when it came to driving you insane.
He grabbed onto your hand as you walked to the front door. You fumbled with the keys, frantically unlocking the door as he watched you. You pushed the door open, leading him inside. You led him to the couch, signaling for him to take a seat.
He looked so pretty on your couch. He was leaning against the pillows, his legs slightly spread with his arms on the back of the couch. He made a subtle gesture towards his lap, signaling for you to take a seat.
You straddled his lap, letting your legs dangle over him. His hands found the small of your back, resting them dangerously close to your ass. You couldn't help but notice the way he bit his lip as he looked at you. His eyes were full of hunger as they locked onto your chest. "You can take it off," you whispered. His eyes looked up at yours, slightly widened in shock by your boldness.
His hands found the tie of your top, undoing it in a slow tease. He watched as it fell, leaving you in your black bra. His hands reached for them, cupping them through the fabric. Your breath got caught in your throat as he touched you.
Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. As your lips moved in sync, his hands stayed on you, fondling your breasts through your bra.
The kiss became more hungry as you ground down on him, moans escaping your lips. His hands found the clasp of your bra, carefully undoing it. As your breasts fell free, he took them in his hands, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
You pulled away, letting out little pants as your eyes focused on his hands. You hungrily watched as he toyed with your breasts, sending heat straight to your core.
“So pretty.” He replaced his hands with his mouth, his lips attaching to your right nipple. This earned a gasp from you, your head slightly tipping back.
“Fuck, Matt.” Your hands found his hair, pushing him closer to you. The pleasure doubled as your hips continued to circle, making him groan on your breast.
A sudden vibration beneath you made you gasp. You moved off of his lap, sitting beside him on the couch. You began to catch your breath as you watched him slide his phone out of his pocket. Your eyes traveled over the bright screen, your heart dropping as you saw what was on the screen.
You scoffed to yourself as you grabbed your bra. Matt stood up from the couch as you slipped it on. He held the phone up to his ear, greeting the person on the other end. You watched as he listened to Lena, your stomach starting to hurt.
As he hung up, you stood up beside him. “Who was it?”
“Nobody. Look, I have to go. I’ll see you later?”
You tilted your head at him, slightly squinting your eyes. He wore a confused look making you let out a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”
“See you later, sweetheart. I won’t have you waiting too long.” He gave you a smirk and a wink before heading towards the front door.
As you watched him get in the car through the window, your eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears.
You were right. You shouldn’t have met up with him. Tears began to run down your cheeks as you walked back to the couch. You picked up your top, clutching it to your chest as you cried.
It’s like you were an object. Just another girl he could call when he needed some fun. But you could never say no. And after all, you did look pretty when you cried.
a/n: I wrote this out of pure boredom in the middle of the night…😭