Tw;Matt the munch,oral(f receiving) ,edging,Dom!matt
The snow had been falling for hours, muffling the world outside the cabin. You were curled under a thick wool blanket on the couch, the fire casting flickers of orange and gold over the wooden walls. The smell of pine mixed with something deeper—Matt’s cologne still clinging to the hoodie he let you steal earlier.
He stood near the window, backlit by soft moonlight and shadows, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a mug of something hot. His jaw tightened slightly as he watched the snow, but when he turned, his blue eyes landed on you with a different kind of heat—something simmering, dark and deliberate."You’ve been teasing me all day," he said quietly, setting the mug down with a soft clink. His voice was low, the kind of voice that made your stomach twist with need. "That little look you gave me when you stretched this morning. The way you sat on the counter... you knew what you were doing."You swallowed hard, heart thudding. "Maybe."He didn’t laugh. Instead, he walked toward you, slow and intentional, stopping in front of the couch.
"Take the blanket off."You obeyed, the cool air kissing your skin where your oversized shirt—(his) shirt—rode high on your thighs. Matt’s gaze flicked over you, his tongue grazing his bottom lip before he dropped to his knees in front of you."You don’t get to cum tonight unless I say so," he murmured, fingers brushing the inside of your knee, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. "You want this? Say it.""I want it," you whispered, already breathless.His smirk was soft but dangerous. "Good."
Matt’s mouth trailed heat over your thigh as his hand slipped between them. He didn’t rush. No, he was slow, cruel in the best way—kissing, stroking, making you whimper but pulling back just when it got too good. Again and again."You're shaking," he teased, voice thick. "You’re so close, aren’t you?"You nodded, gripping the couch cushion behind you like it could ground you. “Matt, please…”He pulled back, licking his fingers as he looked up at you. "Not yet."He did it again. Again. Again.By the fourth time, your legs were trembling, tears stinging the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from aching so much you could barely speak. Your body screamed for release, but Matt was in control. Always in control.He leaned forward, forehead pressed to your inner thigh, his breath hot. "I want to wreck you for the way you drive me crazy. But you’ll wait. You’ll come when I tell you."“Please, Matt,” you begged, voice breaking. “I need it. I need you.”That flicker in his eyes—the softness breaking through the dominance—was your undoing.“Then give it to me,” he whispered, finally pressing his mouth where you needed it most, no more teasing.You shattered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer
Uhm this is kinda ass tbh 😐
