˖°. control - m.s ˖°.
contents: smut. sub!matt. handjob. orgasm control. + more
matt’s back arches with a strained breath, muscles tense and twitching under your touch. his fingers claw at the sheets, hips jerking upward in search of anything, but you’re holding him still—teasing, denying, controlling every twitch.
“please,” he chokes out, voice cracked and needy. “i can’t—i need to cum. baby, please, just let me. i’ll do anything.”
your strokes stay slow and steady, just tight enough to make him twitch, not nearly enough to let him fall apart. you tilt your head, voice calm, almost teasing. “mm… not sure you’ve earned it.”
he lets out a shaky breath, head tossing back, jaw clenched like it’s the only way to keep from sobbing. “fuck, baby—please,” he whimpers, hips stuttering up into your hand. “i can’t—please, let me cum.”
you barely brush your thumb over the tip before he’s cumming—thick streams spilling out fast, dripping down his stomach and onto your hand. his whole body jerks with it, chest heaving, thighs trembling as the release hits him like a shockwave after being edged so long.
“shit, baby I— I didn’t mean to,” he stammers, voice cracking, face flushed. he leans in for a kiss, eyes pleading.
but you pull back, grip tightening around his cock as you give it a mean little slap.
he gasps, hips twitching, still too sensitive.
“you didn’t even ask,” you say, voice low. he whines softly, still trembling. “can’t control yourself at all.”
a/n: mmmm yes please!
