★ RIDE ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT . . . m.s
⤷ in which . . . matt punishes you by making you work for it
⤷ warnings . . . heavyyy & rough smut, explicit sexual content, use of pet names, pull out method, fingering, switch!matt, degradation, filthy praise, riding, orgasm control, oral sex, (fem!recieving) intense dirty talk, light humiliation kink, overstimulation, implied aftercare, multiple orgasms/rounds, explicit language, clit play, teasing, brat taming, everything is done with consent!!!!!
⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
matt’s shirt is half off, hair messy, mouth still wet from where he was just between your thighs. you’re straddling his hips, fully naked, body flushed from the way he edged you with his tongue until you were trembling. your thighs ache, your heart is racing, and your cunt is soaked. you think he’s about to flip you over and fuck you dumb.
but instead, he leans back on his elbows, head tilted lazily as he looks you up and down with that cocky smirk that makes your stomach flip. “no hands,” he says, voice low, thick. “if you wanna cum, ride me like you fucking mean it.” your breath catches. you blink down at him, mouth parted. “matt—”
“nah.” he licks his lips, slow and deliberate, already guiding the head of his cock against your soaked folds. “you’ve been acting like a brat all night. teasing me under the table. whispering in my ear like you didn’t know what it would do to me.” he lines himself up and starts to push in, just the tip, enough to make you gasp and twitch on top of him.
“go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his hands behind his head like he’s settling in for a show. “show me how bad you want it. bounce on my cock. make me cum.” your whole body burns. it’s not that you don’t want to, it’s that he’s never talked to you like this. all laid back and in control, cock hard and throbbing beneath you like he’s desperate to ruin you, but still holding back. letting you do the work. letting you earn it.
you lift your hips and sink down onto him slowly, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. he groans beneath you, his jaw clenching tight as you take all of him. “fuck—look at that,” he mutters. “takin’ every inch like a good girl. all talk earlier, but now you can’t even look me in the eye.”
you bite your lip and start to move. slow at first, hips rolling, grinding against him in circles. “uh-uh,” he warns. “you wanna cum? ride me.” you whimper, already trembling as you start to bounce, his cock dragging in and out of you, thick and perfect, hitting that spot over and over. your hands twitch like you want to grab his chest, or his shoulders, something, but you don’t.
you obey. you ride him with everything you’ve got, tits bouncing, mouth falling open as breathy moans spill out uncontrollably. your thighs are already starting to burn. he watches you with dark eyes, tongue flicking over his lip, clearly struggling to keep still. “oh my god,” he groans. “makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart…”
you nod, frantic. “mmm, you’re close baby..”
“mmm..fuck—” he moans. “make me cum baby...” you moan at his words, grinding harder, chasing friction. you’ve never seen him like this, in charge but still letting you take the lead. lazy dominance. filthy praise. aching control.
but then his jaw tightens. his abs twitch. he’s close. “fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, finally letting his hands move, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock hard and fast. “ride it, baby, just like that.” you’re crying out, overstimulated and wrecked, your head falling back as he thrusts up to meet you. matt throws his head back, letting out soft whimpers as you move against him. “oh, oh yes—just like that baby..” matt murmurs as he lets his orgasm take over him.
he grabs your jaw, pulls your face down, eyes locked on yours. and he flips you. he doesn’t let you breathe. his hand presses your wrists above your head as he slides into you hard, deep, his breath hot against your neck.
“you think you can tease me like that and not get ruined?” he growls. “this is what you fuckin’ wanted, yeah?” he’s everywhere. inside you, on top of you, in your mind. he groans as you clench hard. “cum f’me.”
your orgasm rips through you like lightning, thighs shaking, body arching, stars behind your eyes. and then, he pulls out and finishes across your stomach, hot ropes painting your skin. he collapses beside you, panting, wiping sweat from his brow.
you turn to look at him, still catching your breath. “…are you tired?” he smirks, pulling you in by the waist, voice low and hoarse. “nah. that was part one.” you don’t even have time to protest before he’s between your legs again, his head dipping down licking up his own cum and your slick like it’s dessert.
you barely have time to blink before he’s already between your legs again, big hands prying your thighs apart like you’re not sensitive, like you’re not twitching from the aftershocks. he’s staring at your cunt. messy, glistening, still leaking, and he fucking groans. “look at this,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “i just fucked the attitude outta you and this pussy’s still fuckin’ begging for me.”
your breath stutters. “matt—i… i can’t—”
“you can,” he snaps, mouth already dragging slow kisses up your inner thigh. “and you will.”
his voice turns softer, dangerous. “we’re not done until you’re crying on my tongue.” you gasp when he licks a stripe through your folds, slow and deep. he groans like it’s his first taste, like he hasn’t already had his tongue in you for what felt like hours earlier. he flattens it against your clit and sucks, gentle at first, just enough to make you jolt. “still so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs. “can taste myself on you too. filthy fuckin’ girl.”
his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping them spread wide as his tongue circles your clit, slow and controlled. he knows exactly what he’s doing, just enough pressure to make your spine arch, not enough to push you over the edge.
“m-matt,” you whimper, hips twitching, hands fumbling through the sheets. “mmmph—“ he looks up at you with that wicked glint in his eyes. he presses two fingers inside your soaked cunt without warning, curling them perfectly. “you’re fuckin’ dripping. your body’s begging for it.”
your back arches when he sucks harder, lips wrapping around your clit as he fucks you with his fingers, slow but deep. he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even hesitate. just moans against you like he’s addicted.
and fuck, maybe he is. “god, you taste so fuckin’ good when you’ve just been ruined,” he grits, licking into you again. your thighs snap closed around his head, but he just groans and keeps going, hands spreading you open again as he devours you. you’re soaked. overstimulated. twitching under his mouth. your moans are slurred now, high and helpless, your body betraying you even as you cry that it’s too much.
“m-matt—i’m gonna—i can’t—” he lifts his mouth just enough to growl, “you’re gonna cum all over my fuckin’ face, okay pretty girl?” and you do. it hits you harder than the last, your body locking up, vision going white, your cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucks you through it, tongue still lapping at your clit like he’s chasing your soul with every stroke.
you sob his name, shaking, back arching off the bed as you fall apart completely. he doesn’t stop. his mouth is messy, lips wet with you, his jaw moving slow and firm as he keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps ruining. you’re gasping, thrashing weakly, overstimulation turning to something that feels like torture, but he just moans like he’s in heaven.
“again,” he growls, voice dark, possessive. “cum on my tongue again.” you don’t even get a warning. your body just breaks. again. another wave crashes through you, harder than before, leaving you breathless and wrecked and twitching beneath him.
when he finally pulls back, his face is soaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. he looks proud. satisfied. like he just fucking conquered you. he crawls up your body, hovering over you, brushing your hair from your sweaty face as he kisses your jaw.
“you good, baby?” you can’t even answer. you’re limp. glassy-eyed. your voice cracks when you try to speak, so you just nod slowly, still trembling, but you feel so amazing. matt smirks, kissing your temple. “good.”
💌: this isn’t part of my brat tamer!matt au but wow why do i kind of wanna write a whole fic of brat tamer!matt being a sub!!!
