pathetic - Matt Sturniolo
summary: after spending the whole day bickering with your boyfriend, the only option he gives you to get yourself off is to use his thigh.
contains: thigh riding, slight humiliation if you squint, desperate!reader, soft!dom matt
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i stay seated on the arm chair in the living room while matt manspreads on the couch, he’s been ignoring me for the past hour because i “was starting to piss him off”
i cross my legs on the chair as i observe matt, his top teeth slightly sinking into his bottom lip, his arms crossed showing all his tattoos.
his tattoos make me feel a certain way, they turn me on in times like these.
i squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some sort of relief from the ache between my legs
“matt” i say softly, his gaze moves from the tv over to me with a small hum
i toy with the straps of my white tank top, pulling them down to my mid biceps seductively
he instantly looks back at the tv dismissively, i let out a small puff of air frustratedly
“matt” i repeat, my eyes burning into his side profile
he doesn’t respond.
“i need you matt- i need your hands.. anything.” i say, matt looks over at me
“c’mere.” he demands, pointing to the spot infront of him on the floor.
i instantly spring up off the arm chair, speed walking over to the spot infront of matt on the floor, i look down at him on the couch.
“shorts off.” he says, i shimmy my brandy melville shorts down to my ankles before stepping out of them.
“take your tank top off cause you were so desperate to 5 minutes ago.”
i follow his instructions, pulling off my tank top.
i stand fully revealed in front of matt, studying his face carefully.
he pats his right thigh, i hesitate for a second before straddling his thigh.
i feel embarrassed for a second, sitting completely bare on matt’s thigh which is clothed, just like the rest of his body.
he goes back to watching the tv, i go to reach for the waist band of his pyjama pants but he grabs my wrist “nope” he says quietly.
i whine out of embarrassment before slowly starting to rock back and forth on his leg.
“oh fuck-“ i whisper out, placing my hands on his shoulders for support
i repeatedly brush my clit against the fabric of his pants, earning loud whimpers from me.
i flip my head forward, resting on his shoulder as my hair drapes over his chest and neck.
with each rock on his thigh i let out a loud moan “such a fucking slut oh my god.” matt breathes out, almost amused.
my cheeks flush, matt stays looking foward at the tv not paying much attention to me desperately trying to get myself off on his thigh.
i whimper directly into his ear, feeling myself get close
“good girl, let me help you— come all over my thigh” matt speaks before pushing his thigh up, putting more pressure on my clit.
“matt!—“ i call out, squeezing my eyes shut
“so worked up.” he says with a smile, grabbing my hips and pressing me down onto him
“look at you, riding my leg, humping all over my thigh.” matt gently laces his hand into the back of my hair, bringing my head away from his shoulder
he tilts my head down to look at where we meet, his pants which now have a reasonably large damp spot.
my mouth goes slack, matt palms himself with his free hand through his pants, relieving some pressure.
“matt oh my god—“ i whine, my head falling fowards into his chest
matt presses his thigh up again, i let out a loud moan of his name, my nails scratching his shoulders as i feel my orgasm crash over me
all the pleasure i just felt hitting me at once, i arch my back. matt groans at the sight, he can now feel me pulsating on his leg.
i slowly come to a stop, the stimulation becoming too much as i pull back from matt’s chest and lock eyes with him. his cheeks are flushed and he has a small innocent smile on his face.
i’m a panting mess as i glance down between my legs at the mess i made.
“you were wet” he laughs slightly
“me?” i say with a small smirk, pointing down at the very obvious patch that matt’s attempting to cover with his hand
“you’re acting tough when you came in your pants” i tease,
“you’re acting tough like you didn’t just get yourself off on my actual thigh for 10 minutes.” he bites back,
i go to open my mouth again but matt stops me
“you’re acting tough like you weren’t begging me to touch you then ended up resorting to rubbing yourself on my clothes.” he follows up his last comment
i cover my face with my hands “shut up!!” i smile, “go get changed pretty” matt laughs, tapping my hip.
i slowly lift myself off of him, stumbling over to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“sorry about your pants.” i say while redressing myself in the small amount of fabric i had on earlier
“don’t apologise, that shit was so hot.” matt says back, i shake my head with a grin on my face.
i flop back down on the couch next to matt, he reaches a hand out and fixes my messy hair.
just then i hear the door unlock, followed by chris walking inside “sorry guys, gotta piss” he says frantically while jogging over to the stairs with a small glance at us.
“matt why the fuck are your pants so wet did you piss yourself?” he calls out as he runs up the stairs
matt’s eyes widen, his cheeks instantly flushing again
“i spilt water!” he calls out.
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hey guys!! i hope you liked this it was really fun to write
also billie’s world tour wtf?? AND NOT COMING TO NZ but it’s okay i’m going to australia im so excited STOP
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