needed this - Matt Sturniolo
summary: after a month-long business trip, you finally return home to your boyfriend matt. you find out he hasn't came since you left, obviously you have to help him.
warnings: smut, very sub!matt, overstimulating, swearing.
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i've been away with work for just over a month, meaning matt's had the house to himself, i'm finally arriving home this evening.
7:54pm
i twist the key into the white door, pushing it open. the scent i'm so used to filling my nose. "matt!" i call out, placing my bag down by the front door and bending over to unstrap my heels.
"i missed you." he says with a grin, speed walking up to me and wrapping his arms around me. i bury my face into his chest, "how was it?" he asks with a wide smile.
"it was good! how was the empty house?" i say, grabbing matts hand and dragging him upstairs.
"lonley as shit without chris and matt aswell, they've been filming with other creators for ages." matt says with a sigh as we walk into our shared bedroom.
"oh yeah, i saw that tara and shit meetup with them" i say, pulling my minidress off over my head.
i can feel matts eyes laying on me as i scavenge through our closet for anything comfier to wear, giving i've been in dresses for 5 weeks straight.
matt clears his throat, "movie?"
i nod, "yeah, yeah just pick whatever you want sweetheart."
matt flicks on the tv at the end of our bed, i unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet. i grab one one matts shirt, pulling it down past my head,
i jump into bed beside matt, my leg resting across his waist and lap as i cuddle to his side. the netflix intro blares through the room
"jesus christ!!" i laugh, grabbing the remote and turning down the volume. "my bad." matt says with a smile, shaking his head and pulling up the white fuzzy blanket over us.
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8:23pm
i shift the leg which is laying across him, i feel matt grow tense under me, "you okay?" i whisper, looking up at him. "yeah- no yeah- yeah no i'm good." matt stammers, i laugh slightly,
"matt whats wrong?" i say with a giggle, "no- no yeah, shit i'm fine." he says again, his cheeks a deep red as he fidgets with his rings.
"matt." i say with a serious tone. "stop!- i'm fine!" he says, getting worked up.
i sit up in bed abrubtly, the blanket falling off my body, i look down at matts crotch,
hes hard.
he yanks the blanket up over his lap, i pull it back down and straddle his thighs, staring into his eyes. "why are you hard?" i ask quietly, "i'm not!" he instantly replies, his eyes drifting away from mine.
i palm him through his sweatpants, squeezing lightly, he lets out a breathless groan. "so.. what was that?" i tease him,
"i dont know? just your leg moving.." matt says, rubbing his eyes with his fists,
"you got hard from my leg?" i laugh slightly, he nods.
"thats okay." i assure him, reaching for his waistband and toying with it, his breathing intensifies quickly, "why are you so sensitive?" i ask, "just been different since you left a month ago" matt says quietly
"different like how?" i push,
"haven't- you know.." he sighs, "i don't know actually." i reply cheekily.
he doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on my hand which is resting just under his waistband. "tell me the last time you touched yourself" i say, matt goes redder somehow.
"month ago." he says, barely audible "thats okay." i say, tugging his waistband down. "please.." matt whines slightly, "i know." i say, pulling his waistband down to his mid-thighs.
"you want this?" i ask, lifting my self off his thighs to pull my panties off, "jesus, obviously." he says, i shoot him a 'watch your tone' look and he instantly goes quiet.
i sit up, hovering myself above matts tip, which is now red. his hands stay by his sides, i'm 95% sure his brain is so fogged he doesn;t know what to do with them anymore.
i grab his cold hands, placing them on my waist. i stay sitting above his tip for a few more seconds, its tempting to see how worked up i can get matt. he trys to guide me down, but i resist.
"please." he says, "matthew, stop whining and tell me what the fuck you want." i say, "please, you know what i want" matt says shyly, i stay still, waiting for him to practically beg.
"ride me, please?" he breathes out, i can see his stomach jolting up and down from his desperate breaths underneath his white sweater.
i nod, moving my hair to one side and slowly sinking onto matt, he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands dropping from my waist and balling up the white fuzzy blanket. i slowly take more of his length before bottoming out, sitting comfortably on his dick as matt lets out small whimpers
"you alright?" i ask, grabbing his hand which is squeezing the sheets.
he nods his head, "look at me, matt." i say, he opens his eyes, letting in small breaths. "calm. down." i say, he nods again as his top teeth sink into his pink bottom lip.
i slowly start to bounce on him, his eyes stay fixed on me as i quicken my pace. i throw my head back as i balance my hands on his thighs behind me.
"close- really close." matt squeezes out, "no, not yet matt." i tell him.
"i can't, oh my fuck-" he whines, his grip on my waist tightening, the cold metal of his rings pressing against the warmth of my skin.
"you can, and will." i say, placing a hand on his stomach to balance myself as i continue to ride him. he lets out soft groans as he throws his head back into the pillows, his hair flopping.
"your okay, your doing so well." i say with a small moan as I repeatedly hit my g-spot.
suddenly i feel matt release, coating my insides. matt rubs his eyes "did i tell you you could do that?" i say, looking into matts eyes.
"im sorry, shit- i'm so sorry." he rambles, instead of pulling off him, i chase my own orgasm. he groans from overstimulation, "too much, sensitive-" he says,
"is it my fault you came early?" i say as i sit down on his cock, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone.
he shakes his head, somewhat arching his back off the bed as his hands dig into my waist. i let my head falll foward as i look down at matts hands,
"fuck it hurts." matt says,
we have an established safe word, he knows he can use it whenever he needs, but he's not.
"you want me to stop?" i ask, he pauses for a moment before letting out a breathless "no. fuck please dont-"
i continue to bounce on his length, i feel the pit in my stomach growing as my cheeks flush, matt has mutiple tears falling down his cheeks.
"i think i'm close-" matt says, my eyebrows twist with a small laugh "again?" i question, "yeah- shit." matt groans .
i clench around him, i think thats enough for matt to finish. the knot in my stomach snaps as i feel matt finish again. i collapse down onto matts chest as i attempt to catch my breath, he reaches down and pulls out of me with a wince.
"you okay? did i hurt you?" i say as i rest my face on matts shoulder.
"yeah- no im fine, needed that a lot." he says, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.
after a handful of minutes i sit up on matts lower stomach before lifting myself off him, stepping down onto the plush of our carpet. "c'mon, lets get you cleaned up." i say, wiping matts face with one hand, matt stays still on the bed.
"matt? stand up" i say, matt has a small smile on his face, he wipes his eyes before starting.
"i cant.. stand."
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