𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 - matthew sturniolo
… “not so tough now, are you?”
matt fixed you with a glare, arms bound behind his back as he refused to give you the satisfaction you pried for. he would rather be caught dead than allow you any semblance of power over him, though it was more than evident you were making the boy nervous.
your hand reached around his cock—feeling the low, pulsating buzz of the cold silver ring vibrator snuggled around his base. he tried his best to muffle his pathetic moans while you tugged at his poor prick.
it was mesmerizing, the way his pink tip leaked out beads of pre-cum with every jerk of your hand, you absolutely relished in the way he struggled against your hold.
“you’re so fucking dirty. letting me tie you up like this…” you pushed his plush thighs further apart.
matt whined, fluttering his eyes shut whenever you’d greedily squeeze his base. he felt so timid under your hungry eyes.
you watched his face scrunch up cutely. It was truly adorable how determined he was to resist giving in to you.
“let me cum.” he choked out—head falling limp as he gazed deliriously at the hand working his cock. it didn’t take long for tiny whines and whimpers to tumble past his pink lips, so you released him, letting his cock suspend pitiably in the air.
matt miserably bucked his hips and sobbed, chasing your touch as he came down from the high that was cruelly ripped away from him.
“you’re a bitch.” he sniffled, tears pooling in his eyes as you edged him for the nth time that night.
“and you’re a brat.” you shrugged. satisfaction swelled in your chest while you watched him squirm and grind his eager hips into absolutely nothing.
“at least let me taste you.” he murmured softly, peeking at you from under his lashes. he sat in stunned silence as you shook your head. even denying him the privilege to put his hungry tongue on your pussy—he can’t even please you?
instead you began to peel the clothes off of your skin layer by layer and matt’s eyes darted across your body. his pretty mouth ran dry as soon as you pushed your pink panties past your thighs.
“please, need to taste you.” he rolled his hips with a stifled whimper, craving your sweet flavor on his tastebuds.
his eyes trailed your figure rummaging through the bedside drawer, a smirk dancing on your lips as you retrieved a tiny bullet vibrator.
a vibrator? you were going to use a vibrator instead of his mouth??
you sat in front of him, pussy on full display as you placed the vibrator on your clit.
matt’s blue eyes fixated on the way your face face twisted in pleasure, and it drove him insane that he wasn’t the one responsible for it.
he tugged against his restraints once again, wanting nothing more than to fuck his tongue past your folds and have your beautiful thighs wrapped around his head.
“please? i’ll be good—won’t talk back.” he softened his tone. matt didn't care anymore; he was willing to let you win just this once.
you pondered for a moment, removing the vibrator from your pussy and studying his eyes in contemplation before leaning over his constrained body. you push the vibrator against his tip—watching him buck and hiss at the sudden waves of pleasure.
“w-wait! too much, stop it please!” he mewled as you applied more pressure onto his angry tip.
“but i thought you wanted to cum, matt?” you teased, placing a kiss on matt’s forehead while he helplessly babbled beneath you.
thick tears streamed down his pink cheeks once you pulled the vibrator away again.
“no! why’d you-“ you cut him off abruptly, kneeling on the bed and grasping clumps of his hair between your fingers as you pressed his head onto your pussy. matt moaned against you, delicate tongue prodding at your enterance.
“look at you, finally putting your tongue to good use.” you pinned his hair back, the sight of his submissive, swollen blue eyes gazing up at you sending a surge of pleasure over your body.
matt’s lips pursed around your clit, sucking the bud gently. his face was fully covered in your slick as he took everything you gave him.
“what happened to all of that attitude now, huh? just a moment ago you were mouthing off and now you’re tied up, pleasing me like a pussy drunk slut.”
matt couldn’t take it anymore, eyes rolling to his skull as white spurts of cum leaked out of his tip at your malicious words. …
𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ↝ soupuurr