. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ MATT BEING A NEEDY MESS ࿐ྂ
its funny, and you almost feel bad for him. matt’s eyes are locked on yours, even if you’re on the other side of the room, he seems to follow your every move intensely with his gaze.
a drink is placed in your hand and a polite laugh across on your face as you talk to other people, dressed in what you call exaggerating chique.
as you walk to the table to take a glance at the weirdly looking pastries , you feel a soft breath next to you. you glance to the side, only to see the same desperate blue eyes of him. they’re wide, and the only thing you can pick up out of the gaze he gives you, is a pathetic neediness.
as a dumb puppy he nods towards the bathroom door, a small pout on his face. you smirk, placing your half full glass down on the table and cross your arms.
“what’s the word?”
you whisper lowly, teasingly. matt lets out the softest whine, he scratches the back of his neck and looks around awkwardly, before focussing his eyes back on you.
“please..”
you roll your eyes, before walking away. he stands there, disappointed and with a pout on his face as he watches you leave. but then you turn around and gesture him to follow you with your finger, a wicked smirk on your face.
and as if he was getting a treat, matt immediately follows you, an excited but yet impatient smile on his face.
“that’s it..” you whisper softly. matt lets out a pathetic moan, his hips bucking up in your hand.
“ngh..”
he whimpers, making the grin on your face widen, and the grip on his cock tighten. his breath is heavy and quick, his adorable blue eyes focused on you and you only, his hand pressed against the door of the bathroom stall, to keep himself from his knees buckling and collasping onto the ground.
his cock is twitching in your hand, the tip oozing out with precum, it’s truly a delicious sight, one that makes your thighs clench together.
“faster..” matt whispers under his breath, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. his eyebrows are scrunched in pleasure, mouth slightly agape as soft pants leave his lips. his mind is only focused on the feeling of your hand on his cock, wanting nothing more than to find release.
you raise one of your brows and give him a look, and without needing to say anything else, matt already has opened his mouth to add an extra word;
“please…”
a/n he’s just a needy boy :(( also what is happening w me being active?? i am a changed woman.
