gamer guy | mattias samuelsson
warnings: dirty talk, dry humping, coming in pants, begging, a little degradation, mattias’ very deep voice practically causing reader’s orgasm
pairing: mattias samuelsson x reader
request: “mattias samuelsson’s thighs demand to be ridden…. and he’d be hella degrading about it….. don’t you think…..” yes, i do, but this is reader grinding against his lap
wc: 984
“Yeah, baby? Is that right?” Mattias’s voice washed over your body like warm honey. His voice was teasing, his fingers tapping at your sides. “Feels so good you just can’t keep quiet, huh?”
Until about five minutes ago, he was playing his stupid video game, the one that made him bite his tongue in concentration. You hadn’t been too upset by his lack of attention on you, at first, but when his shorts started riding up and revealed the hemline of his briefs, you felt like you would start salivating any second lest your boyfriend get his big hands on you.
“Ti,” You whined, your hands gripping his t-shirt as you continued to grind down on his lap.
You could feel his cock through his clothes, practically bursting through the fabric with how hard he was, but he was a tease. He acted unaffected, shushing you and brushing your hair out of your face.
“Pathetic, aren’t you? Wiggling on top of me, distracting me from my game, just because you need a release? You could’ve asked me, baby. I would’ve helped you out.” Mattias smiled at you, goofy and wide. He wasn’t lifting a finger from your waist now, staying still underneath you.
“Need it, Mattias. Give me something,” You begged.
Mattias shook his head. “No. You started this, you have to finish it.”
You let out a groan that’s more akin to a sob as you continue to rub your core against his positively straining cock. “Couldn’t help it,” You said to him, pouting in his face.
All the pout did was make Mattias smile wider.
“Just… seeing you,” You pant out, “Like that. Made me think of all the times you made me feel so good, Ti.”
His smile started to fade and his fingers squeezed your sides.
“Your fingers– oh– they moved so fast on the controller, baby, and it made me think of all the times they’ve been inside me–”
Mattias’s eyes started to rake over your figure, fixating on your chest.
“And fuck, Ti, your tongue– I couldn’t stop thinking about how it moves against my clit. God, Ti, you always make me come so hard I see stars.” You ground down against him more frantically, feeling his cock twitch as you continued to speak.
He was silent, but his eyes stayed on your chest, watching your breasts bounce with each grind. His right hand drifted up to thumb over the spot where your nipple was pressing against your shirt, creating a pronounced bump under the soft cotton of the tee.
“Mattias,” You moaned, feeling the fabric of his member catch against your entrance in a long, drawn out drag. “Your cock, baby, your cock.”
Your breaths came out like a chant, like a cheer, and it was not lost on Mattias. For someone who seemed so aloof, so sarcastic, so “I don’t care what you think of me as long as I can make you laugh,” he was struck with the amount of love that dripped from your voice, even when he wasn’t giving you anything.
You fucked down on his cock, feeling it press against you but never enter you, and his eyes grew lidded as you let out your little whines and moans. His hands splayed out over your ass, covering the cheeks completely with how big they were, and his eyes drifted up from your chest to your lips.
“Think you can bait me into fucking into you?” Mattias asked, sounding unimpressed with your words. “Baby, you want me so bad, but you can’t make me do anything about it.”
You rolled your eyes, let down, but your mouth dropped open with a satisfying roll of your hips. Your clit caught against the fabric of his shorts, bunched up around his tip. You aimed to roll your hips in the same way, in the same spot, hoping the friction would bring you to the edge.
Mattias’s hands found your hips, grasping your hipbones and guiding you along his lap, even though he told you he wouldn’t help you get off. His controller lay long forgotten on his thigh, rocking precariously with each move of your hips.
Your pussy was dripping, soaking through your panties and shorts enough that the fabric was caught between your lips. If Mattias looked down to where you connected, he’d see a cameltoe and a wet spot along his shorts that showed just how badly you needed him, how badly you wanted him, and how badly you loved him.
“Come,” Mattias commanded, his voice low and soothing. “I know you can, baby, come.”
And, honestly, his words might have been the reason you tensed against his lap and felt yourself clench around nothing as the warmth spread to your fingertips. It was likely, even, that his deep voice and sureness, pure need, caused you to come just from a word.
It was then, during the aftershocks, that Mattias fucked up against you, prolonging the release for which you had worked and pleaded. His length dragged against you, causing you to flinch and cry out with each thrust. He fucked against you until his own release, his lips capturing yours as you felt the wet spot of his pants grow damper with his own come.
“Fuck,” Mattias said, pressing hard kiss after hard kiss against your mouth. “So good, aren’t you? Fucking yourself ‘til you come, letting me fuck up against you ‘til I come. My girl, so pretty, so good.”
The compliments falling from his lips made you whine, clenching against him and grinding down just enough to feel him growing softer after his release.
“Ti,” You whimpered. “Need you again.”
Mattias’s forehead made contact with yours and he chuckled, staring into your eyes with something that looked like disbelief. You nodded. This night wouldn’t end until you were both naked and satiated– and round two needed to start right now.
notes: hi. i’m drunk (at the time of writing this) (at the time of posting it, i'm in a showing of challengers that will likely start my threesome era). mattias samuelsson is a loser and i want him to be my big-boy (SZA reference) boyfriend. @yauchfilms introduced me to him and i need him BADLY. dear kit, if i get a chance with him, i’m taking it. idc if he looks 40 and gets chirped about it. he can be MY dilf.