#sturnercy

[sturnercy]

introducing !fratboymatt and !nonchalantreader…

summary: matt is a bit offended at the fact that you seem to be showing no interest in him at all, he doesn’t understand why he’s so ticked off about it but it makes him want you even more.

contains: small bit of smut, pet name, no use of “y/n”

after catching up on some homework that your professor decided to pile on, you decided to head over to your friends frat house, yes, frat house. you recently made friends with matt during a frat party, ironically enough.

despite it though, you came over and plopped yourself down onto the couch, he conveniently passed by and sat down beside you, grabbing his laptop and placing it down on his lap as he looked over at you, giving you an exhausted expression. “you’ve got work too, huh?” you say, as he simply nods before he turns his attention to the laptop, tapping away at his assignment.

though, while he was doing so. matt couldn’t help but sneak glances over at you, his eyes trailing along your features and curves. why was he doing this? he was a man, oddly enough but he shook his head and turned back to his laptop. you, on the other hand, were glued to your phone, one leg dangling off the couch while the other was pressed up against your chest, you were in a comfortable position right now, like in your own little world.

matt, however, was beginning to get a bit irritated, he didn’t know why he was acting like this. he never made moves on you before so why was he craving your attention? he never craved anyone’s attention this badly, he had other women practically throwing themselves at him but you? you were ignoring his existence, it hurt his ego a bit. “hey, do i not bother you or something?” he asked, his eyes trailing along the features of your face. “hm? no.” you say so nonchalantly, your answer was sending him into a damn spiral, why aren’t you obsessed with him? why are you not attracted to him?

he huffed as he looked away from you, a slight pout from his lips began to form as he tried to wrap his head around it. “you could’ve at least said yes, give me some ounce of validation.” he said, his tone a bit bitter now, he wasn’t used to this, it felt so weird and irritating. though, you were a bit confused by his words and sudden change in attitude. “oh. my bad, i don’t really get what you mean, matt.” you said as you looked at him with a rather confused expression, raising your eyebrow while you were at it.

he furrowed his brow, his irritation growing. how could you be so goddamn oblivious? he hated it. he hated everything about you at this moment. “oh, c’mon, mittens. you’re supposed to be attracted to me! i'm supposed to be some pretty frat guy that you want all over you. you should be paying attention to me, not your stupid phone." he snapped, the words leaving his mouth before he could process them. your eyes widened nonetheless as you tried to come up with something to not hurt his ego even more.

“um, i’m just not really attracted to you like–“ you say, before you were cut off, matt had practically pushed you down onto the couch, his eyes darkened and filled with irritation. “and why not? i’m attracted to you, okay? just give me something here… please.” he said as he hovered over you, his arms at either side of your head, as he kept you underneath him, his cheeks warm and clearly wanting your attention, your love.

you couldn’t understand why but you felt such an urge to just reciprocate those feelings back but you don’t necessarily know how too. you looked up at him as you shrugged your shoulders, matt returned your look with a slight growl as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours roughly, you irritated him enough, he just wanted your damn attention and love. his lips felt warm against yours and honestly, you couldn’t pull away, you practically melted against him as you reached up to caress his face. now, once he received that little touch from you? it was game over. he continued to kiss you deeply, forcing his tongue to push pass your lips as his hand trailed down to your hip, grabbing at it before it went down to your leg, gripping it tightly as he wrapped it around his waist.

once he did that, it was pretty much over for you. he couldn’t help himself as he began to press his hips against yours, practically rubbing his front against yours, wanting you to feel how attracted he was to you. the little conversation about attraction turned into something more, and roughly ending with your clothes scattered around the living room, he couldn’t help but grow a smirk as he looked down at the mess he made of you. “so? you attracted to me now, mittens?” he asked, as he leaned down, pecking your red swollen lips after he practically fucked you senseless. “hm? i mean i guess.” you say, as you huffed, trying to control your breathing after having to take him all in. his eyes widened as he let out a whine, his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned down, taking a bite at your neck. “hey! what do you mean you guess?” he protested, murmuring against your skin, a slight pout on his lips despite the chuckle that left them as he heard you giggle, god, you were cute.

“alright, alright, get off.” you say, as you pushed him back, your hands pressing against his shoulders as you two began to move from your current position. you had a feeling from here on out, that he was going to get more annoying after you’ve both practically shared an intimate moment together.

[sturnercy]

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