mya

i sit on the edge of bed, watching matts long fingers move across the slick gaming controller. my eyes trace over his hands, dick, then his face. my lips tugging at the corners, entering a soft smile on my face.

i lean back as my hands catch me, getting annoyed. “are you almost done?” i whine. i’ve been sitting on this bed for an hour waiting for his stream to end. all his fans going crazy in chat.

his eyes don’t take away from the screen. “almost baby.” he lets out in a dominant tone. “stop whining.” his focus all on the game.

i roll my eyes as i shift back into the bed more. “i’m impatient.” i bite out.

“mhm.” he hums from deep in his throat. i whine one more time to show him how impatient i am. the tension grew from there, it stung in the air. “stop.” he said sharply. i go silent.

his fingers are still wondering around on that controller. next thing i know he groans in annoyance. he died. a small smirk slid across my face. i look up at his face, hes already looking at me.

his eyes intense. “cmere, since you’re so impatient.”

i don’t hesitate, i walk over. his hands resting on his lap, giving his thighs a couple pants. signaling for me to straddle him.

i hesitate a second. “on stream?” my voice low.

his eyes darken. “yeah? you’re so impatient hm?”

with that, i slid into his lap perfectly, like i belonged there. my entrance landing on a folded over piece of his jeans. making a small sound escape from me. my eyes look up into his. his hands find my waist immediately, long fingers rubbing against my skin.

my hips rock forward softly at first, small movements. matt was trying to keep his composure, not getting a single reaction out. i quicken the pace and go harder. showing how much i needed him. i land a soft kiss on his lips. his eyes closed as he kissed me back softley.

still no reaction. “baby.” i whisper out in a begging tone.

“yeah?” he looks at me confused, with a tease.

my hands find his shoulders as his grip on my waist tightens. “please.”

“please what?”

“you.”

“that’s all you needed to say sweetheart.” he takes his one hand off my hip and into my panties in one swift motion. his hands resting finds my already wet entrance. “fuck.” he groans under his breath, eyes on mine. “already wet for me?” he takes his fingers, rubbing circles around my warm clit.

i keep my sounds to myself, composing myself. “we’re still- on stream.”

he smirks, he takes his fingers in your entrance. smashing inside you. i moan out. “look at the camera.” he demands. i do as said. i see myself a mess on top of him, jaw open, hair messy. “you see yourself?”

“mhm” i whimper out as his pace quickens underneath me.

“watch yourself.” he continues at the pace. his fingers curve slightly. sitting my sweet spot. my eyes flutter as i moan out once more. “let everyone see how good i make you feel.”

“matt. i’m gon-“ i say out of breath in overstimulation. my hips twitch, as they grind against his fingers wanting more.

“release baby. cum for me.” i don’t take hesitation. my high catching me quick. i collapse onto his shoulder, my eyes still on the screen. i cry out one last time as my eyes slowly shut. the overstimulation wore off. sweat dripping down the side of my face.

he pulls his fingers out of my entrance as the left over cum was on his fingers. he smiles.