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Matt was unbreakable.
Stoic, apathetic, unmotivated.
Until his girlfriend was laid infront of him, panties down to her ankles and her legs spread wide—dessert served to him on a silver platter.
Only then was he suddenly the most driven man on earth.
“Mells—“
”Shut up, shut up, just—oh fuck!” Mello yelled, shoving Matt’s face into her dripping cunt.
They’d been at it for hours, because Matt is insatiable, and Mello’s an enabler.
”You’re fucking amazing—“ Her head lolled back, long black fingernails scraping along Matt’s scalp as he buried his face into the junction between Mello’s thighs, flicking his tongue against her clit before licking a broad stripe down to her entrance.
She loved it, bucking into him uncontrollably as he lapped at her core, drinking up every last drop.
“Just like that, baby.” Her voice was honeysweet, squeezing her thighs around Matt’s head. It was suffocating for the redhead, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Mello tasted sweet, unlike how she acted—so bitchy saved for moments like these, moments which Matt cherished. It was the only time he felt like he was doing something right for once, not having to worry about doing the wrong things that could set her off.
Mello’s head thrashed side to side, eyes rolling back as she squirmed beneath Matt.
He plunged his tongue in deep, shallow thrusts, swirling the muscle in hot, languid strokes.
She moaned, an illicit, high pitched whine forced deep from her throat as her hands fisted into Matt’s hair, clutching on tight. She dug her acrylics into his scalp, scratching through the strands.
”Matt—Matt, I can’t—fuck, it’s so much—“ She babbled, mind cleared of any coherent thoughts. Her thighs flexed around Matt’s head, smothering him between her legs.
Matt moaned into her cunt, light-headed on the taste of her. Plea’s spilled uselessly from her mouth, clutching Matt’s head closer before pushing it away again. Matt drew back, just incase.
”Mattt—“ Mello whined, tugging his hair.
”Whattt?” Matt drawled, mocking her.
Mello slapped him weakly, her body slack from Matt’s ministrations. “What do you think, dummy?”
“You were like, begging me to stop, babe. Excuse me for being a decent person.” Matt rolled his eyes.
”I never said the word stop.” She rolled her eyes back, nudging him with her foot.
”Y’know, you’re making me do all this and you haven’t even let me see your boobs yet. You promised I’d atleast get a peak.” He whined, pouting up at Mello.
”Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” Mello smirked.
Matt blushed, “Well, I—“
”I’ll let you touch them if you get me off.”
“Ah—promise?”
“Mhm. Down, boy.” Her smirk widened while her hands fisted into Matt’s hair, forcing his face down. Matt faceplanted into her pussy, immediately eating her out like a man starved.
Mello giggled through her teeth, a lazy grin painted over her face as she indulged in the pleasure.
It felt so good it ached, her core feeling bruised with the brutal force of Matt’s tongue, lashing out with an insatiable hunger that couldn’t be controlled.
He’s like an untamed animal, digging his hands under her ass to tilt her body higher, his tongue gaining access to plunge deeper inside of her.
Mello’s hands shovelled his face further, barely giving him a chance to breathe. Not that he needed one, because this was the only oxygen he needed.
“Hah—ah,” Mello moaned, a languid, dirty rasp pulled from the pit of her lungs.
“Oh, Matt,”
If Matt heard his name come from that mouth one more time, he’d probably cum totally untouched. He was writhing against the mattress a little, a weak attempt to ease some of the tension growing between his legs.
As long as Mello’s satisfied, he couldn’t care less about anything. He also gets to see her boobs if he does a good job, which is really fucking cool. And he’s supposing he’s doing a good enough job, because no one screams like that for nothing.
Matt moaned into her cunt, drooling over it. The lines blurred between pleasure and overstimulation, and Mello simply couldn’t get enough of Matt’s mouth as she pinned him down there.
The redhead drunk her down, getting tipsy on the taste. His tongue glided skillfully over her folds, swirling around in circular motions.
”Oh, you’re so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” Mello encouraged, spurring Matt on further.
He continued his very clever assault on her, curling his tongue, spinning it—he even clumsily knocked his teeth against Mello’s clit, a light scrape that made her yelp.
She finally came for what felt like the millionth time that night, an exaggeration of feeling as she arched her back from underneath him, rolling her hips against his face.
Matt moaned, getting a little giddy while he worked his hardest to catch every last drop. He helped her cruise out her high—and once she really couldn’t take it anymore, once every aggressive convulsion made her body feel weaker, she kicked at his chest, yanking him back by his hair.
Mello was trembling, hard, every muscle spasming from overstimulation.
Matt stared with love in his eyes, his metaphorical tail wagging. He was panting, and Mello was still pulling on his hair, and he was getting increasingly more excited the longer he watched.
”Good?” He smirked, tilting his head. Mello’s hand loosened, now petting his hair rather than tugging it.
”Amazing, actually.” She purred, staring just as in awe as Matt was, taking in his features. His skin matched the shade of his hair, and his eyes had a pretty twinkle in them, and his lips were glistening with her cum.
He ran his tongue over them, catching the juices. His head collapsed tiredly against Mello’s thigh, cheek smushed against the soft skin as he stared up at her.
She gave his hair one final stroke, raking his fringe back from his forehead.
”Okay, come on. Shower?” Mello offered, and Matt beamed.
He patted her thigh as he pushed himself up lazily, watching her slide off the bed gracefully. She was a little taller than Matt, a model girlfriend next to her weird, loser boyfriend that she loved oh so much. Matt’s face reflected nothing short of pure admiration, and he bit his lip while staring at her ass as she stood.
”Hey, Matty.” Mello turned, smiling seductively. She tilted her head, her voice coming out as a lustful drawl, and Matt lifted his head more attentively.
”Yeah, babe?”
She unclipped her bra torturously slow, letting it fall onto the floor next to her.
Matt nearly drooled, and he grinned, nervously giggling like a teenage boy.
”Cool—cool.” He stammered, face glowing as red as Christmas lights.
”Well? I said you could cop a feel, did I not?”