mattiott smut ;)

by kittyhasnosoul

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 1857

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they fuck (or, to be more specific, elliott fucks matti. with his tongue. and his fingers. and his heart <3)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-18 02:42:50 UTC

hi i want everything that happens in this to actually happen

Where the fuck is she? It’s 9:00. She’s usually here by now. The clocks ticking, and it’s annoying me. It’s loud, and if I let my mind wander I start subconsciously counting the ticks. Is it always this loud?

Okay, ten more ticks and I bet Matti will be here by then. 1, 2, 3, 4 . . .

Nope, no door opening. I should text her, but my phone is all the way on the coffee table. When Matti gets back, I should probably kiss her, but I ate garlic bread earlier, and that might make my mouth taste weird. I want her to taste my mouth. I better go brush my teeth.

I stand up and step from the fuzzy carpet onto the wooden floor, and jeez, I need socks on. Do I really have the energy to walk all the way upstairs? Probably not. I’m gonna sit back down. Matti will have to deal with the garlic. Hopefully she isn’t like, secretly a vampire or anything.

I look back at the coffee table. After I kiss Matti, I should carry her over to it and lay her down on it, and she’ll be surprised ‘cause the wood of the table is probably going to be cold on her skin, but I’ll still take her pants off anyway. I'd kiss her even more, and more, until things would get heated, hopefully, and soon enough I’d be licking her crotch in sync with that dumb clock, and her moans would fill the space in between.

Then I hear the door handle rattle, interrupting my thoughts. Wow, what a great time to finally come home, weirdo.

I don’t get up, though I probably should, but my vagina hurts, and I’m lazy. Matti turns her head around the corner and smiles, and I smile back.

“Hey, love, I’m back,” she says as she walks towards me, and I look at her. She was wearing a really pretty dress, a dress that was innocent in theory, but it happened to focus a lot on her cleavage, so in my head at least, it wasn’t.

“Where were you? I thought you died.”

“Mh, traffic. Work was stressful. Kiss me?” she asks, and I don’t hesitate. For this, I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist, remembering my intentions to get her to fuck me. I try to extend the kiss for as long as possible, and once it’s at a we’re-probably-going-to-fuck-tonight length, I let my hands go down to her butt and rest them there. I start trying to navigate our bodies towards the kitchen granite, not breaking the kiss while doing so. Once we’re at a point where Matti’s butt is squishing up against the counter (nice), I move my hands down to her mid-thigh area and push her upwards to where she’s sitting on top of the cold granite. It isn’t the wooden coffee table I had imagined, and the granite might be even colder than the first option, but Matti doesn’t seem to care.

“Hey, Matti?” I ask, breaking the kiss and running my hands along her back and feeling the soft fabric of her dress.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if I could kinda eat you out, like right now?” Her face turns red and I remove my hands from her back, just in case she’s opposed to the idea.

“T-That’d be nice.”

I kiss her once more then wait for her to move her dress. It’s zips up and she has to get down from the counter in order to remove it, and I watch as the fabric slides down her figure, exposing her clothed butt that’s slightly exposed more than it needs to be due to her underwear not being all the way positioned properly, and I’m not complaining. As soon as the dress is fully removed, I take my hands and shove her hips right against mine. I can feel the softness of her skin through my shirt. I kiss her, then move my mouth from her lips to her neck. I kiss lightly, then navigate down to kiss her in between her breasts for a short second. I grab her by the mid thigh once again, cherishing the soft squishy feel, feeling myself become impatient to have those thighs on the sides of my face, and I move her up onto the counter once again. I have her lay down and push her legs wide open, first running a finger along her clothed slit and leaving a soft, teasing kiss through the fabric, right  where her hole is. I grab the waistline of her underwear and pull it down, allowing her to kick it off onto the floor.

Okay, time for the real stuff. Start slow. I kiss her inner thighs wet and sloppily, stopping once or twice to suck, bite and leave a mark. I slowly inch closer to her cunt and kiss on the edge, where the outer labia is located. I look up at her and hope from the dazed expression and how she’s biting her lip that she’s enjoying this. I drag one long, firm lick up from her hole to her clit, and I can see her thighs twitch. I lick up from the hole to clit once again, this time in short laps. I do this at least five other times, all using different patterns and applying pressure in different spots that I know can make her voice quiver and legs shake.

Now that she’s decently turned on, I fully spread her labia and allow my lips to cover her clitoris and the area around it. I look up at her and see her panting with her eyes shut closed. I wait a few seconds, letting hot breath flow onto the sensitive spot before letting my cheeks hollow and sucking firmly. I break my suction from around her clit and take a lick directly over it, making sure to apply pressure. I continue doing this, occasionally going back down to lick her hole that I oh-so-desperately want to see what the inside of feels like, for awhile.

I want her to cum, hard. I raise my head from her crotch, take my finger and rub directly around her hole. I let the edge of my fingertip slip inside her, then back out to rub further. After a bit of teasing I push my finger deep inside her, and not long after I add a second finger, then a third. Once I add the third, I start pumping, twisting and turning my fingers from inside of her to reach all the good spots. Her entire lower half is shaking from the force of my fingers inside of her, feeling all over her walls and using her wetness to make it smoother.

I bring my head up to her ear while my fingers are still working away inside of her. I suck a bit on her neck before going to her ear once more and whispering, “Are you close, baby?”

“Y-yyeah,” she whimpers and I stop my fingers, watching her face as she begins to long for them to be back inside of her. “Why’d you stop?”

I don’t answer, simply unhooking her bra and grasping her breasts with both my hands, kneading and squeezing them together gently. “Wanted to touch these,”

“A-ah,” I can see her pressing her cunt down against the granite desperately, “I need to cum so badly.”

“Patience, baby girl, patience.” I whisper as I flip her over onto her stomach, looking onto her side to see her breasts pressed against the cold counter, round and beautiful as usual.

I drag my hands down from the back of her neck to the curve of her ass, grabbing it and squeezing it, feeling how full and smooth it is in my hand. “You have a really good butt,” I say, and before she has the chance to respond I flip her back over, take her off of the granite and carry her bridal style from the table to the couch.

“Bear, I just need to cum, please,” she says in my arms as I lay her down on my lap, butt on the fabric of the couch and legs along my lap.

“Mh, baby, you’re so fucking hot. I just wanna keep you right here and stare, all fucked out and red,” I grab her by the waist and hoist her up so that her knees are straddling me she’s sitting up, giving me perfect access to her cunt.

I position my fingers onto her hole, but I don’t push in, not yet.

“I want you to do something for me, love,” I say, looking up at her pretty face.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to shove my fingers back inside you, and I want you to fuck yourself on them for me, please. Cum that way.”

She nods her head lightly, a bit confused at first, until I unexpectedly shove my fingers back inside of her, stopping at the deepest point at the knuckle.

We sit there for a moment in silence, before I speak up. “C’mon, baby, up and down on my fingers. You want to cum, don’t you?”

She begins lifting her hips up and down, starting from the very tip of my fingers and going to the knuckle, wiggling a little to try to reach her sweet spots.

“Another, please,” she asks, not stopping her steady pace. I do so, adding a third finger, stretching her even further than before. She goes faster, and I bend my fingers a bit to stimulate her even more. I can tell she’s about to cum so I signal for her to stop and let me take over.

I begin thrusting my fingers into her at full speed, letting my other hand rub against her clit. I kiss her, feeling the warmness of her mouth on mine. She opens her mouth a bit, and I slip my tongue in, feeling around and absorbing even more of her heat. The kiss ends abruptly as Matti cums, holding onto my shoulders and shaking her way through the orgasm. Once she’s calmed down, I kiss her once more, with the same amount of heat as the kiss prior.

“I love you,” she says, giggling. I look into her eyes and smile.

“I love you too,” I respond, hugging her and lifting her off my lap so she can put her clothes back on.

Later that day, at around eleven, we sat in that same spot on the couch, with Matti’s head on my chest and hot chocolate warming our throats. She’s in an oversized sweater and I’m in pajamas. My hands are running through her wavy hair and I’m fighting falling asleep. Everything about the way she’s breathing, the way her freckles lay on her cheeks and forehead that lead me to her eyes that I could stare into all day, screams innocence and I can’t help but love it. I love this girl, whether she be a perfect picture of innocence, or the complete opposite.