We should be treating Matt and Chris’s potential relationships the same way we treat Nics. Love and respect. I mean this in the most loving way possible, we do not have a chance with Matt or Chris partially because we don’t know them… also they can just have female friends!! Don’t we all have friends of the gender we’re are attracted to ?? like chill the heck out pleaseeee and absolutely no hate to the girls who are harmlessly speculating!! Keep doing your thing babes
Just wanna say one thing. Nobody asked for my opinion but idc I'm gonna give it. IN A COMPLETE NON PARASOCIAL WAY it's part of celebrity culture to speculate about who your fave celebrity is dating/hanging out with. BUT don't throw a tantrum when you find something you don't want to see. Also don't send hateful messages to girls just cuz you think Matt or Chris is dating her.
I won't lie and say I don't care if matt or chris has a girlfriend, but I know there's no chance of me being with them so I'm not gonna hate them or hate the girl or stop supporting them in any way. In fact, after the initial shock wears off, I'd be extremely happy for them. They deserve to be happy. And don't get me started on how supportive people are about Nick's relationship but hate on Matt or Chris for even hanging out with a girl.
The bedroom is dark and silent, the bed rumpled and plush with sheets and blankets kicked around. You're sitting in Chris's lap, his hands are grabbing at your hips and waist, his fingers digging in to my skin to leave marks for later. One of your hands is tangled in his messy brown hair, the other gripping his bicep to ground yourself. Fuck, he's been working out.
The only sounds in the room are small desperate breaths and lewd wet noises from your mouths, lips and tongues exploring each others'. You break for a moment, less than a second and his lips chase yours. He doesn't care about breathing. Breathing is optional right now, kissing you is not.
He doesn't let up, now redirecting his lips to your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin and sucking softly on the spots he knows drive you crazy. His hand comes up just to rest around the base of your throat. Not squeezing or gripping, just resting heavily, enough for you to feel claimed by his large palm. He can feel your pulse flutter under his lips and feels your slow swallow against his palm as you try to calm your racing heart.
Your hand in his hair tugs gently at the strands and he lets out a low breathy sound that resembles a laugh but holds no humor. In response to your gentle tug, he tightens his grip around your throat. Just a bit, just enough to let you feel it. He pulls back enough to meet your eyes, his blue eyes turned black from arousal and dilation.
"God, I love you so much," he breathes out. Your smirk matches his, a small spark passing between the two of you. Suddenly, you're flipped onto your back and he's hovering over you. You're both giddy as you scramble to get undressed. You lift your hips and he helps you escape the restraints of your shorts and underwear. He let's you pull off his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his aching red length.
Your mouth waters at the sight, but before you can reach for it, he's already kissing down your body. His mouth latches onto one nipple, squeezing the other neglected breast as he borderline makes out with the left one. He switches and it's like this alone is enough to make him cum. But he doesn't, not yet anyway.
He keeps worshipping your soft skin, littering red marks in hidden places that only he would see later. Soon, he reaches your thighs. He leaves love bites and licks up the expanse of plush skin. You begin the writhe, desperate to feel his mouth on your aching clit. He finally gives in, not able to hold back his own desire to taste you.
But first, he inhales your scent deeply. His eyes flutter shut and his jaw clenches. When his eyes finally open, they meet yours. They're dark and so fucking intense like a shark that just smelled blood in the water. A shiver runs down your spine and before you can say anything, his mouth is devouring you.
Your head falls back against the pillow and your hands shoot down to his hair, gripping on for dear life. A choked gasp escapes you and reflexively your thighs try to close around his head. He doesn't allow it to happen. His strong hands hold down your hips and spread open your thighs for him. You couldn't close your legs if you tried.
He's rubbing and humping against the mattress, but you're too lost in overwhelming pleasure to notice. It's like pleasing you is the most arousing, stimulating thing in the world to him. His tongue flicks quickly on your clit, only stopping to suck on it and pulse his lips around it for extra stimulation. Loud pornagraphic moans rip from your throat unapologetically and he loves it.
He's determined to make you cum just like this. Moaning into your dripping pussy, not just from the delicious feeling of his cock dragging through the bedsheets, but from your taste. It's better than any fruit or drink he's ever had. Something so distinctly you that he loves so fucking much. A puddle forms under your thighs, a mix of your arousal and his saliva. A matching one forms under his hips. Precum soaks the sheets.
You're clenching around nothing, he notices. He suddenly slips two fingers into your tight hole. His cock twitches at how warm and tight you feel despite how soaked and aroused you are. He begins pumping them in and out and a maddening pace. You writhe under him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. You don't know whether to run or pull him closer.
"Nah ah. Where do you think you're going? Don't run from it. Take every fucking thing I give you. Take it. Fucking take it, baby." He groans into your pussy. He mutters filthy praises under his breath, making you clench harder around his fingers. The combination of his praise and his filthy actions make your head spin. You're dizzy with pleasure.
"So fucking good for me. Taste fucking amazing- holy shit." He mutters as small spurts of liquid start to escape you. His eyes widen and he continues his pattern of licking, sucking, and pumping his fingers. The wave is coming and he's determined to make it crash.
Your eyes roll back and a strangled scream rips from your throat as your entire body tenses. Your back arches off the bed and your hands tug at his hair so hard that his scalp stings. He doesn't mind. In fact, it makes his cock twitch desperately and start to swell.
Your vision goes white for a moment, and when you finally come down, the sheets and Chris's hand and face are soaked. Your chest is heaving and you're dazed. Your thighs are shaking and every one of your nerves is on fire.
"What- what was that?" You ask incredulously. Chris chuckles, wiping his face and hand with a tissue from the box on the nightstand. "You squirted, sweetheart. Sexiest thing I've seen in my life by the way." Chris chuckles. You roll my eyes affectionately and flush red.
"What about you?" You ask when you notice him grabbing a warm wet towel to wipe you clean. He simply smirks and bites his lower lip before tipping his chin in the direction of a wet spot on the bed. Oh. A big pool of cum soaks through the sheets where he was grinding. Only then do you notice that he's soft and tucked back inside a clean pair of boxers.
He cleans you up carefully and helps you sit in his desk chair while he strips the dirty sheets and changes them to fresh ones. Then, when he's finally done and your eyes are fluttering shut, heavy lidded from exhaustion, he picks you up and tucks you both into bed. You're out like a light by the time your head hits the pillow. Still, he whispers one more thing before allowing himself to fall asleep as well.
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Thinking about a long slow makeout session with Chris. Sitting in his lap with his hands on my hips and waist, his fingers digging in to my skin to leave marks for later. My hands in his hair and squeezing his bicep. The only sounds in the room are our breathing and small wet noises from our mouths. He chases my lips when I pull back for air. Kisses down my jaw and neck, nipping at the skin and worshipping every bit of skin he can reach. Then his hand comes up around my throat, not squeezing but holding firm enough to feel my fluttering pulse and swallow. My hand tugs gently at the strands of messy brown hair and he lets out a low breathy sound that resembles a laugh but has no humor. Then he-
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