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and people wonder why matt or chris aren’t more open about they’re relationships because what the literal hell is this, it’s so fucking weird i genuinely hate the fandom on tiktok i wish these 14 year olds would just focus on school or something.

omg dudeee 😭❤️❤️ ily

matthew always has sex on his mind—if he’s not thinking about fucking your brains out? then his next thought is when will he be fucking your brains out.

yes we’ve all heard about how matt didn’t wanna choose between ass or tits which is valid, but i think it’s because he genuinely likes it all. granted—tits are his favorite to look at, touch, lick and more.

but one thing about being his gf/wife? he’s gonna put his dick in your pussy always. he loves loves sex, he loves the feeling of sliding in and out of a tight wet hole—licking and slurping up juices from his girl.

the amount of cum he has is almost unbelievable, he drinks a lot of water which makes him very hydrated but also even if he cums like two times already—he would still have more to spare.

written: april 6th

keep it ⟡ bf! chris x gf! reader

Chris comes out of the bathroom, still rubbing his hair dry with a towel, and you glance up from your phone.

Then you actually look at him. You blink. He's got a little more facial hair than usual—his goatee grown in, jawline scruffy in that annoyingly attractive way that makes him look a little older, a little rougher.

Your eyes trail over his face. You slowly lower your phone.

"Damn, baby…" Chris pauses. You look him directly in the eyes.

"Damn."

He immediately starts laughing.

"What?"

You point at his face. "The beard."

"What about it?"

"You—" You gesture vaguely at him. "You look good."

Chris's eyebrows lift as a smug little smile spreads across his face. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like… good good?"

You roll your eyes. "Don't make me say it twice."

He drops the towel onto the bed and walks toward you, clearly enjoying himself now. "Oh, no, no, no. I need clarification."

"Chris."

"What?" He grins. "I'm just trying to understand."

"You know exactly what I'm saying." He stops right in front of you, looking down with that stupidly pleased expression.

"So you like my beard?"

You stare at him. "Baby."

"Yeah?"

"You look really good."

Chris laughs again, reaching down to pull you closer by the waist.

"That's all I needed to hear."

"Don't get cocky."

"Too late."

You run your fingers along his jaw, lightly scratching at the short beard. And suddenly his teasing smile softens.

"Yeah?" he murmurs.

You nod, still inspecting his face, and without really thinking about it your arms find their way up around his neck, fingers linking loosely behind him. From here you can see it better-the way the scruff catches the light, a little darker right along his jaw.

"Keep it," you say, thumb brushing over his goatee.

Chris's eyes flicker down to your lips.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You tilt your head, still not done looking at him, like you're committing it to memory. "Really good on you."

He then he leans in, his beard brushing your cheek.

"Anything for you, baby."