Bring Back My Pale Sick Looking Baby With His Long Hair Please

Bring back my pale sick looking baby with his long hair please 💖💖💖

sobbing so hard rn

Been saying my man was an ass guy yall ain’t listening 😭😭😭😭 (creds to my fine mootie for this video)

this photo like just please whip it out and slap it on my face plesse

Oh my tod guys i cant

shy!matt wearing his glasses always does something to you. @bernardsbendystraws for you

there's just something about matt when he wears his glasses; the thin, metallic frames resting on the bridge of his nose, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. strands of tousled hair fall behind the lenses, brushing softly against his eyes.

he's seated across from you at the kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the window, casting a soft glow around him. in one hand, he holds his phone, scrolling absentmindedly, while the other cradles a spoon, dipping into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious to the way you're practically salivating over him.

you watch intently as he drops his spoon into the bowl with a soft clink, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they've slipped down. in a casual movement, he runs his fingers through his hair, the motion causing his shirt to ride up, revealing the sliver of skin on his stomach. you try to tear your gaze away, but it's impossible; the sight pulls you in even more.

then, as if sensing your attention, matt's gentle blue eyes flicker towards you. a soft blush creeps across his lips as he pulls his shirt down as if to cover himself, offering you a shy smile that sends your hear racing before he returns his focus to his phone.

you can't hold back any longer; the urge to have him is overwhelming. in a sudden rush, you push your chair back with a loud squeak that reverberates through the quiet kitchen, causing matt to jerks in surprise at your unexpected movement and sound, and his eyes widen as he watches you drop down to your knees beneath the table.

the coolness of the floor sends a shiver up your spine as you crawl towards him, and when you reach him, your fingers immediately get to work, pulling his cock out of his pajama pants with a rush.

"wh...what are you do—oh." matt cuts himself off as you take his cock down his throat until your nose is pressed against him. his phone clutters to the table in shock, a shaky, breathless moan leaving his lips as you swallow thickly around him before bobbing your head.

you glance up at him with your cheeks full, seeing his head thrown back and glasses foggy, his jaw slack. you swallow around him again, your throat contracting around his tip, and matt's body jerks, his hips lifting off of the seat to press his cock further down, causing you to gag around him.

you move to pull off his cock to get the air flowing back into your lungs and jerk him off for a bit, but matt splutters out a whine, cupping your cheeks and pulling your head back down, slotting his cock back inside your mouth and grinding his hips against your face.

"don't.. don't move," matt breathes out, taking a daring peek down at you through foggy lenses, vision slightly blurred. he snaps his gaze back up, leaning his head back as he continues lazily thrusting his hips into the warmth of your mouth. "please... don't move."

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⸝⸝ BED CHEM — introducing story. 𓂃 (frat) fuckboy! chris x playgirl! reader . . . @mattscoquette for the plot ︎♡ @fawnchives @eternaldecisions @zweigsangel @mattslolita @chrisolivia4l

your relationship with chris was beyond complicated. there was no concrete definition that could be used to describe the two of you together, or rather, a chaotic explosion was the closest. you were known for being the heartthrob of your school, a damn player who made sure to keep her feelings out of the game — thinking only of herself selfishly while everyone fell off her feet effortlessly. chris, on the other hand, was pretty much the same. classic fratboy who only thought about fucking and surrounding himself with bodies curvy enough to satisfy his hormonal boy needs.

precisely for that reason, his name was not unknown to you, nor yours to him. but you were never intrigued enough to want to know more. never enough to actually want to go beyond the usual information you had: the an annoying and cocky whoremonger he was. what ultimately lured you into the trap, however, were his parties that everyone was talking about. you weren't someone who liked to miss out on fun, so that's how you found yourself in the bear's den.

as you made your way inside the noisy party with your friends next to you, already rolling your eyes at the insistent smell of weed — something you had never tried before, chris's friends had already noticed you right away. a thin whistle escaped nathan's lips, and he nudged the boy next to him. "what is she doin’ at your party?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he took in chris's smug expression. "why wouldn't she be there? she must have heard how fuckin’ good my parties are" he shrugged, leaning against the back of the seat as he took a quick sip of his drink. his eyes couldn't help but slide over your inviting body, and damn if you weren't a sight to his hungry gaze. he kind of understood the reason for all that hype you had, he couldn't deny it. even though he would rather die than admit it.

“i bet is fire” chris added, snapping out of his own thoughts regarding you as he turned to look back at nate, who made a confused face. "what?" he asked, making the other boy chuckle. "the pussy, dude. i bet the pussys fire" he had no damn filter, and in response nate could only shake his head at that bluntness.

another friend of his immediately laughed at what he said, before holding out his hand so he could hit it. "and i wonder why you haven't hit that yet" chris rolled his eyes, hitting his hand as he shook his head. "keep wonderin’, cause i don’t think it’s gon happen" he scoffed, giving you another quick glance. realistically speaking, he didn't believe what he was saying either. the whole damn institute kept talking about how you'd both end up in the same bed sooner or later, and chris was kinda looking forward it — even if he shouldn’t.

"wanna bet?" they asked playfully, making him raise an eyebrow as he completely finished his drink, before leaving the empty glass on a table that would soon be forgotten about. he loved betting, he always did, but he couldn't help but feel restless knowing it involved you. "it depends," he shrugged. “we’ll see how tonight goes, guys”

and then, casually, he found himself getting up from the couch he was so comfortable on while he completely ignored the smug and knowing looks of his group, deciding to walk directly in your direction without even thinking ‘bout it twice. you were prettily leaning against the bar counter, your long fingers wrapped around a drink that he couldn't quite understand due to the lights, while you were talking animatedly with another girl who was listening with total interest. with a quick glance, he noticed that the glass was practically almost empty from how fast you were drinking, so with a smooth move of his body he placed himself right next to you on that counter, looking at you with an annoying smirk of his. "can i offer you another?" he nodded towards the drink, tilting his head.

your reaction was immediate, one eyebrow raised as you looked him up and down in a manner that made him subtly chuckle. "i'm good," you said simply, offering him a fake smile — your glossy lips shining completely under the insistent lights reflecting off them. his gaze automatically fell on them, licking his own as he nodded. "too bad. it was a way of showing you my gratitude for being here" he let out a disappointed sigh, although it was clearly ironic given how he kept giving you that unshakeable smirk. "it was a surprise, you know? seeing you here n shit"

you rolled your eyes, huffing as you placed the glass on the counter. "i felt generous and decided to make this party less boring, that’s all" that made him put a hand on his chest while he pretended to be more than offended. "so that's what you think of my parties, huh? you offend me" he simply said, shaking his head as he leaned his elbows further into the surface and gestured for the barman to come closer, then actually ordered a drink for himself and another one for you.

"who asked you that?" you asked rhetorically, narrowing your eyes. your clear irritation made him enjoy himself far too much, and it only contributed to making you feel worse as you tried to look anywhere but in his direction, with him just busy at eating you with his eyes. your friend had thought of leaving with a poor excuse, and in your head you were already thinking about how to kill her for having done this — unaware that the tension, from the outside, was simply too much. "jesus, can't i just be generous? you needa losen up a bit" chris playfully pushed you off your shoulder, before you wiped the spot he touched lightly with your fingertips in response. “dumbass”

as soon as your drinks arrived you finally enjoyed the fact that he had gone quiet, leaving you in your own little world while with one sip you had downed half the liquid in the glass. his eyes fell on the way your throat moved at that, and he couldn't help but smirk. "dayum, slow down" he broke the silence, deciding not-very-intelligently to take the glass out of your fingers to try.

"dont—”you tried to say, making a disgusted face at the fact that he had already placed his lips on your glass. chris raised an eyebrow at your expression, handing you the drink back. "what?" he found himself asking, licking his lips again to remove the excess alcohol from them. “it’s disgusting and unsanitary” was your simple response, shaking your head as you set the glass down on the surface of the counter.

that was his turn to roll his eyes, moving slightly closer to you as he tilted his head. "was it?" his tone of voice was lower than before, though your reaction to that was internal — remaining stoic on the outside. “yeah” you nodded. chris hummed, before shrugging. "maybe i should have tried straight from your lips, now that i think about it."

you remained silent for a moment, almost taken aback by his sudden and radical change in behavior while you really fought not to take your eyes off his, not wanting to let him win at all. “like i’d let you do it” you cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair.

“yeah? you wouldn’t?”

“never”

“that’s bullshit. i know you want me” he was so sure of yourself that you wanted to slap him. the palms of your hands hurt from how much you wanted to as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes briefly, before reopening them just to find his face just a breath away from yours. “christopher” you muttered, holding up a hand.

he practically rabbed the wrist of that hand, before dragging you, and quickly, into the first bathroom he could find. probably the worst of them all, the light from it barely illuminated those suffocating walls, but he didn't care. he made you lean against the door while his body, visibly larger than yours, pinned you against it to prevent you from moving, that closeness gave you a glimpse of his dior sauvage which immediately made you dizzy. you hated it. “i’ll scream if you don’t lemme go” you threatened, though your words were useless. “go ahead. they’re probably gonna think we already got into it” you were about to lose your mind.

suddenly his lips moved across your jaw slowly, tracing the sharp line of it as his hands gripped your waist a little too tightly. “i know you want me. i know it. so stop playin hard to get” and with that, his lips found yours in an almost painful (painfully good) kiss. it was a quick battle of tongues and teeth, domineering hands making room on your body like it belonged to him, just like your fingers clung to his shirt. the urgency of those touches was so familiar that you wanted to drown in it, and you didn't want it to ever end because you liked it a little too much. his tongue insistently fought with yours for dominance, and you didn't even try to do it back because you wanted to surrender to him completely. and you did.

there wasn't a minimum of space between your bodies, completely attached to each other. chris raised his knee slightly, teasingly pressing into your heat as your mewl for that was stifled in the kiss. he moved it just a little, almost completely still, but it was the simple pressure that had made you clench around nothing instantly.

he didn’t want to keep teasing, tho. the zipper on your dress was looking a little too complicated to undo, like it was stuck or something, and patience was the first thing he was lacking right now. so he thought well of tearing it away from you, making you whine into the kiss. you wanted to pull away, see what the fuck he had done, but a hand wrapped around your neck quickly stopped you from doing so as he continued to devour you completely.

it seemed like he was starving, and you were enjoying it a little too much. choosing matching lingerie was the right move, because as soon as he broke away from the kiss, a small groan escaped his lips at the sight of your body — your dress already pooling down your feet. he couldn't stop touching you, he wouldn’t. in the meantime your fingers had already lowered the zip of his jeans, the rush had completely clouded both of your brains.

“please” you breathed out as you watched him pull down his boxers with one hand as he helped your legs wrap around his waist with the other. he smirked a little at how you begged him, humming as two thick fingers moved to push aside those revealing panties you were wearing. he started by teasing your entrance lightly with the tip of them, watching you squirm against him as your back arched. “i gotchu, baby, jus’ stay still f’me” he murmured against your ear, before slowly sliding a finger in. your warm walls tightly wrapped around his finger, and he quickly added another so he could stretch you out properly. he moved them right away at a fairly fast pace, just the sound of your moans, which you tried to keep low, were music to his ears. “fuck, yes” your lips were parted as you pulled your head back against the wall. those fingers were a kind of forbidden paradise.

his fingers then curled against your gummy walls, and you were unable to do anything but whimper and cry as you already neared your orgasm. “m’gonna- chris” you moaned and moaned again, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach. but he quickly shook his head at that, removing his fingers from your tight heat as a whine of protest emitted from your throat as you felt the coil slowly subside. “you can only get to cum on my fuckin cock, doll. only that for tonight”

simple words before he filled you up immediately, his length reaching deep inside you and drawing out a soundless scream. “mhm, like that” he praised lowly, biting his lower lip as he took in your fucked up face. chris started off rough, fucking into you like he didn’t care about anything else at all. his hips slammed bruisingly against yours, cock bullying its way deeper in you.

you were a mess at that point. head foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips like it was a damn prayer. “chris-chris, god” you mewled as your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, manicured nails digging into the skin until you were sure it hurt. “don’t stop” he had no intention of doing so.

if anything, his movements only sped up, making him groan again as your walls squeezed him so deliciously — as if they'd just been waiting for his cock all along. “there we go, yeah. so fuckin’ good” he cooed. “you fuckin love this. isn’t that right, baby? huh?” his other hand moved to wrap around your neck again, forcing your watery eyes to meet his. “mhm” you cried out in response.

stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you definitely neared your release. “m’gonna cum, please let me. feelin it so good” you moaned in between broken mewls. “yes, yes baby” his voice was so raspy as he neared his own high as well, thrusts becoming slow and hard.

it was not long before your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over his cock, chris just following after you. but he knew better than to cum into you. he really did. so he was quick to slid out of you with a groan as his body spasmed, fist halting around his cock as his cum spilled onto his tensed abs in hot spurts.

you were both exhausted as you breathed heavily, your legs had tightened their grip around his body to keep from falling — as you were sure you had no stability. thin layers of sweat coated your skin as they lightly touched each other, your mind already filling with thoughts of how the fuck you were going to walk out of the club in a torn dress, while his simply focused on the fact that he was right when he said that pussy was fire.

yeah, you were definitely something too much, but your bed chem was undeniable.

i am trying not to touch myself

shy!matt never makes eye contact with you, until one day he does.

you pull your sticky panties to the side with one hand, not bothering to get fully undressed, as the other grips matt’s cock, lubricating his tip with the precum that leaks messily. his body jerks, a quiet whine slipping past his lips, eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones as his eyes move rapidly beneath his lids.

you let out a hiss as you slide down onto his cock, your pussy welcoming the familiar stretch of him and a gargled noise rips from the back of matt's throat at the warmth of your gummy walls that flutter around him, his fingers gripping the skirt that's bunched around your waist.

you roll your hips above him, hands splayed across his bare chest for balance as you throw your head back, mouth shaped in a permanent 'o' as you feel his cock brush against the sensitive spots within that makes goosebumps trickle down your spine.

matt lays still below you, eyes still closed, eyebrows pinched together in pleasure. low, whiney sounds leave his lips, mixing with your moans and the subtle squeaking of your bedframe.

your stroke your hands over his chest, leaving a trail of light red lines from your nails and matt lets out a shuddering breath, twitching, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as his eyes move rapidly beneath his lids, face contorting as you roll your hips faster.

"fu-uck..." matt breathes out, his grip tightening on your skirt to pull you down more against him, his cock hitting deeper and you gasp loudly, your pussy squeezing around him like a vice.

and with a gasp from him, his eyes shoot open — staring right at you.

you're stunned, hips still above him, taking in the way his watery eyes meet yours between the sweaty strands of his hair. unblinking, his mouth falls open, his gaze trailing down your body to where you're seated on top of him, your puffy cunt and his cock glistening with your arousal.

you don't even have time to fully react — to even question him as he's already planting his feet on the bed, adjusting his grip on you before thrusting up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, the bedframe squeaking louder due to the abrupt pace.

shocked choked whines and broken moans escape your lips, along with matt's own whimpering as he fucks you, incoherent words leaving him as he struggles to tear his gaze away from where his cock pounds into you, the wet noises making his head spiral.

he's gone.

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