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#ilovemybf

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please. him and beyoncé playing in the background ASAP.

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FINE SHYT

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not to be a party pooper but everyone’s prepared to not get a vid again this friday right.. cs i don’t think we will !!

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well yes?

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touch-starved.

includes: touch-starved!reader , soft dom!chris , comfort smut , praise , slow and gentle, body worship , vulnerability, reader is slightly insecure , emotional intimacy.

summary: in which chris realises you’ve never been touched with care — so he takes his time showing you exactly how you deserve to be loved. soft hands. softer words. and a night that changes everything.

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it’s after midnight when you say it.

the movies long since forgotten — just background noise now , flickering across the tv as you sit comfortably on chris’s bed , legs curled beneath you , wrapped in a hoodie way to many sizes too big for you.

your knee brushes his. he’s close. always close. but tonight theres sometbing unspoken in the air. watching that movie made you realise you have never had that , a man really see you or touch you with real feeling.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been touched … like that before” you say , voice barely above a whisper.

you don’t mean to say it out loud. it just slips.

chris freezes. eyes flick to yours but your looking away , suddenly hyper-aware of how heavy this moment feels.

“like what?” he asks softly , his hand running up and down your thigh.

you swallow , unsure on to either explain or just brush it off.

“like i mattered. like they weren’t just using me. like it was about me” you explain not looking in his direction.

silence.

you regret saying anything straight after. regret curls in your stomach. but then you feel his warm fingers tilt your chin and he’s looking at you so gently you feel like you might break.

“has anyone ever made you feel good?” he asks, voice slow , soft.

“not like that” you say looking into his eyes , slightly embarrassed.

“can i show you?”

the air stutters in your lungs. your hearts beating too fast. you nod.

“but i don’t know what i’m doing ,” you add quickly “i always just… i kind of shut down. i don’t mean to. i just — i don’t want to mess it up.”

chris leave forward , small smile on his lips. his forehead rests agaisnt yours and his hand never leaving your cheek.

“you couldn’t mess this up even if you tried,” he says “you don’t have to do anything okay?” “just let me take care of you.”

you nod again. small. unsure.

he kisses you then. slow. not trying coax anything, not asking for more. just his mouth on yours , warm and unhurried , like he has all night to prove he means it.

when he lays you down , he doesn’t rush , it’s soft , gentle like you could shatter at any moment. his cold hands trail up under your hoodie like your something delicate. his mouth follows , kissing every inch of skin he uncovers — your stomach , your ribs , the underside of your breast.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers. “dont even know what you do to me.”

he moans like he’s the one unraveling when you gasp. and when he finally slides a hand between your legs — not to tease , not to rush — just to feel you , he mummurs “you deserve this, every fucking second of it.”

chris moves further down on the bed , like he belongs there — like he was made for this. his hands settle under your thighs , easing them further apart. your muscles twitch , instinctively wanting to close , but his touch is grounding , not forceful.

“just me,” he whispers pulling your thong off your legs “ just wanna tase you.”

the first swipe of his tongue made your hips jolt.

it’s not rough , not teasing. just thorough. like he’s learning you — every ridge , every sound , every flicker of response.

he groans into you like your taste is something he’s been dreaming about.

“fuck.. you’re already dripping wet for me baby,” he mutters , licking his lips , eyes flicking up to yours “can i keep going?”

you whimper a short yes.

his tongue moves in slow , wet circles — long drags up your slit , firm pressure over your clit. he doesn’t rush the rhythm , he builds it’s , layer by layer , watching you fall apart.

his grip tightens just slightly when your legs start to shake.

“don’t run from it,” he murmurs, voice low , rough “let me give this to you.”

he flattens his tongue over your clit once more before sealing his lips around you , sucking — gently , then firmer when you moan. your hips arch of the bed and he growls , pulling you impossibly closer like he needs you.

“you’re so fucking sweet” he breaths , low.

you’re breathing quickens , unable to stay still “chris—oh my god.”

he doesn’t stop talking , doesn’t stop looking at you either. his eyes stay locked to you — hungry , dark , but so present.

“chris— i’m gonna cu-” you squirm beneath him , barely able to put a sentence together.

and when you finally cum — thighs shaking , eyes glossy , a whimper of his name tumbling out of your mouth — he groans like seeing you in this moment is all he’s ever wanted.

he doesn’t stop right away. still dragging his tongue up and down your clit gently until you’re twitching beneath him , too sensitive to breath.

“there you go” he whispers , “let it go baby.”

he kisses your inner thighs , your hips , your stomach , whilst crawling back up to where your breathing heavy , your hair stuck to your forehead from how much your sweating.

“you okay?” he asks , voice like velvet , lips brushing your temple.

you nod. you nod so hard with a small smile.

he kisses your forehead , then your cheeks. then your lips tender and slow like he doesn’t want to break you.

“you deserve all of this” he says , turning your head to look at him , his hand on your chin. “every time , as long as you let me.” he smiles.

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with great after care , blair💋x..

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masterlist🐙

CHRIS STURNIOLO

professor please

nothings gonna hurt you baby

touch-starved

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hell yes

Lovers rock (M.S)

includes: fluff, kissing, drunk!reader, situationship!matt

summary: where reader drunk calls matt to pick her up from a family function and he shows up.

listen here! 🍒

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You were already 5 cheap glasses of cheap rosé deep, when your phone buzzed on the table in front of you, screen lighting up with “Matt 🤍” you’d called him five minutes ago, the call going to voicemail. He was calling you back now. You take your phone and step away from your dad’s side of the family and bring the phone up to your ear. “Matt” you breathed into the phone. The garden lights flickered a soft shade of yellow, like even they were trying to escape this shit excuse of a family.

“Hey. What’s going on? Are you okay?” his voice was calm but etched with worry.

“No.” you muttered. “I’m at this family thing with my dad’s side… gross”

He paused for a second. “I thought you said you weren’t going?”

You groan into the phone, kicking gravel stones around as the cold air engulfed you. “Well… I wasn’t. Then I thought I could handle it” you scoff. “Turns out trauma can’t be healed with some shitty salad and fake ass smiles” you hiccuped. “Please come get me”

Matt paused for a second then sighed. Not an angry sigh, just tired in that way when he gets worried. “Sweetheart.. maybe you should stay? I dunno maybe they’ve changed. Maybe-”

“They haven’t” you cut in, voice sharper than you intended. “They’re still the same cunts I remember them to be” you whine. “Matt, I was sat right there and they started shit talking my mum! Like I wasn’t sat at the same fucking table as them! Like she wasn’t the one who raised me whilst they sat there tryna get in my dad’s head telling him to leave my mum for 25 years!” you pause for a second, trying to gather your thoughts before you loose your shit. “Fuck!” you wipe under your eyes, angry at yourself for letting it get to you. “I shouldn’t have come. Either way, I think i’d much rather be with you right now”

His voice softened. “Don’t say that, you tried. It’s not your fault they’re a load of dickheads”

“So you’re coming?”

“Course I am baby. Text me the address i’ll be there as quick as I can”

You ended the call, and slumped against the wall, texting Matt the address, heart aching a little less. You walk back inside, trying to keep your composure as you hear them with your mums name in their mouth.

Not long passes before you hear a car pull up outside and your phone lights up with a next from Matt. “I’m here 🤍” you grab your belongings whilst everyone looks at you with confusion. “Fuck you all!” you shout walking out the door, striding towards Matts car.

You open the door and throw your drunken self into the passenger seat, turning your head to look at him. “Can I drive?”

Matt lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “No way. You’re too drunk to drive”

You let out a playful groan, pulling the seatbelt across your body. Your blood boiling all over again when you remember the way they mentioned your mum.

Matt pulled his car away from the curb, noticing the change in your demeanour. He reached over, lacing his fingers with yours. “Fuck ‘em. Don’t worry about what they said, okay? I haven’t met your mum yet, but from what i’ve heard, she seems great.”

You smile at his words. “She is. I don’t understand why they hate her so fucking much.”

“Cause they’re bitches”

You let out the softest laugh, barely any energy for anything. The car ride back to your apartment is silent, a comfortable silence. The soft hum of music flooded the car, lovers rock on aux. Your favourite. The car rolled to a stop at a red light. The glow casting a crimson shadow across Matt’s face, highlighting all his features. You stare at him for a second, analysing everything. Fuck, was he pretty. “I wanna kiss you” you slur quietly.

Matt looked over at you, a smile spread across his face as he leaned over the console, capturing your lips in a soft, innocent kiss. You rest the fingertips of your free hand on his jaw, the other hand still wrapped in his. He kept one hand on the wheel. The two of you completely loose yourselves in the moment, not even noticing the soft green glow filling the car until the sound of a car horn snaps you out.

You both laugh at the situation whilst Matt’s foot pressed the gas pedal. However, you don’t peel your eyes away from him. And maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you realised you were falling in love with Matt.

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

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that’s it

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nothings gonna hurt you baby

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includes : emetaphobia, mentions of throwing up , panic , soft!chris , protective chris , whispers , reassurance.

summary: in which , you and chris are at one of his friends birthday party’s. you aren’t really the type to ‘enjoy’ partying but you go anyway for chris. he knows you don’t really feel comfortable around this many people which is why he is glued to your side the whole night. chris notices someone throwing up near you and tries to get you to leave before seeing it. you being curious , turn around.

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you knew you shouldn’t of come here but you wanted to make chris happy. you hadn’t been to a party since highschool which is when your fear took over. but you thought you’re older and different now , maybe you’ll be fine?

chris knew how much you where anxious about this but really wanted to see his friend on his birthday. he said you didn’t have to come if you really didn’t want too but you being you said yes.

the music was loud. people everywhere. but chris stayed right beside you the whole time.

suddenly you hear something but tell yourself you’re being paranoid, you tell yourself you hear things all the time when you don’t. you tell yourself that until chris’s face drops when he looks behind you.

“come on” he smiles trying to guide you away , not letting you stay there long enough to realise what’s going on.

“wait what why i thought you wanted to sta-.” you say confused until you go to pick up your bag from the counter behind you and you see it.

your heart drops. the sound. the sight. your hands started sweating. your throat closed.

“no no no—.” is all you managed to say in that moment.

chris was already moving , arm wrapped around your waist , you infront of him guiding you away. he leans down so you can hear him over the music.

“come on baby , lets go outside yeah? youre okay” his voice low and steady.

you didn’t fight it. you couldn’t. your legs where shaking.

chris guides you out with his lower hand on your back. your not even focused on anything right now , your mind just replaying what you just saw over and over again.

you don’t even remember chris sitting you down on the steps that led up to the house.

“hey,hey it’s just me okay your okay” he says slowly and steady like he trying to get through to you.

all you can do it nod and try to breath.

“chris—i can’t br-.” you gasp rubbing your neck.

“i know i know it’s okay baby youre with me it’s okay” he says with a soft voice like he’s talking to a baby.

he crouches in front of you with a bottle of water. his other hand on your head smoothing your hair , trying to ground you.

this has happened maybe twice with chris before and he knows that he just has to talk to you. take your mind off of what just happened.

“tell me about your necklace angel” he smiles touching your necklace.

“my dad” you spit out.

“did he get this for you?” he asks , soft eyes.

you nod. trying to breath normally.

“just breath for me , youre okay i’m here” chris says quietly whilst drawing on your thighs with his fingers. “is it a clover on your necklace?”

“yeah h-he calls me clover” you say , slowly easing from the panic. “he says im lucky”

“and he’s right, can you drink this for me?” chris asks small smile handing you the water.

you nod and reach for the water. your hands shaking. you try to unscrew the lid but fail miserably.

“struggling?” chris asks with a small laugh from infront of you.

a small smile turns on your lips as you pass the water to him. he unscrews the cap and gives it back to you.

you take small sips and breath in and out. chris sits next to you on the steps with his arm over yours drawing circles on the back of your hand like he always does.

you put the water down next you and close your eyes for a second and lean your head on his shoulder.

he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head and whispers “nothings gonna hurt you baby”.

with great after care , blair💋x..

okay i lowkey hated every second of that but it’s fine x

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this is bff 💋💋💋💋💋

Matt fucks you silent

includes: dom!matt, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, arguing, angry/make up sex, fingering, kissing.

summary: in which matt and you get into an argument at a party.

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The argument had escalated faster than you thought. It started with you asking if you could stay a little longer, since you were having more fun than you anticipated, and Matt saying he’s tired. You kept protesting, begging to stay until Matt’s patience thinned. The music thumped closely around you both, yet still feeling miles away as Matt’s jaw clenched tighter with each word he spoke. “You can’t just keep ignoring every fucking thing I say” he snapped, voice low, but still sharp. His eyes burned with frustration. You stand in front of him, arms crossed across your chest. “I’m not ignoring what you’re saying, Matt. I’m having fun, and asking if we can stay just a little longer!” you shot back, frustration etched in your tone. Matt inhaled deeply, his tongue swept across his top teeth. “I’m done talking. Out” he pointed towards the door. You threw your arms up in annoyance. “Matt just fuckin-” you attempted to protest, which was quickly sliced through by his voice. “I said out. Now.” he was quickly moving towards the door, his arm snaking around your waist pulling you with him. “You can’t stand the fact i’m having fun, can you? You hate the fact I can have fun whilst you’re bitching and whining over being tired” you complain, shouting over the music as he pulls the two of you through drunk and sweaty bodies. Until he doesn’t. He stops in the middle of where you are and leans down, whispering in your ear. “I can either fuck you silent right here” his voice thick with threat. “or in the comfort of our own home.” Your breath caught, thighs clenching at just thought of him fucking you silent. His hand effortlessly slid to your hip. “Either way, you’re getting what you asked for.” You looked up at him, eyes blinking. You parted your lips in attempts to protest, but nothing left your mouth. Just the pulsing in your pussy and the way your body screamed yes, even as your ego whispered don’t give in so easy. But your silence was an answer. Matt smirked, dark and knowing. “Just what I thought baby”

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You didn’t get a chance to move. The second the door to your shared apartment closed behind the two of you, Matt had you up against the door, his fingers gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You pushed me all fuckin’ night” he groaned, his free hand trailing down your body. Fingertips tracing circles on the inside of your thigh, dangerously high. “With that tiny skirt” his fingers moved higher up your thigh. “Flaunting your tits like they’re everyone’s to cum on” then his fingers met your dripping pussy through your tiny thong. He effortlessly pulled it to the side with two fingers before his middle and ring finger massaged your clit in slow, small, teasing circles. You let out a breathy moan at the slight relief, finally feeling his touch after the quiet and tense drive home. “You wanted all eyes on you? Wanted everyone looking huh?” he continued, applying more pressure with his fingers. His grip on your jaw tightened as you moaned quietly. “Then tryna’ start an argument” just as you rolled your hips, trying to get anymore friction, he pulled his hand away and in one swift motion turned you around, your cheek pressed against the door. Your skirt bunched up around your waist as he pulled your thong down your thighs useless. He runs two fingers up your slit. “You’re disgusting. So wet already and i’ve barely even touched you�� he quickly unzips his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers freeing himself. You can hear the slick sound of him stroking himself a few times. “Y’wanna look like a whore? Then you’re gonna get fucked like one” His voice is sharp, dripping with a dark promise. Without any warning, he pushed into you, rough. One had on one of your hip, the other bunched in your hair, fucking you like you owed him this. The sound of your moans, skin slapping, and his groans filled the room, his grip in your hair getting tighter. “Look at you” he growled. “So fucked out already and I haven’t even started” his fingers dug into your hip, you clung to him, breath hitching as he slammed harder, faster, his dick hitting the exact spot that made your vision blur. Your moans echo against the wooden door as he continued to fuck you senseless. You feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter, your walls clenching around him. “Matt- fuck i’m gonna-” he quickly cuts you off by pulling out almost fully, his tip still buried inside your warm cunt. “No you’re not” he slammed back inside of you. “I am, but you’re not” he yanked your head back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Yeah?” his groans got deeper as his thrusts got faster. “Gonna make me loose my mind” he groaned in your ear. His thrusts become sloppier as you feel his warm cum fill you up. He rides out his high, careful not to help you finish before pulling out. He turns you back around to face him, his release dripping down your thighs. His fingers gripped your jaw again. “Last time you act like that at a party. Yeah? If I say we’re leavin’ at a certain time, that’s what we’re doing.” You look up at him “If it means you fuck me like that again then absolutely not” you chuckle with a smile. Matt quickly smiles back and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up. “I’ll go run you a bath then make you cum after, deal?” you nod with a smile, as he presses another kiss to your forehead and walks toward your bathroom.

first smut kinda nervous :o

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

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professor please

includes: dom!chris , sub!reader , smut , professorxstudent , age gap , teasing , , light degradation , office sex , fingering.

summary: you were just trying to fucking pass this class - but your professor is making it impossible for you to even stand a chance. the way he speaks , the way he watches you from behind with those fucking glasses. but now you find yourself wearing thinner clothing and biting your pen. you wanted feedback on your essay , now youre bent over his desk moaning his name like it will give you extra credit.

professor please.

“close the door” his voice demanding.

of course , you follow , no hesitation. you shut it slowly behind you after checking no one saw you come in here.

just the soft click of the door closing behind you made you realise what youre doing. but that doesn’t stop you.

chris doesn’t even turn around from where he’s sorting through essays and exams. his back muscles through his shirt already making your breath hitch.

“that’s not suitable for school” he says , voice low as he turns around and looks you up and down running his tounge over his teeth , walking until his leaned on his desk with his arms holding him up.

“so you noticed?” you say innocently infront of him whilst taking your hair down from the pony tail that has been bugging you all day.

“what do you want?” he asks , no emotion on his face.

no words left your mouth , because how could you tell your teacher you want him? you want him to fuck you?

“spit it out” he laughs , making you feel pathetic and small. he knows what you want.

“i think you know what i want ” you say confidently , shocked with yourself for being this confident when normally you’er a girl who never speaks up. you cover it up with a small smirk , barely visible but there.

he tilts his head slightly , happy with himself that youre the one to say it first.

“you want me to bend you over the desk i mark all of your essays on?” he laughs standing up straight , towering over you , running a hand up your arm making you shiver.

“to fuck you until you don’t give a shit about passing this class?” he carry’s on.

“mhm” you nod , pupils grown , mouth parted slightly , not knowing what to say. this is what you think about everyday in class. but now it’s really happening? youre silent.

you nod again , faster , needier your breath already ragged.

chris doesn’t smile , doesn’t soften. he just stares. jaw tight like he’s offended by how desperate you are for him.

he spins you around. fast. desperate.

he steps in close and grabs a fist full of your hair , yanking your head back until your arching over his desk. the very desk he once graded your essays and circled your half-baked ideas in red.

“say it” he breathes heavily in your ear “say exactly what you me to do to you.”

“i want you to fuck me , sir bend me over—ruin me , please—.” you spit out through breaths.

his other hand slowly making its way your neck.

“fucking hell” he laughs , shoving you agaisnt the desk. “filthy little whore begging for your teacher.”

he doesn’t fuck you. not yet.

he just stares down at you.

“you really came in here like this?”he mutters pushing up your skirt, dragging a rough palm over your ass. “no thong. dripping down your legs.”

his fingers slowly reach around to your front and brushes between your thighs. “youre fucking soaked” he laughs “soaked for your teacher. ”

one thick finger slides up—slow, deliberate—collecting everything.

then he pulls away. leaving you bent over on his wooden desk.

“turn around.”

you blink. “w-what?”

“i said turn the fuck around.”

you do. bare ass agaisnt the desk. legs open waiting for him to do something.

and then

he lifts his slick fingers to your mouth.

“open.”

you part your mouth , and he pushes them in—not gentle. deep. pressing down on your tounge until you gag.

“taste how desperate you are for me?” he growls “that’s what you look like when you show up begging for for me”

he pulls his fingers out slow. wipes the rest on your cheek.

“back over.” he demands.

you follow. you spin back so fast your knees knock the desk.

he spreads your legs wider. one hand flat on your lower back to keep you there.

“you come in here looking and acting like a whore,youre gonna get fucked like one”

he spits on your cunt — again — lets it drip down until it mixes with how wet you already are.

he reaches over around you.

two fingers push in deep. no warning.

“fuck—tight already?” he laughs. “your clenching like youre about to cum and i’ve barely touched you”

he starts to fuck you with his fingers — brutal pace , no buildup , curling them right where he knows you want it until your thighs start shaking.

“you gonna cum on my fingers?”

“yes—yes,sir,please—“

“not yet.”

he pulls them out. cold air hits your cunt. you gasp.

“you want to cum?” he asks grabbing your neck from behind and pulling you up agaisnt his chest.

“yes—fuck,yes—“

“then say it”

“i want to cum on your fingers sir , please fuck—i need it , i’ll be good i swear—.” you say out of breath on the brink of an orgasm just from his fingers.

that earns you a low grown, and then he’s back in , three fingers this time. faster.

“cum for me” he growls “cum like that little slut you are”

and you do—so hard your vision goes blurry , so hard your screams echo the classroom , so hard your knees give out.

“fuck—chris, oh my god”

he lets you tremble. collapse. then?

he wipes his soaked fingers in your inner thigh.

“good girl”he says , small smirk as he turns you around to face him.

“now get ready , baby. im not even close to being done with you.”

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OKAYYY this was my first ever time writing bare with me🥀🥀

with great after care , blair💋x