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[blakeluvsmatt]

I’ll make you feel good (C.S)

includes: chris x fem reader chris sturniolo x fem reader, bestfriend!chris, softdom!chris, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected p in v.

summary: where bestfriend!chris walks in on reader touching herself and tells her to call him next time.

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You didn’t hear the door open. You didn’t hear the creak of the floorboards. You didn’t hear him calling your name. You were too far gone, lying on your back, legs tangled in your sheets, fingers pumping in and out of your slick folds as you thew your head back whispering his name like you weren’t supposed to. Like he wasn’t your best friend. Like he wasn’t off limits. “Chris-” you moan softly before your door flings open.

“HELLO- OH”

Your entire body jolted like you’ve just been burned, you yanked your fingers away, quickly throwing your sheets over your lower half.

“That’s my bad- shit- sorry!” Chris yelled, immediately closing your door and stepping out.

“Shit” you whispered, pulling your shorts up and padding over to the door. You followed him out into your kitchen, where he sat on your couch like nothing ever happened. “Chris?” he turned his head to look at you, as casual as ever, like he hadn’t just walked in on you moaning his name with your fingers buried deep inside you. His eyes focused on you, almost as if he knew everything you were trying to hide.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice stupidly calm.

“I’m so sorry I-” you throw your arms up. “I didn’t know you were coming over. I didn’t mean for you to see that” you hide your face in the palms of your hands. He tilted his head.

“I figured” Silence fell, the silence that makes your ears ring and your stomach tighten.

“I’m so so sorry” you press your lips into a thin line, awkwardly standing in front of him.

“You said- no, moaned- my name” he pointed out. Your eyes widened in horror, just as you started to think that your current situation couldn’t get any worse than it already is.

“You heard that..?” His head dropped as he let out a soft laugh before looking up, his brows lifted slightly.

“I mean” he started. He got up off your couch, walking towards you. “If you’re gonna get off to the thought of me, the least you could do is let me help next time. I’ll make you feel good.”

Your eyes scanned his face, looking for any hint of sarcasm, but the worst of it? There wasn’t any. Your mouth fell open. “Chris. Stop. We’re friends.” You attempt to cut him off, to stop whatever was happening in this moment.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed” he murmured. “C’mon, you think I haven’t gotten off to the thought of you?” you froze. “Of course I have” his voice lower than before. “I’ve thought about what you’d sound like moaning my name. What your pussy would feel like around my dick.” His fingers wrapped lightly around your wrist, pulling you back into your room. “Let me make you feel good. I’ll finish what you started” Your breath came out in a soft gasp as he laid you down on your bed. His hand moved down, slow, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, like he already knew how wet you were. His fingers brushed your folds, smirking when his thoughts were proven right. “Still soaked for me huh?” he whispered. “Didn’t even get to finish” He pushed two fingers inside you, softly and slowly curling them, making you cry out softly. “Shh” he cooed. “There we go angel, just like that” He fucked you with slow, deliberate strokes, hitting your g spot every time without a fail. He kept his eyes on yours the entire time. “Look at you… all desperate for your best friend’s fingers” he teased, increasing his pace. “Makes me wonder what else you’re so desperate for.” You moaned, thighs shaking. The familiar feeling in your stomach starting to knot. “You close already?” he teased, rubbing his thumb over your clit in soft circles. “Shit.. you really were thinkin’ ‘bout me”

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you came undone all over his fingers, nails digging into his back under his shirt. Hips stuttering, soft cries falling from your lips. “Fuck Chris” you pant as he helps you ride out your high.

“There we go, thats my good girl” When your breathing slowed, he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “M’not done with you yet, angel” You watched him sit up on his knees, pulling down his joggers along with his boxers. He pumped his hard cock a few times, hissing with every stroke. He pressed the head of his dick up against your entrance. “This okay?”

“I want you” you breathed, pulling him in. “Please”

He slid in, slow, bottoming out. “Fuck angel, you feel so good” he groaned, slowly beginning to thrust in and out, allowing you to adjust to his size. He kissed your neck between each thrust, whispering sweet and filthy things. “Look so pretty like this, takin’ me so fuckin’ well”

“Chris” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as your mouth fell open, chanting his name like an attempt to summon him. “Tell me how good this feels baby. Tell me i’m making you feel good”

“You are” you breathed. “Fuck- Chris don’t stop, please”

He never did. Not until you were falling apart beneath him. Back arching, legs shaking, moans getting louder and louder, clenching around him. “So close angel, can you wait out for me?” he cooed, lacing his fingers with yours. You nod in response, too fucked out to even reply with words. Chris smirks at your response, thrusting even faster, his groans filled the room as the way you clenched around his dick sent him over the edge. With one final thrust, he spilled inside of you, your climax reaching its peak too, leaving a ring of cum around the bottom of his dick. He pulled out slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he collapsed beside you, innocently tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“Not gonna be embarrassed anymore, are we?” he whispered, grinning into your temple. You laughed breathless.

“Maybe a little” Chris kissed your shoulder, arm lazily resting around your waist.

“Next time call me sooner” he mumbled into your neck.

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

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i fear this one’s shit sorry guys :,)

[blakeluvsmatt]

this is all i have to say

[blakeluvsmatt]

WHAT THE FUCK MATTHEW.

he looks so good i wanna cream the beard the hair the outfit the look the tie. IM NOT BREATHING.

i need to turn that beard orange YESTERDAY.

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

(literally with a throat ache)

[blakeluvsmatt]

masterlist 🍒

smut- ❦

fluff- ❧

angst- ۵

MATT STURNIOLO

Matt fucks you silent ❦

Lovers rock ❧

CHRIS STURNIOLO

I’ll make you feel good ❦

[blakeluvsmatt]

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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[blakeluvsmatt]

hi this my bestest friend in the whole entire world💋

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

[blakeluvsmatt]

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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[blakeluvsmatt]

Hi lovelies! Get to know me <3

blake-roseanne. 19. she/her. leo. british. blondie. bisexual. one direction. harry styles. niall horan. zayn. clairo. cigarettes after sex. tv girl. chase atlantic. matt sturniolo. monster high. summer baby. i <3 alpacas :). cherry defender (it’s harry’s prettiest baby). lupus warrior 💜.

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who i to write for:

-matt sturniolo

-chris sturniolo

- harry styles

-requests!

what ill write:

-nsfw

-angst

-fluff

with lube and a throat ache, blake x

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