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꒰ ⸝⸝ your lucky star ㆍ 25 ㆍ redbull aficionado ㆍ horror movies ㆍ cats & deer ㆍ obsessed with ducks ㆍ comfort above everything ㆍ red everything ⸝⸝ ꒱
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i feel like my problems don’t matter lmfao
i texted my mom to see if i could call her on my lunch break for some advice/help to handle what im dealing with at work and she ignored me
i feel like my problems don’t matter lmfao
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Summary: you were riding your pillow when your friend Chris walked in on you, and decided that you were gonna ride him instead.
Warnings: f masturbation, m masturbation, riding, watching each other, kissing
You're right in the middle of it, your hips grinding down onto the damp, crumpled pillow beneath you, your soaked pussy rubbing against the fabric, desperate for friction. The pillow is bunched up between your thighs, a sorry substitute for the real thing, but it's all you've got right now. Your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, a low, breathy moan spilling out of you with every rock of your hips. You're so lost in the feeling, the rising pressure in your clit, that you don't hear the door creak open.
"Fuck, what the hell?"
Your eyes snap open. One of your good friends Chris is standing in the doorway, keys still in his hand, his jaw hanging loose. He wasn’t supposed to come over for another two hours. Your heart rockets into your throat, but your body, traitor that it is, keeps moving, keeps humping the pillow, as if it hasn't registered the intrusion yet.
"Chris.. fuck, I..” You try to scramble off the pillow, but your legs are shaky, your pussy still slick and aching. You're caught red handed, literally. The pillow is soaked, your handprints visible on the fabric.
But he doesn't look away. His eyes travel from your flushed face down to your wet thighs, the glistening lips of your cunt still visible between your legs, and back up again. There's a dark, hungry shift in his expression. The friend who's always clapped you on the back, who's crashed on your couch a hundred times, he's staring at you like you're a piece of meat.
"Don't stop," he says, his voice low, rough. He kicks the door shut behind him, locks it without looking away from you.
"What? Chris, we're just friends.. you’re not supposed to see me like this.”
"Doesn't look like you're thinking about friendship right now," he says, but he doesn't step closer. Instead, he crosses to the old armchair in the corner of your room, the one that's always draped with laundry. He sits down, leaning back, and undoes his jeans. His dick is already hard, thick, straining against his boxers. He pulls it out, wraps his hand around the shaft, and starts stroking himself slowly.
"I want to watch," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keep going. Ride that pillow like you were. Let me see you."
Your breath catches. You should be mortified, but the sight of him, his fist moving lazily along his cock, his eyes fixed on you, hungry and patient, sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to your core. You don't look away. You sink back down onto the pillow, your thighs squeezing it, and start grinding again.
It's different now. You're hyperaware of his gaze, the way his hand slides up and down, the wet sound of his palm on his skin. You whimper louder, letting your head fall back, your hips moving faster. The fabric drags against your clit, and you gasp, moaning shamelessly.
"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, his strokes picking up pace. "Fuck yourself on that pillow. You look so goddamn good like that."
You can see the precum glistening on the tip of his cock, see the way his abs tighten with each pull of his hand. You can't stop staring. Your own movements become more frantic, more desperate, the pillow saturated beneath you. But it's not enough. You need more than fabric. You need him.
You lift your head, meet his eyes. Your voice is hoarse, needy. "Chris, come here."
He stops stroking, his fist still wrapped around his dick. "You sure?"
"Uh huh," you say, the words spilling out before you can think. "I want to ride you."
He's on his feet in an instant. He crosses to the bed, his cock bobbing, and lies down flat on his back, his arms behind his head. The mattress dips under his weight. He's watching you again, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Well? Come on then. Show me how you ride."
You crawl over to him, the pillow forgotten, your knees sinking into the sheets on either side of his hips. His dick stands tall, slick and eager. You hover over it, your pussy dripping, and reach down to guide the head to your entrance. You both gasp as you sink onto him, slow, inch by inch, until he's buried deep inside you.
“Fuck," you breathe, your hands planted on his chest.
"Ride me," he says, his hands gripping your hips. "Ride me like you rode that pillow."
You do. You start to move, lifting and dropping, your slick heat sliding along his length. The angle is perfect, every thrust hits that spot inside you, makes your vision blur. You throw your head back, moaning loud, your tits bouncing. Chris's hands find your waist, guiding your rhythm, his thumbs digging into your skin.
"That's it, fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hips rising to meet yours. "Look at you taking my cock, such a good girl."
You lean forward, your mouth finding his in a messy, hungry kiss. You keep riding him, faster now, your clit grinding against his pubic bone with every drop. The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.
"I'm gonna cum," you whimper against his mouth.
"Me too," he grunts. "Fill me up, baby. Cum on my cock."
That's all it takes, the shock of his dirty words, the sight of his flushed face beneath you. You shatter, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching hard around his dick. He follows a second later, his hips bucking, a low growl tearing from his throat as he pumps his cum deep inside you.
You collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, slick with sweat. His hand strokes your back slowly.
"Well," he says, a lazy laugh rumbling through him. "I guess we're not just friends anymore."
You lift your head, grin at him. "Guess not. But next time, lock the damn door."
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. . . new nails ⋆˙⟡ bsf!chris x bsf!reader
⤷ bestfriends to ? » smut » 1.5k
in which . . .
⌗ a night in with your best friend turns into something more when he notices your newly done nails and discovers an issue that comes with having them
this will include . . .
⌗ smut, fingering, softdom!chris, teasing, pet names (baby, pretty girl, sweet girl)
⟶ not proofread, lowercase intended
your living room is full of ambiance with only candles lit and lamps on. next to you sits your bestfriend, chris.
infront of you, the tv glows with some random movie chris insisted you watch. and for some reason, it seems you’re much more invested than he is.
“wait- did you get your nails done?” chris says, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.
truth is chris had been looking at you rather than the movie, the entire time. his eyes trailing over your features and the gold necklace splayed across your neck and collarbones. infact, he’d been looking at you so intently he’d even noticed the long, sharp nails at your fingertips. you didn’t usually have them that long… or that sharp.
you turn your head towards him, drawing your gaze from the movie to him. your eyes finally land on his.
“hm?” you hum, having been too caught up in the movie to actively hear whatever he said.
“oh- i just was saying did you get your nails done? they seem a little different.” he restates.he sees the way your eyes lit up.
he noticed your nails the fact you’d switched them up a little. “yeah, i did” you glint, excitedly putting your hands out in front of you, in chris’s direction, so he could see them. his hands hold yours as he looks at the nails. they are really fucking long, and really fucking sharp.
one of his fingers presses against the sharp end of one of your nails. “holy shit” he chuckles, amazed, or slightly shocked by how sharp they are.
“you like ‘em?”
“yeah, they’re really sharp though.”
you both go back to watching the movie- well, rather, you go back to watching the movie. chris however is still watching your hands. he notice the gold rings on your pinky and index finger. leaving your ring finger and middle finger bare. chris is trying so hard to not have pervy thoughts, but come on, the ring placement? leaving those specific two fingers bare?
his thoughts get the best of him, to the extent he’s now thinking of how the fuck you’d be able to touch yourself with those weapon ass nails?
“wait a minute” chris says before he can stop himself.
“hm?” you turn to him once again.
“how do you like-“ he rethinks what he’s about to ask “how do you touch yourself with those nails?”
oh.
you and chris are comfortable around eachother, so it’s not that weird. you just didn’t wanna talk about the fact you can’t finger yourself, since it’s something you were trying to distract yourself from.
“dude, don’t even bring it up.” you say, being overly dramatic with you mannerisms. “i can’t.” you admit. is it sort of embarrassing it’s affecting you so bad? yes, maybe, but ovulation won’t stop for nails.
“you can’t what?” chris says, his mind skipping past not being able to touch yourself, cause who would be able to live that way? “you cant touch yourself?” he confirms.
“yes, chris. i can’t touch myself.” you restate, a faint pink blush now dusting along your cheeks as your gaze instinctively leaves his.
“oh.” chris says, laced with a tone that makes him sound unsure, probably because he’s never had that issue. you see the change in his expression. from something slightly sympathetic, to something mocking and teasing. he chuckles, ofcourse he’s being an asshole. “you can’t touch yourself” he chuckles again. “could never be me.” he says , just rubbing it all in.
“hey, fuck you!” you exclaim getting a little more annoyed by it than you should.
“aw, poor thing.” chris mocks.
the way chris said that affects you in a way it wasn’t intended to. the mocking lilt in his tone was meant to offend you. instead it did the opposite. you blame ovulation.
“shut up” you scoff, staring to chuckle yourself. “i invited you over to distract me from that, not to piss me off.”
something in chris ticks. you wanted him to come over to distract you from the fact you can’t touch yourself. but what if he helped you out instead?
he swallows before speaking. “oh i can help distract you.” he says with a pervy fucking smirk on his face. you know what he’s insinuating, and so does he.
“very funny.” you say narrowing your gaze with a tilt of your head. but chris’s smirk doesn’t falter. doesn’t waver at all. he’s serious, isn’t he.
“oh absolutely fucking not.”
———
chris’s fingers circle your clit in a teasingly slow manner, drawing soft whines from your mouth.
how did you let this happen? fuck knows.
“chris- fuck, please” you rasp, breathless and pent up.
“please, what?” chris responds with the smuggest look on his face, as he looks down at you beneath him.
“dont tease..” you manage to mumble incoherently.
“what was that pretty girl? use your words f’me.” he says, knowing exactly what you meant. he purposely slows down the rate at which his digits circle your clit just to see you squirm.
“stop teasing me” you stutter. god, you are confused and conflicted at the fact chris of all people is making you whine and stutter.
“mmm…” chris hums like he’s evaluating whether he should listen to you or not. “say please.” he grins, knowing he’s got you cornered.
his fingers come to a full stop, yey still press firmly on your now throbbing cunt.
“i’m not gonna-“ you start, but the fight in you has officially left. “please” you rasp.
“see, was that so hard?” chris teases just to piss you off.
his fingers pick up where they left off, now doubling down on the effort. he slides two fingers into your soaked entrance. he chuckles, with an amused and cocky lilt. “so fuckin’ wet, you get this wet for other people or am i special?” he teases.
“fuck off-“ you start, before you’re cut off by the feeling of chris’s fingers curling just right, as they thrust in and out of your sopping cunt at a sickening pace.
as he pulls moans from your lips he can’t help but look down at you with a smug grin. chris had forever tried making moves on you and you’d managed to turn them all down. but he knew he’d get there eventually, even under specific reasoning.
he changes the angle of his hand so his thumb can brush small, tight circles over your clit; the double stimulation unravels you.
that’s when chris realises he’ll be addicted to watching you unravel and moan under his touch for a long, long time.
a low heat in your belly grows at a rapid pace, it immediately has you in a trance, your eyes fluttering as you whine his name over n over and the coil low in your stomach tightens.
“shit- chris, m’gonna cum” you whine, and to chris that is the most pretty sound he’s ever heard.
“yeah, baby? cum all over my fingers sweet girl.” he coos, and that sweet tone is just enough to push you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes over you just as he says that, your pussy clenching around his fingers. for a second he admires you, so raw and vulnerable. your back arching as your eyebrow knit in pleasure. so pretty, so vulnerable.
“holy fuck..” you rasp as you feel his fingers leave you empty. he maintains eyecontact with you as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them clean, tasting you. your heart palpitates at the sight.
“helpful?” chris grins.
a/n ⟢ ok so this is my first fic, kinda nervy so pls lmk if you enjoyed! also lmk if you’d wanna see more of bsf!chris and bsf!reader
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No Invite? No Problem
*This came from an idea that @dykes4chris had. HERE is the post.*
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: In which you weren't invited to a party, so Chris gives you a party of his own (wink wink)
CW: 🔞 Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): oral (f and m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, doggy style, unprotected sex, possessive language, restraint/holding down, dom!Chris, switch!Reader, over stimulation (both parties), if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
It was another normal Friday night for you, but for Chris, it was the night of a big party he was invited to with his friends.
Chris’s phone buzzed with another message from his group chat:
Matt: Party’s on tonight! You coming, bro?
Nick: Yeah, come on. Noah offered to pick us up tonight.
He glanced over at you. You were curled up on the couch with a big blanket around you, your attention half on the TV, half on your phone. Chris bit his lip, he was very conflicted. He already knew you hadn’t been invited—a detail that stung more than he liked to admit.
He typed out a reply—
Chris: Nah, I’m going to hang with my girl tonight.
—then put his phone down for good measure.
Im halfway through creating a brand new Chris X Reader AU and it got me thinking, does anyone remember the movie Beautiful Creatures? Because the AU is loosely based off Lena and Ethan and I don’t want everyone to be confused.😭🤍
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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i’ve had one whack ass day
did my nails lol
i'm in love with your theme (and you)
marry me rn
i’m currently in @sturnsbunny’s bra
i am genuinely so proud of matt oh my god
that is actually a wild fucking number to see :( thank you all for the love and support :(
and major thank you to my guppy @sturnsbunny without you i would’ve deactivated a long time ago, thank you for keeping my sanity and being the main reason im still writing i love u always
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synopsis: in which trouble misses chris while he’s in atlanta and as things are about to peak, chris says something that has trouble’s blood running cold.
pairing: best friend!chris & “ trouble “ aka best friend!reader
warnings: swearing, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, angst, chris using “i love you” like a band aid and trouble is avoidant.
credits to @mattsstarlet for precious! and credits to @sturnsbunny for bun aka herself!
“shit trouble, been lookin’ forward to this all fuckin’ day.” chris pants, his voice airy and strained as his desperately fists his cock, a mix of his precum and spit acting as lube creating a slick sound that fills the silence alongside your pitiful whimpers.
you’ve got your laptop set up between your spread legs, your back against your pillows and your head lolling back against your headboard as your fingers are buried to the hilt in your soaking cunt, the ministrations squelching as your pace borders on pathetic and needy, chris’ name spilling from your lips in high-pitched whines and whimpers.
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