. . . new nails ⋆˙⟡ bsf!chris x bsf!reader
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⌗ 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
⌗ 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.
“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?”
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.
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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