#blairluvschris

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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..

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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