#chloe lis

take care of you

pairing: chloe price x fem!reader

mdni, smut, v!fingering(r!receiving), friends to… 🤷🏽‍♀️, dom!chloe, sub!reader, sneaky sex, reader has to be quiet, this is so gayyyyy. chloe got reader hooked on cigarettes. so naughty. d*vid mentioned.

you were having a sleepover at chloes, or more like living there rent free at this point, you lay in bed as chloe had her arm around you as she played a game on her console, you could smell her cheap cologne and shampoo with a hint of weed along with her natural scent, it was delightful.

you were both still partially undressed under the covers, only in some panties and a tank top, and she was painfully aware of every point of contact between her skin and yours. she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips at the way you were helping her, your head on her shoulder as you give your input or point towards a certain section in the game when she missed something.

she glanced over at you, her voice a murmur. "you're better at this than I am, honestly.” “i know.” you stayed like that and gently played with her bullet necklace, chloe tried to ignore the tingles from your touch on her skin, eyes shifting to watch your hand as your fingers twisted and rolled over the bullets.

"you’re distracting me." you clicked you tongue “i’m helping.” “helping me lose my train of thought.” she grumbled, you chuckled and began to shift away from her. “fine then, lose the level.”

she momentarily dropped her controller and yanked you back smirking at your giggles. “get back here dumbass.”

“yeah i know you miss me.”

“shuttup.” she huffed, holding your head against her neck. “you’re just warm.” you whined “your hands are fuckin cold girl.” chloes arms still stubbornly encircled around you, holding you in place on her side, somehow her hands were always cold.

“stop complaining.” she muttered against the top of your head, her free arm wrapped around your waist, her fingers around the shape of your torso. “you're warm. i need you to be my heater for a bit.”

chloe was always touchy with you, your friendship went beyond “normal” affection, you two didn’t have boundaries that was for sure, i mean, you were best friends it’s not weird. you shamelessly got changed in front of each other, subtly checking the other out, you two liked to snuggle together wearing barely anything, because one of you would say “mind if i take my clothes off? i’m boiling.” knowing the other didn’t give a shit. you two had shared drunk or high kisses, sober kisses.. and whenever you had the itch chloe would satisfy it. “dude it’s cool, let me help, otherwise i’ll have to deal with you fidgeting all night.” while her hand snaked down your pants and into your damp underwear.

so, this night was no different. she had snuck you in because her mom and stepcunt were home and while her mom loved you, david thought you were a bad influence, which was laughable because you hadn’t even touched a cigarette until you met chloe.

being in close proximity to chloe getting you ancy and the heat pooling between your thighs was causing you to shift and squirm, you knew chloe noticed, she knew your subtle giveaways, damn it, she couldn't not notice the way you were moving against her, the movement of your hips rubbing slightly against her thigh in a way that was like a damn taunt to her, and the way your body was starting to get restless.

she knew you, you were her best friend. she knew your body's cues just like the back of her hand, and she knew when you were getting worked up.

her hand on your back held you even more tightly, her head lowered to press against the top of your head, her eyes flicking back to the game she was playing, but her own focus and attention was no longer on it, her mind too focused and hyper aware of every movement you made, the way your hips and thighs moved against and brushed against hers.

a low sigh slipped out of her chest, trying not to smile."you’re fidgety." she knew she would need to take care of you, and she always did, that’s what she was there for right?

her hand lowered to your butt, your underwear had ridden up from the squirming you had been doing.

"you need something, smartass?" “yeah..” your voice basically came out as a moan and then a gasp when chloes hand trailed down your stomach reaching into your underwear, feeling the dampness against the back of her hand along with the slick stickiness of your cunt against her fingers. she let out a barely audible moan.

“holy shit dude…you’re so damn worked up.” she chuckled, her voice sounded strained. “you need help?” you chuckled. “i hate you. and yes.” how damn wet you were and how needy you sounded had a low chuckle rumbling in chloes chest. “i got you, here, lay against me.”

with one hand she moved you so you were laying with your back against her chest onto of her the other hand that was still under your underwear felt up your seam to your clit gathering the wetness there.

“you hate me, huh? you sure about that?”

“no.” you gripped her arm holding onto it and almost digging your nails into the skin of her arm, had a soft, whimper leaving her mouth against your neck. she was into it.

that made her heart skip a beat, she didn’t know why, probably the way you answered so quickly and your tone, telling her that even as a joke “hate” was the furthest thing from what you felt for her. her own hips shifting underneath you.

"thought so." she circled your clit with the amount of pressure and speed she had learned you liked. her other hand had moved to your chest, getting comfortable under your tank top and cupping your breast. your small breathy moans got louder and heavier. “fuck chloe..”

with you wriggling above her, your ass against her clit through the thin fabric of her boxers and your sweet sounds, she could spill her juices right then to be honest.

“gotta be quiet, remember step dick david is getting his beauty sleep.”

she shifted under you slightly, her hips rocking up against you at the same time her fingers kept the same pressure, working against you.

you manage to laugh, “what’s he tired from-mmh– barking orders all day?”

she laughed. “needs to be well rested to be an angry drill sergeant all day.” she murmured, her lips pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your neck. “…you feel good?” “uh huh.. so good.”

the kiss she'd pressed to your neck turned into a gentle bite, a shudder going through her to her core knowing and hearing and feeling you felt good because of her. "you want more?" “duh.” you answer, another chuckle left her lips, the ones you loved to kiss, you always said to her that if neither of you find a partner in five years you would just date her. it was disguised as a joke, but you weren’t really joking. and chloe said that you would never find anyone suitable that cared about you and knew you like she did so that was gonna be the plan anyway she was dead serious.

the hand still holding your hip gave a gentle tug, pulling you more firmly against her, her thighs opening a bit more to give you more room to sit.

"yeah you do bet you can take two already.” “you gasped as she prodded two fingers inside you. the stretch was a little uncomfortable at first but your pussy was swallowing her quickly, begging to be filled. “o-oh! shit-” your head falls back as her fingers find that good spot deep inside you, “shhh..” she chuckled “i know, i know but gotta keep it down. i don’t like it any more than you do trust me.”

you tone it down as much as you can, pursing your lips together and biting your lip.

her head moved up to your ear, her breath hot and heavy against your skin, her own breathing growing more and more uneven.

"atta girl..”

you turn to kiss her as she gently gripped your face the second you turned to try and reach her lips, she immediately leaned in and met you halfway, her mouth reacquainting with yours.

her tongue immediately sought yours hungrily, the hand gripping your face pulling you in and keeping you close, holding you, and her hips rolled up against you in a small, possessive movement as her fingers kept touching you. when it came to you she was starved.

she felt desperate to kiss you, her tongue seeking yours, her fingers still working against you, her body shifting and rocking against yours, the need to taste and claim you more than she already had taking over. she knew she wasn’t allowed to be jealous, but fuck the thought of anyone else with you made her sick. you were her best friend and in her mind no one was good enough for you, besides her. they couldn’t take care of you like she did.

her voice was a low, breathless, almost shaky murmur against your lips when she spoke. "god.. you are so damn pretty." her fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against that spot, causing your noises to increase again, she had to cover your mouth

"shhh." she repeated.

it frustrated her too, she wanted to hear you let go, but, unfortunately that wasn’t an option at this point in time.

her fingers kept moving against your g spot in a way that she knew you responded to. “here, bury your face in the pillow.” she shifted you so you could turn your head and put your face in the pillow beside her head.

"there you go," she murmured against your skin, during this her rhythm faltered for only a second before she was curling her fingers against your g spot again. "be a good girl and stay like that for me, got it?"

you nodded as you cried out into the pillow. your body shuddered as you clenched around her fingers. she could tell you were just about there, she could read your body language very well in the years you were best friends.

her voice was hoarse against your neck, a low, breathless murmur. "that’s it.. let go babe.." as you came, your scream was subdued by the pillow as your body writhed, she kept fucking you, not deterred by your squirming and thighs closing around her arm. her breathing heavy like she was cumming too. which she was pretty sure she did.

her fingers slowly and gently slowed to a stop, pulling out from you, letting you sit up and come back to earth, you both giggled as you made eye contact. “you think they heard?” you asked glancing at her bedroom door chloe looked towards the door and listened for a moment, trying to see if she heard any movement, and when she didn't hear anything, she let out another sharp huff and looked back down to you again.

"think we're good."

“oh thank god.”

“you feeling better? you came pretty hard.” she chuckled, you two were back to talking normally, like this was such a casual thing. “yeah much better, thanks chlo.”

“anytime. don’t mention it.”

chloe broke the silence after a moment of enjoying the after session. “also you should pee.” “i don’t have to pee.” you grumbled, not wanting to move.

"i know you don't have to pee, smartass, but you should. don’t want you getting a uti. go on. go to the bathroom." she patted your hip again, her hold on you starting to loosen. “okay okay i’m going.” she smiled as she watched you go, her hands moving to instead help you off her, patting your hip one more time, affectionately this time.

"good girl."

she watched amused as you waddled across the room and left the room,she was pretty sure she'd never get enough of you like this..

when you came back you closed the door softly and crawled back into bed with her, she was dragging a cigarette, one that despite yourself you wanted it so bad.

she handed it to you as she exhaled. “here hotstuff.” “why thankyou.” you take a drag and exhale in her face. “fuck that’s good.”

chloe exhaled a laugh as she watched you, “i’ve ruined you.”

“please. i wish you would do worse to me.” you tease.

“oh? i’m gonna hold you to that.”

🪷 - Requests are open, no smut

Requester - Anonymous

LIS TIMELINE

𖦹 Chloe called you, late at night, asking you to come with her for a late night 7-11 run

𖦹 “Hey, uh,” Chloe sniffled — She must’ve had a nightmare. “I know it’s late, shitty timing, don’t go all woke on me about your sleeping schedule,” She paused. You could hear the very distinct sound of bedsheets shuffling. “Wanna go for a drive? 7-11 slushies? My treat, of course.”

𖦹 So, here you were, standing outside on the curb, waiting for Chloe to pick you up. You perk up once hearing Chloe’s truck pull up

𖦹 “Hop in, pretty girl.” Chloe leaned over, opening the door for you. She quickly dumped all of her dirty clothes and empty energy cans onto the floor

𖦹 The first few minutes were spent in total silence — Till Chloe gently nudged your elbow and smiled. “Did’ja dream about me?” You rolled your eyes and turned up the radio

𖦹 You searched through Chloe’s glove compartment, grabbing her cigarettes — “May I?” You murmured, waving the pack of Marlboros at her. “You may.” She nodded, handing you a lighter — You lit the cigarette and passed it over to Chloe

𖦹 “I’m totally counting this as kissing.” Chloe teased, winding down her window

𖦹 Then you arrived at 7-11 — You were the only two people there

𖦹 Buys a shit ton of candy. Sour patch kids, air heads, skittles. She can’t drive if she’s high, so she substitutes weed with sugar. Tries to be edgy by calling it a sugar high

𖦹 Chloe buys a blue raspberry slushie — You get a cherry slushie (see where I’m going here?) totally makes out with you in the back of her truck and you get a purple tongue (I totally didn’t use the one TikTok song as a reference…)

𖦹 Chloe drives to a nearby camp site and parks near a lookout. She dumps all of her dirty clothes in the back of truck and lays them out like a blanket

𖦹 “Sometimes I wish we could just keep driving — Like, forever. Never return to Arcadia.” You admitted, glancing at Chloe. “I wish Arcadia blew up, like, a serious numbing. Like, shit storm, ‘boom’ ‘bam’.” Chloe imitated. Sometimes it was hard to believe you were dating a legal adult who acted like a quirky seventh grader

𖦹 You fall asleep on the drive home and Chloe films you drooling all over her car