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STANDING OVULATION OR WTV

— more than friends ...?

♡ a nervous chris asks his best friend {peach} to be his valentine, making her question how she feels for him and if they really are just friends. A slow burn romance, filled with jokes and inner thoughts, neither can tell how they feel about each other until they meet lips.

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! !: fluff, smut (fem oral)

about this au

⋆ wc: 2.1k not proofread

Peach was laying, legs stetched out under her blanket, cozy on her couch. She was stuffing her mouth full of her favourite chocolates and scrolling through her exes Instagram page, flicking through pictures of him and his new girl. Depressed on valentines day, not exactly the best day for her.

Her phone buzzes and she picks it up, scrambling for the remote to pause the rom com she's watching.

A text illuminates the screen, from Chris.

“Come outside.” it reads.

She rolls her eyes and squirms on the couch, not wanting to get up and lose her comfortable spot,

“Whyyy, I'm cozy rn.” she texts

an instant reply hits her screen,

“Trust me, it's worth it!” from Chris.

With a grunt and a groan she stretches her legs and pokes them out of the blanket, landing on the floor and shuffling to the door with her blanket still wrapped around her. She opens the door to chris, stood in her front yard.

The speaker starts up playing fetty waps 'again', as chris dies laughing, after his laughter calms down, with the speaker still blasting he hobbles to your door and hands you a large bunch of red roses.

Amongst your giggles you thank him for the roses. “No problem peach.” He chuckles, shutting off the speaker.

She lets him inside, opening up the door wider as he walks in, his timberland boots clicking against the hard wood floors.

“Uhm, don't mind the mess. I've been a little depressed today.” You excuse

Chris' eyes scan around the living room, cluttered with chocolate wrappers, tissues, and at least ten blankets. “Alright..” he huffs, stepping over peaches third hello kitty blanket to crawl onto her couch.

“Now I was thinking -i mean, if you want to? If you don't mind-” Chris was stuttering,

“Yes?” Peach smiles

“I thought you'd be sad today, you know, because of the break up a little while ago and living alone now, so why don't we go out to dinner tonight?” Chris asks

“Us? Dinner?” Peaches panics on the spot.

“Uh- like only a friend thing.” Chris reassures her.

[ Peach thought it over a second, would it be a good thing to go on a date with Chris? It could give him false hope. You see, chris had confessed feelings for Peach the day before she had made it official with her then boyfriend Marcus. She had to turn him down, being Marcus' girlfriend now. When she'd found out Marcus was cheating, she kicked him out of their house and ran to Chris to cry to about it. But things had been awkward a while now, even four months after her breakup. Although this was 'only a friend thing' right?

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Peach accepts.

Chris smiles at her, “By the way, fuck is this you're watching?” he asks, laughing at the kissing couple on her TV screen.

“For your information, Christopher, this is 'ten things I hate about you', and it's fucking fire.” Peach giggles, un-pausing the TV to let the scene play. She curls up on the couch next to Chris.

── .✦. ── an hour later :

The time flies by as Peach is wrapped in Chris' muscular arms, and both are sound asleep until, the movie comes to an end, and their both suddenly hyper-aware of their situation. Peach is bundled up on his chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling his clothed chest move up and down, and he breathes slowly. She feels content here at home.

Chris shuffles away awkwardly, “Alright, I gotta go Peach but I'll see you at dinner tonight, right?”

“Yes sir!” She smiles sweetly, “Text me what time!” She yells as he laces up his boots at the end of the stairway.

“I will! ” he yells back.

── .✦. ── 8pm, time for the date! :

Peach is curling her hair, ready for the date. Her lips are lined with the perfect cocoa shade of brown, her hair is flowing in perfect curls, and her sheer white dress is hugging her figure. She looked angelic tonight. You couldn't deny it.

“Wow.” Chris scoffs when he arrives to pick her up, his eyes roam around her body. He fights to keep them tame and look at her face, but he can't help his mind from wandering as his eyes drift onto her waist. Nobody could stop his brain from imagining dirty scenarios of him holding onto her. He was like a deer infront of headlights.

“Chris?” She interrupts his obscene fantasies, concerned as to why he's been staring blankly at her for so long.

“Shit, yeah get in let's go.” he says, breaking away from his stare.

Peach immediately steals the aux and turns on some music, choosing her rap playlist to blast throughout the car.

“Damn I did not expect this type of music from you.” Chris chuckles at the innapropriate rap music that played, which wasn't helping his impulsive sexual fantasies of her.

“I love it.” Peach giggles, sending Chris into a laughter as well.

── .✦. ── at the restaurant :

Peach had so much fun in the car singing along to dirty rap songs. She had forgotten that she actually had no clue where she was being taken to dinner, until she arrived.

“Oh my god, Chris.” Peach whined,

The restaurant was definitely more than nice, it was fancy as fuck and the interior was gorgeous. Chandeliers were hung over the ceiling, and the tables were sprinkled with pretty decorations. This place didn't look easy to book, Chris had to have planned this for weeks.

As sweet as the gesture was, Peach was intimidated by it all. This gorgeous restaurant, the flowers? This wasn't feeling so friendly. This felt more like a real date.

“Chris this place is really nice.” Peach says,

“I know, you like it?” Chris grins like a kid given candy

“It's beautiful, but a little much for just friends at dinner.” Peach mumbles unsure of her assumptions,

“Well, the only way to get you out of the house would be to go somewhere nice, right?” Chris smiles,

“I suppose you're right.” Peach admits, she would've never bothered to get dressed up and stop wallowing in her sadness if it wasn't for Chris' suprise.

The room was vast and tables were far apart, ensuring everyone in the restaurant could have conversations without background noise. Unfortunately for Peach that was all she was wishing for at this moment. The table was awkwardly silent, leaving her wondering what Chris was thinking of.

“Bout that movie?” Chris starts to chip away at the block of awkward silence,

“Ten things I hate about you!” Peach exclaims excitedly, ready to discuss her all-time favourite movie ever.

“So what happens in your goofy rom com and should I bother watching it?” Chris remarks

“Basically, the main girl, Kat, is lowkey guy-reppellent, but her little sister Bianca can't date until Kat does, you with me so far?” Peach is starting to explain,

“Mhm.” Chris smiles, seeing Peach in her element talking about the things she loved was so cute.

“And so.. Kat dates this guy Patrick who's paid to go out with her by biancas crush, but they end up falling in love.” Peach explains.

“That's cool, might watch it.” Chris says sarcastically,

“Really?” Peach questions

“Nah kid.” Chris laughs

Peach pulls an annoyed face at him along with a side eye at him and to top it all off, rolls her eyes.

Later, Peach and Chris are leaving the restaurant, having eaten and shared many conversations. Their walking along a cobblestone path up to a bridge.

“Tell me something i dont know about you.” Peach blurts out.

“What?” Chris snorts, “You already know everything about me, were best friends.”

“Oh, c'mon.” He nudges her shoulder, “There has to be something.” Peach giggles,

“Alright, I sleep with stuffed animals in my bed every night.” Chris admits,

“What! For real? So you take 'em off of that shelf every night?” She laughs

“Yeah, I can't sleep alone.“ Chris tells her,

“Awh thats kinda cute.” Peach punches his shoulder playfully,

“'ight, now your turn.” Chris demands,

“Alright, alright.” Peach mumbles, “I've never had oral.”

“Really? Never?” Chris asks in shock,

“It's not like I don't want it- past boyfriends just thought it was weird or didnt want to do it on me.” Peach says shyly

“You want me to?” Chris joked

Or was it really a joke? Peach was used to these jokes, but this time, it seemed different. His tone, they way he had looked her in the eyes as he said it, the 'not date date' they were on. This time it didn't feel like a joke.

Peach paused, looking Chris in the eye, trying to figure out if he had meant what he said.

“Just jokin' kid, don't get scared.” Chris, let's out an awkward laugh,

“Hahah, right.” Peach fakes a laugh, and rubs her arm from the cold.

Weirdly enough she was slightly disappointed. Imagining Chris' head between her legs for a second seemed sweet. His hands trailing up her thighs, leaving soft kisses. The sight from above of his hair, tickling her legs as he dove his tongue inside of her-

She's interrupted mid thought- “Ya cold Peaches?” Chris says, immediately removing his jacket and wrapping it around her before she could answer.

“Thanks.” she whispers, shivering and shaking underneath it still.

“Home now?” Chris asks her, A shaky Peach accepts of course, wanting to cuddle up under her millions of blankets.

── .✦. ── at home :

Peach, of course, bursts through the door of her home, immediately showering to get warm and emerging in fluffy pyjamas holding multiple blankets. “Movie night?” She suggests to Chris, a huge smile painted across her face. He has no choice but to agree when she looks at him like that.

'The Dark Knight', Chris' pick of movie, plays on the bright screen. But Chris doesn't watch it. He's staring at Peach for most of the movie.

“Y'know what I said earlier, if it made you uncomfortable I'm sorry.” Chris begins,

“It didn't.” Peach halts him, “I liked it.”

“The joke, o-or?” Chris stutters,

“I'll take you up on your offer if that's what you want.” Peach tells him, shocked to even hear herself speak, not used to being so forward like this but she felt good about it.

Chris' eyes shift for a second. He's unsure if he's finally getting the moment he's been waiting for. He looks down at the floor, up to her eyes and to her lips, where his hand snakes up to her jaw and pulls her in to kiss.

His kiss was soft at first, easing her in and pushing his lips against hers, until it turned hungry, passionate, and desperate to taste her. His lips moved down her neck, sucking and kissing down her skin.

“Oh! Fuck chris..” Peach whines, his mouth wrapped around her nipple, until he travels down again soon.

“May I?” He asks, almost in a beg. His eyes were wide and puppy dog, pleading for her to say yes. Peach smiles and nods. Chris almost rips her underwear, diving in immediately, he'd been thinking about doing this for so long.

“So wet, I didn't know you wanted this so bad.” Chris whispers, wiping a finger across her dripping pussy.

“I do, I need it. ” Peach whines at the contact, praying for more.

His lips are quickly scoping around her clit, kissing it and rolling his tongue along. Every muffled groan he let's out sends vibrations pulsing through her. He's buried between her legs and is content to die there.

“Oh my god.” Peach moans, followed by gibberish mumbles and whines for mercy.

His tongue is wild, sending rippling pleasure through Peaches body every time he flicks it. He's slowly chipping away at the knot in her stomach with each euphoric motion of his careful tongue. Peach has her legs wrapped around him, and her hands in his hair.

By now minutes have passed and his tongue is only getting faster, hungrier, more determined to make her come the best she ever has. Peach is only getting louder, moaning almost pornographically at his friction. His hands are gripping her hips, pulling apart her legs as he dives deeper, swirling his tongue. Her hands pull at his hair and scratch his back, begging for more.

“Fuck Chris this is so good.” she moans out, which only makes the tent in his pants grow harder. He's coaxing the pleasure out of her every second she's closer to euphoria. Chris pushes his hands up her hips, caressing her skin.

Finally she reaches her high, her whole body relaxing into a puddle, her legs un-clenching as Chris' tongue rides her through it.

“Good?” Chris jokes,

“Fuck you, that was the best of my life.” Peach giggles,

“Well if you'll give me a chance we could do that again.” Chris suggests,

“Oh fuck yeah, you're with me now.” Peach laughs, diving in to kiss him again.

⋆ A/n : this is my first long fic, please give constructive criticism! I'm honestly scared to post and might take this down if it does shit because I'm worried people are gonna hate this!!

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sturnsdolan · 2 months ago

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If walls could talk C.S.

Warnings: Smut without plot, sub!reader, use of pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft dom chris and more

(English is not my first language)

He stopped kissing you to flip you over, your pelvis landing delicately on one of his pillows, you readjusted your hips to make sure he could perfectly see what was between your legs.

"Ass up baby" he called from behind you, caressing your legs by your sides with both hands, trying to hold back all his desires, just to give you the attention you needed. Feeling some weight on the bed you turned your head to find him sitting right beside you, he held your neck slightly with his left hand, forcing you to maintain eye contact, while running his right one through the arch your back had made for him, resting it right on your cheek, giving it a tight squeeze, spreading it in the process to catch a glimpse of your glistening pussy.

"You can't even hide how horny you are huh?" He teased. "I want more of that" Chris whispered to himself while running the tip of his fingers through your wet folds.

Frustration taking over you, you exhaled in desperation pleading with your eyes for him to finally touch you, to fix the mess he'd made.

"Please baby, please" you squirm under his hands, "I know" he mumbled, eyes darkening as he stared at your throbbing cunt, gathering all your wetness on his middle finger, your breath imposible to control from anticipation, he was good at everything he did to you, but his fingers... nothing could compare to the way he made you feel the second they laid on your pussy.

Cutting out your thoughts, a pressure interrupted your mind as you felt two long digits being pushed in your dripping hole slowly, mouth agape, you let your head fall back, his hand holding you steady still on your neck, holding tighter than before, a moan threatens to escape your throat but emptyness took over you the moment Chris took his fingers out fully, you exhale in dissapointment, only to frown your eyebrows in pleasure seconds after as you feel his wet fingers that once filled you, rubbing your clit in circles.

"Fuck yes" you moaned out, mind going blank, it was driving you insane, feeling so much pleasure, but wanting so much more at the same time. Chris pushed his fingers back in, pumping them in and out, "Ahh- Chris keep going" your whines music to his ears, taking your words as motivation, Chris pumped his fingers deeper, curling them as they went in, to reach a certain spot that made your eyes roll back.

"Mmhh Chris f- fuck I can't I-" you pleaded as you lost control of your body, legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers everytime he pushed them in, you were close and he knew it.

He pulled his fingers out once again, switching to rubbing your clit faster than ever before, it was so overwhelming tears formed on the corner of your eyes, "C'mon baby give it to me" Chris groaned shoving his fingers back in one last time, even he felt like cumming, seeing you so fucked out just from his fingers drove him insane, your wet sounds made his mind wander to how easy it would be to bury his dick in, how pretty it'd all look coated in your juices, but he needed to focus on you.

"C-Chris I- I'm clo- fuckk" you screamed, hands finding their way into the sheets to ease you from the orgasm that was about to take over you, the knot on your stomach growing as the seconds went by.

Chris's weight had completely dissapeared from beside you, his hand slowly releasing your neck, his fingers kept pumping into you ever so slowly, until you felt him spreading your legs open from behind you, just enough to give him space, his fingers returning to their usual pace.

You were so lost in ecstasy you hadn't noticed Chris laid right between your legs, your orgasm aproaching faster, a series of curses, moans, and filthy words left your mouth, it was the only thing you could think of. "Yes yes fuckk! I'm c-cummi-" just before you finished, Chris's fingers pulled out of you quickly, to be replaced with his tongue, going flat over your clit and entering your hole right after, his thumb immediately circling around your clit, his left hand gripping at your ass, the feeling all together bringing you to the brim. Your body convulsed uncontrollably as you clenched around his tongue, your release coating him, dripping from his chin to the bed, his thumb stopped its movements on your clit to let him fully taste you, his mouth going to placing kisses on your pussy to flicking over it to catch the rest of your sweet fluids. "Chris fuck" you whimpered trying to catch your breath, "Tastes so fucking good" Chris grunted as he used both of his arms to get off the bed, he reached closer to you, his hands finding your waist to flip you over, finally getting to kiss you.

"This is the hardest you've made me cum so far" you confessed as a lazy smile appeared on your face, "Pretty sure I can make you cum even harder" Chris said.

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