#chloexreader

[paythepricee]

hi ☺️ can you write a chloe x reader where the reader is tutoring chloe and she keeps getting distracted by how cute reader is? 💜

hi anon , eek this is such a honor and a cute request .ᐟ.ᐟ of course . if i’m honest , it would make sense for chloe to need a tutor because good lord she always skipped .

i’m not sure whether you wanted a fic or some headcannons , so i’ll do a short fic .ᐟ.ᐟ

“ Sometimes when you stare , our hearts entwine “

Study sesh! Chloe price x fem!Reader -ˋˏ✄┈ wlw

Lyrics: “Baby when your near, it’s warm inside. Sometimes when you stare, our hearts entwine.” - You Might Be Sleeping, Clairo

Synopsis: You, Chloe’s “friend”, tutor her in any attempt to get her grade up. However, she can’t help but be a love-fool and keep her eyes off of you. Schools the last thing on her mind— especially when you’re around.

Cw: Some suggestive wording (!loserChloex!femReader), fluff and sfw, cussing

A/N: Okay i LOVE these types of plots sm. I can so imagine her doing this. Also this based off before the storm before Chloe got expelled .ᐟ.ᐟ (not proofread— again . whoops .)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ It was already halfway through third semester, and Chloe couldn’t lie, her grades dropped below average, completely tanked. Given the circumstances, it made sense. Chloe would skip every minute of every class, either running off to the bathroom to get stoned, or to wander throughout the halls of Black Well— in hopes to sneak past Wells and beyond the campus. School hadn’t exactly been on her radar. You on the other hand were a polar opposite. Straight A’s, honors student— who probably had color coordinated notes and a perfectly organized backpack.

It should’ve annoyed Chloe, but it didn’t. Not even a little. Because on top of being brainy and freakishly good at math, you were also insanely beautiful. And kind. Like, run-to-Chloe’s-house-to-teach-her-when-no-one-else-could kind.

So when you sat next to her after science one day and, with that obnoxiously cute voice, said, “Chloe, if you keep avoiding this not only will you opposite opportunities, but Well’s is gonna eat you alive.” Chloe didn’t really have a comeback or a sassy remark. Especially when you, of all people, offered to tutor her. In her house. In her room. She should’ve said no. She figured she would’ve said no— hell, she should’ve laughed it off. But instead, she muttered something like “yeah, whatever, i guess”. And the next thing she knew, you were already typing away on your phone, asking what time worked best.

Now, Chloe was sitting on her bed, legs crisscrossed and hands fidgeting in her lap—pretending like she wasn’t totally spiraling deep down. Her room was a complete mess between the overflowing laundry basket, the empty beer bottles scattered across the hardwood floor, and the lingering scent of cigars wafting throughout the air. Thankfully, she managed to crack the window, shove most of the sprawled out sweats into her closest, and kick her stash below her bed— all before you had arrived five minutes later.

There were black and white textbooks spread out between you both, but Chloe hadn’t looked at a single page. A single line, at that. Not when you kept leaning over like that. Not when you snickered everytime she gave a wrong answer. Like she totally wasn’t doing it on purpose, to hear you once more.

“Okay focus,” you said, tapping the spine of her notebook. “We aren’t leaving this room until you understand the difference between slope and intercept. Cmon, this is basic knowledge!” But Chloe only tilted her head, too much in a daze to completely grasp at the depth of the situation. Chloe had always knew to be more soft-spoken around you, not so straightforward. She didn’t quite understand why, but she felt herself unable to act like her sarcastic self around you. Even Chloe, has her moments though. Like now.

“Sounds kinda kinky when you say it like that.” Which earned both a chuckle and an eye roll from you. What a score, in Chloe’s opinion. Chloe caught it. “Chloe, it’s math. Not foreplay.” “Same difference.” Chloe shrugged, leaning back onto her hands, into her plush pillow. “Both are hard, and confusing.” You couldn’t take anything seriously around Price. Even when you meant it. You sucked air through your teeth, eyes darting back to the lined paper in an attempt to not laugh.

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are, in my room. Tutoring me.” Chloe chirped, her piercing blue eyes landing back onto you. Maybe it was just her, but she could feel herself warm up, especially when you’re near. “Guess i must be doing something right.”

You shook your head, but the indent engraved into your cheek lingered, and Chloe caught herself staring—again. There was something stupidly mesmerizing about the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. How the light from her lamp caught in your hair just right. How you smelled like something warm and floral and kind, like you didn’t belong in a house like this, in a room like hers—but you were here anyway. And you chose to.

Fuck. She was screwed.

It didn’t take long until you nudged her once more, snapping her out of the seance like state she was in. A murmur fell past your lips, “Okay, no more distractions. Let’s try another one, yeah?”

But how was she supposed to stay focused when you were the distraction?

Chloe blinked back to the page, the numbers and your fancy cursive handwriting swimming on the paper like they were written in another language, but your voice grounded her—low, steady, soft, a melody wrapped in sunlight. You leaned a little closer to explain something, and she could feel the brush of your sleeve against hers, the warmth of you radiating like a quiet campfire in the middle of the cold, cluttered room. She was unfamiliar with it, but now that she wasn’t, it felt refreshing. She glanced back up, only for a second, but a second is all it took.

Your lashes fluttered against your skin as you scanned the page, and there was a little crease between your brows when you were focused. Chloe noticed, she always had. You were chewing lightly on the cap of your pen, and Chloe had to look away again before she forgot how to breathe. There was this spark about you. Not in the cliché way people say when they’re in love—but in the way morning light filters through her old old curtains, soft, smoky, and dust-speckled, like something sacred that’s not supposed to be touched. Like a dream she knew she would awake from. You didn’t belong in this room filled with ashtrays and band posters and existential dread—but you sat there anyway, legs tucked beneath you on her bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. And for once, Chloe had felt seen.

And God, the way you looked at her—like you saw her, really saw her.

It terrified her.

It thrilled her.

It made her want to be better. For once—not to prove anyone wrong— not Joyce, not David, not Well’s, but just to be worthy of sharing this space with you.

You had looked up at her, and for a split second, Chloe swore the whole world held its breath. The air between you shimmered, quiet and golden. The textbook sat forgotten between you. All that mattered was the look in your eyes and the ache in her chest that was starting to feel suspiciously like hope.

She was undoubtedly screwed.

And maybe, just maybe… that wasn’t a bad thing after all.

[paythepricee]

“ Fell in love with the thought of you ”

Sleepover! Chloe price x fem!Reader -ˋˏ✄┈ wlw

Lyrics: “Baby, why don’t you come over? red-wine-supernova, falling into me. I don’t care that you’re a stoner, red wine supernova, fall right into me.” - Red Wine Supernova, Chappell Roan

Synopsis: You, formally known as Price’s “best-friend”, managed to turn the practically stone cold rock into fidgety, flushed, turned-on mess. All while at a sleepover at her place.

Cw: Lots of gradual fluff and smut! also very little angst (sub!Chloe x receiver!Reader), mentions of shmokeee, Chloe’s first time, not proof read? oops!

A/n: Hi! this is my first fanfic on tumblr, so my writing might be a little rusty! anywho i love chloe shes soooooooo AHHHHH— i posted this on my other account, but i deleted my other account. This is the same fic!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Chloe couldn’t tell whether she was approving of this awkward moment between you two today. Everything started off fine, right? you hopped into her rusty, ink- etched truck— which in its own weird way, actually helped you both in the long run. You had the opportunity to get out of Black Well hell for a little while, and she… well, had the chance to stare into your beautiful eyes, blanking out in the best type of way. You had the kind that never judged, the kind that made her forget even for a second, how heavy everything was. And of course, Frank’s gifted greenery helped, but your endless affection was everlasting, unlike her unpaid treatments.

Not that she would ever say that, though.

It was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Pathetic, in the sense. Chloe, suddenly forgetting how to talk, forgetting how to breathe, over a quick dart of the eyes, over a quick smile, over a quick kiss. Sure, maybe she was just hoping for that last one, but a girl can only dream, right? After all, you were only her best friend. But it wasn’t your fault she felt this way, even though she stood on the fact— maybe it was her lack of self control? maybe it was just her inability to understand the depths of her own emotions? or maybe it was just her hormones rounding the corner again, hitting her like a freight train, while she was just a small, distressed deer hidden in the headlights.

Despite you being her closest friend, she strongly disliked how soft she was around you. Where was the bite in her voice? the sass? she barks awfully the majority of the time, so what happened? for instance, she would be ranting about how it seems the whole world has gone to shit, but with one curious blink of the eye— or maybe a small head tilt, she came to the conclusion that life was worth living again. You refueled her in the best way possible, after being drained for everything she’s worth.

It wasn’t just the way you looked, though, the way you were perceived. It was the way you were, the way you happened to be who you are. Swoon worthy, Chloe would say, no matter how many times she would internally cringe to the thought of it. To the thought of being in love with you. To the thought of you. It messed her up, it really did. The way you grounded her after being so high up, the way you listened to her like her thoughts were worth-while, you made her feel like she is something, regardless of what she was. Even though everything was felt so deeply, it felt so, so new. Chloe wasn’t good with feelings, at all. Not like this. Especially the feelings that made her want to scream into a pillow over you complimenting someone else’s style, or saying someone’s name too softly. She had wished you would say her name as softly, during one scenario or another. The scenario in her room, the scenario in her rusty broken down truck, hell— the scenario in the comfort of your own dorm, if she was even granted the opportunity to.

Chloe’s clammy palm reached for the door, opening it with almost urgent manner, eager to finally be able to be alone with you. It creaked with its usual protest, but surprisingly for once, there wasn’t an unpleasant voice calling out from the kitchen or living room. Joyce wasn’t home to offer omelets or overcooked mac and cheese, and David was too busy with his late shift at Black Well to hover over Chloe like a glitch in reality. It was… pleasant, actually. Thankfully, all she could hear was the scuff of your untied sneakers behind her, patting against the “welcome home!” mat.

Chloe had blinked, snapping herself out of whatever daze she had been in. It was embarrassingly easy how sidetracked she could become, even within your presence. She hadn’t realized she was standing so still, so stiffly. Just a body frozen in the middle of the doorway, suddenly becoming aware that you were actually there with her. Like her body forgot what it was supposed to do now. Like always, she spoke the same, familiar sentence.

“Make yourself at home, i guess.” she muttered, practically tripping over her words— even though yours were the ones that were untied, raw, unfiltered. Of course, being accompanied with a “Oh, thanks.” by you. Her car keys had been thrown off to the side of the counter, clattering louder than intended. Her heart had seemed to be creating the same hard, loud rhythm. You’ve stayed before, this wasn’t anything new.

except it kind of is.

Because tonight wasn’t necessarily planned. It wasn’t one of those nights where you had just planned to rant about the latest Black Well drama, or how your parents had been pissing you off, or to escape homework— no. Tonight was different. Unplanned. Chloe would always find it humorous how in movies people would quote “love is in the air”, but this time, she could feel it. It was awfully stuffy in the house, even when the windows were slid halfway open. She could feel her stomach do funny little flips, when it seemingly led nowhere— or, at least in the territories she wanted.

You had already walked upstairs, tossing yourself onto the pillowy and plush mattress Chloe had for years. Most of the time, Chloe would’ve thought you came over for her bed and her bed only. It was funny, actually— how you laid around like it was yours. Honestly, it kind of was at this point. She could feel herself slipping again, staring for a little while longer, but she couldn’t let you see how much of a lovesick fool she was, yet. She faced the other way instead, turning with a pace that made her neck ache. Chloe could still smell the already smoked cigarettes, dug into the indent of her ash tray. Despite her going overboard with it almost always, it made her feel more nauseous than usual.

Your laptop, that you finally remembered this time, glowed dimly, solely by the cheap old vanilla and lavender candle Chloe had lit. Which non surprisingly, was found in the heap of clothes stashed in her drawer. She had a knack for finding things when needed.

The two of you had managed to find a somewhat entertaining horror movie. However, the only source of entertainment seemed to be the cliche screams and the fake blood, accompanied by the even faker acting. Your legs were intertwined beneath the layered blankets, your knee barely brushing against Chloe’s thigh where she sat, busy pretending she was engaged. All for your satisfaction. Chloe hadn’t said much—not because she didn’t have anything to say, but because everything she wanted to say felt like it would ruin something. You, meanwhile, were giggling at the tv. “That was the worst scream i’ve ever heard,” you said, nudging her with your knee once again. Each small nudge, or link or skin, sent sparks throughout her stomach. She contemplated scooting a little further, worried that she would do something out of pure impulse, or get too comfortable with the sensation. She knew that this wasn’t the best idea, but oh god— how she loved the thought of it. The thought of you.

Chloe swallowed hard, her saliva sliding down her throat tighter each time. Her lips parted for a moment, forcing out a snicker, but it was all too obvious. Chloe wasn’t watching, not really. The only thing she heard was your laugh. Soft and genuine— the kind of laugh that cracked her open in places she had no idea were even locked. It was embarrassing, how easy you could get her to turn into… whatever this is. You would say things like you knew what you were doing, but you didn’t. Oh god, you didn’t. Her voice came out this time, a little too tense and tight, a little too aware.

You had turned towards her, grinning ear to ear. You reminded her of a cheshire cat, but cuter, less hostile. Even though the mere sight of you made her feel like she was trapped. Trapped in the best way possible, where she didn’t want to escape— and that was the danger, being hypnotized by you. The glow from the laptop lit your expressed face in flashes— red, then blue, then into a soft shadow, where your face and body seemed to blur into something dreamlike. If anything, this was better than a dream. She took a moment in her head, to thank whoever blessed her with this moment, whether it was God, Eros, or any of the God’s above— she never really payed attention to history, but she feels lucky that she even gets to have you, so close at that. She hadn’t even paid attention to her physical reactions, her heart jabbed at her ribs so hard it almost made her wince. She hadn’t even noticed she was clenching her thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache in her gut and her heart.

“Why are you so quiet tonight?” you asked, your voice cutting through the smoke filled silence, soft yet warming. “Usually you’re the one complaining on how stupid these movies are”. Chloe’s eyes remained on you, but once she died out of her daydreams again, her eyes darted away. Instead, landing back onto the cheap, lint covered candle lying on her bedside table.

Chloe shrugged it off, her words sounding more fake than the cliche screams and the acting all together “Dunno… maybe i’m just tired of pretending that shits funny.” But that wasn’t true. You were funny. You were everything. She could feel your eyes burning into her, like you could see everything. Every insecurity, every thought, every unspoken word. Despite the gradual burn, your eyes were still soft and curious. That’s what did it for her. Not your hand placed on the blanket, or your knee poking the inside of her thigh, not even your laugh—just the way you looked at her. Like you saw completely through her. Not the messy, faded blue dye—or the sarcasm with a hint of despair—but her.

Chloe’s breath had hitched in her throat, her head reciting the same message like a mantra. Say nothing, don’t say anything, change the subject, just please don’t say it—

“I can’t take it anymore. I think i want you. I know i want to, I want to kiss you.”

The tension seemed to only increase, and your mouth parted, like you weren’t sure if you had heard her right. But if on instinct, Chloe had a feeling like she knew what you would say.

But then you shifted, brushing your hand against hers, soft and intentional. “-Hey,” you said gently, eyes locking back onto hers—searching for anything, anything that’ll confirm that she meant what she said, or maybe if she was up in the clouds again. Cause if you were completely honest, your heart already felt like it was hammering against your chest, not from adrenaline or anything, but did Chloe really feel that way towards you? like… the way you felt towards her? “I’m not ignoring that, why would i? cmon, what was that about?” Chloe was facing you fully now, her body buzzing like static. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “Because i can’t ruin whatever- this is… tell me you feel this way to? look, if you don’t it’s totally fine- it’s not really the best way of telling-“ You didn’t pull away, or flinch like Chloe thought you would. “Then ruin me, Chloe.” you whispered back. And that’s all it took. The line between bravery, fear, and hesitation had been crossed, and you both had already leaned in before one could stop the other— quick and clumsy, like you both were afraid the other would disappear. Her lips met yours in a rush of adrenaline and warm salt. It wasn’t perfect, of course. It was shaky—antsy, a little messy, and too much teeth. But it was real, it was her. It took an anchor for her to pull back, her forehead resting against your own. “I can’t take it anymore,” she breathed “pretending, acting like i don’t want you every fucking second.” she winced out, her eyes searching yours. It didn’t take a lot for your pretty little grin to reappear. Her calloused thumbs traced your temples, each touch easing yet re enlightening the flames within you. “Then don’t,” you whispered back, raspy and full of love, joy, desire.

Your lips met again, with a little more effort. Her tongue slipped past your lips, gently seeking entrance. To her surprise, you complied, parting your lips for her. She explored your mouth with her tongue, a series of heavy breaths and slight mewls following soon after, you began to wonder why this hadn’t happened before. Why it took the two of you so long. So many thoughts clouded your thoughts, but Chloe’s next move shooed them all away. She pulled away from the kiss bashfully, a small string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You two were in a compromising position, considering how passionate that kiss was. Chloe’s hand was against your ribs and a millimeter away from your under breast, while your own were hanging onto her shoulders like a lifeline. You knew what you wanted, and she had her own thoughts in mind, too. “Chloe,” Your voice was a reminder of the realness of this moment, and she couldn’t help but act out of desperation. “Can…we…?” she whispered almost at the same time, leaving room for interpretation. She had hoped you understood what she meant, but to her surprise, you did. “Please.” You whined, your fingers idly toying with the fabric of Chloe’s white tank top. The fabric was soft, a slap back into the realization of what’s to come. Or who—whatever! Chloe let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding in, her eyes meeting yours one final time before trailing down every inch of you. From your pointy shoulders, to your shirt where your bra strap had shown teasingly underneath, and your flared hips and thighs. Every, single, inch. She would choosingly spend hours exploring you, kissing and marking each little freckle and spot, until you were aware of the importance you held over her very being. Her hand trailed down your side, grazing the outside of your thighs, and then to the hem of your frilly skirt. Finally inching forward onto the waistline band, her eyes still locked onto your own as she slowly dragged them down and off of you. You lifted your hips to guide them off, your body feeling hot and tingly. This was new, for both you and her. You could already feel a heat pooling down into your gut, suddenly feeling impatient. But nevertheless, Chloe took her time with you. Even with her feeling nervy, she pushed through with it, because she promised herself that she would please you one way or another, and knowing Chloe price, she always stands on her word. As soon as her gaze landed onto your laced panties, she couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, “You’re so beautiful”. Her fingers brushing over the soft fabric before pushing them aside. With her being positioned above you, her eyes met yours once last time, waiting for confirmation, and she was met with it. Without hesitation, her middle and ring finger met and rubbed your bundle of nerves. Slow and steady, watching as your face contorted in pleasure, meeting the pace. You were already arching into her as you felt her in the place where you needed her most, your forehead leaning and meeting the space between her neck and shoulder as a whiny moan fell past your parted lips. The sound was enough to get her off all over again, reminding her of all those lonely nights she spent alone— eyes rolled back as she rubbed herself to the thought of you. She quickened her movements— this time, in tight circles, which seemed to make you rut against her palm the hardest. “That’s it, thaaats it.. you’re doing so well. You like that?” She whimpered, holding herself back with great effort from slipping her fingers inside of you completely. She wanted to see you fall over that edge, all because of her. She slipped her index finger inside of you, feeling you tighten around the intrusion, before slipping in another. She pumped her digits in and out of you, curling around that spongy spot deep inside. By the time she started that, your eyes were already in the back of your head—your nimble fingers squeezing and rolling her faded-white bedsheet.

As your moans grew louder, more throaty, she sped up her pace—pumping in and out of your sobbing hole ruthlessly, knowing that it would get you there. “I’m gonna-“ you cried out, practically choking on your words. It only took a few more flicks of her finger when you felt yourself begin to buzz and shake, before jolting. Your back arched off the bed with a small cry, one of your hands untangling the sheet to hang onto Chloe’s forearm, holding on for dear life. You could already feel your liquids leaking onto her sheets, creating a translucent puddle where you laid. Chloe gently pulled her fingers out with a soft plop, glancing down at your release webbing between her index and middle finger. It was a sight she never thought she would get to see, but she finally did. You happened, because of her. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned down and pecked your temple, her eyes locked into yours. You two were close, barely an inch between the two. “That… was my first time,” you said softly, a small rasp still intact. Your hand unclenched her forearm, rubbing it gently. “Was that… are you okay? ” Chloe’s words stumbled over each-other, too lost in the moment and that glassy glint in your eyes to say another word. Like her brain was still somewhere in that kiss, somewhere in the desire. “I’ve never— that was— i’ve never done that before, either.” You blinked, a little stunned by the confession. Chloe freaking price hadn’t done something with a girl before? let alone kiss someone? your lips were still tingling, and you hadn’t even realized you were smiling. “I liked it,” you said softly, your finger still toying with her top, aiding you down from that high. Chloe’s eyes followed your movements before back onto your eyes, they flickered with something unreadable— relief, wonder, desire, were all wrapped up in that messy yet delicate heart of hers. “You liked it?” You nodded without hesitation, barely being able to hold back a laugh. “Yeah silly, did you?” Chloe let out a breathy, half-choked laugh, her hand covering her face for a moment. “Holy shit, i’m gonna die.” You nudged her shoulder “dramatic much? cmonnn!” Chloe peeked out from between her fingers, of course the other hand— where it’s not a sticky mess— grinning in that crooked, unsure way that usually only showed up when her guard was down. “You have no idea how long i’ve been trying not to do that.” But judging by the look on your face, you seemed unserious. “I’m serious,” Chloe said, a little quieter. “I thought if I kissed you and did all this, it’d ruin everything. Like… you’d pull away and I’d have to live with that version of you forever. The version where I fucked it up.” But you squeezed her hand, grounding her. “Well… maybe this is the version where you didn’t.” Chloe looked at you for a long time—eyes soft, vulnerable, searching. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, yeah. I can live with that.”