hey! could you write some vanilla stuff with chris? i think it'll be cool to see a soft smut with him like first date/first time idea!
A/N: HII!!, SO THIS IS MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING VANILLA SMUT FOR CHRIS, I DONT THINK IM GOOD AT WRITING SOFT SMUT BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT!!
First Time, Again (CHRIS CORNELL)
Pairings: Chris Cornell and Reader
Tags: NSFW, mature content, smut, MDNI, trauma recovery, used!reader,softdom!chris,first time,consent,established relationship,praise(?),domestic intimacy, reader has boobs and a vagina!!
Synopsis: After months of trust and patience, you finally give yourself fully to Chris, in a night of love, healing, and intimacy.
You and Chris had been dating for months now, six months, to be exact and each day with him had slowly chipped away at the walls you’d built around yourself. He noticed the little things about you: the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous, how your lips pressed together when you were thinking, how you bit your thumb when you were scared. He noticed them, and more importantly, he cherished them. Every single one.
So naturally, you’d tried to give it a go.
A few weeks ago, you’d finally tried to take things a step further for the first time in the six months you’d been together. He came home from work with his guitar slung over his back like usual, a tired smile tugging at his lips as he hummed a soft tune. You tried to stay close to him, to let the moment happen. After months of waiting, you worried you were starving him of something he needed.
But the moment he tried to remove your bra and panties, everything unraveled.
Memories flooded back, past relationships, hands that hadn’t been gentle, words that hadn’t been kind. Of being used. Of being discarded. Your chest tightened, fear wrapping around you like ice.
“I–I can’t,” you whispered, shaking your head.
Then his hands were on your face, gentle, grounding. His thumbs brushed over your tear-stained cheeks as he leaned in, his voice soft and steady.
“Hey… it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, baby.”
He gave you that shy, gentle smile,the one that always made your stomach flutter.
“But you’ve been waiting so long,” you said quietly, guilt tugging at your words. “And I really wanted to give you something tonight.”
Chris shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then your nose.
“I haven’t been waiting,” he murmured. “I’ve been enjoying my time with you just fine without sex. Sure, it’d be nice… but I don’t want to rush you or overwhelm you. Things like this take time. Especially when you’ve been taken advantage of.”
He wiped away your tears with his thumb.
That night ended with you curled safely in his arms , warm, protected, longing for something you weren’t quite ready to claim yet.
Tonight, however… tonight felt different.
You knew it would be. That was why you’d bought the lingerie set, something just for him, and for you. It made you feel beautiful, a feeling you didn’t get often. It was even in his favorite color: green. You wrapped a robe around yourself and waited.
Chris came home humming softly, just like always. That same small smile still tugged at his lips, no matter how tired he was, he always made time for you.
He slipped off his shoes and leaned in, kissing you gently.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured against your lips.
You giggled softly. “Hi.”
You kissed him again, and his hands settled comfortably on your waist.
“What’s the robe for?” he asked, brows knitting with curiosity.
“Maybe you should see for yourself,” you said, guiding his hands to the loosely tied knot.
When the robe fell open, his blue eyes widened. A quiet whistle slipped from his lips as he stepped closer.
“Wow… baby,” he murmured, voice low, eyes wandering. “You look incredible.”
You swallowed, heart racing, stepping closer to him.
“I… I’m ready tonight,” you said, your voice trembling but sure. “To be with you. Fully with you.”
Chris took your hands in his, fingers curling warmly around yours.
“Only if you’re sure,” he said softly. “We take it at your pace. Always.”
You nodded, comforted by the steadiness of his voice, the warmth of his touch and that soft hum he always made when he was nervous but excited.
He leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was unhurried and full of want. Your fingers threaded through his brown curls, giving a small tug that earned a quiet groan from his chest. His hands traced your back before sliding under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you to the bedroom.
He smiled as he set you down gently on the bed.
Once again, he kissed you slowly, like he was trying to memorize every second.
“Can I remove this?” he asked softly, rough fingers tracing the strap of your bra.
He took it off carefully, never breaking eye contact, watching for any hint of discomfort. When there was none, his lips parted slightly as he cupped one of your breasts, massaging it firmly but reverently.
A small moan slipped from you.
“Feel good?” he asked gently.
You nodded, lips parted, eyes half-lidded.
Satisfied, he leaned down, bringing his mouth to your nipple.
“Good,” he murmured. “Then you’ll like this even better.”
His tongue traced over it slowly.
He spent a long moment massaging your breasts before you finally stopped him, breathless, telling him you were ready for something else, something better.
“O-okay,” he said softly. “I’m gonna stretch you with my fingers first… just to prepare you for something bigger.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing close to yours again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
He slid your panties down slowly, taking his time before running his fingers over your shaven mound. The friction alone pulled a moan from you.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, eyes focused on you as he examined how ready you were.
“I’ll start with two fingers… is that okay?” he asked, looking into your eyes.
You smiled nervously and nodded. “’Course, baby.”
Following his gaze back to your body, you watched as he slipped one finger in easily, then another joining it.
“Can I move them?” he asked.
He began to pump them slowly, in and out, over and over, until a tight knot started forming low in your stomach.
“I don’t wanna come on your fingers, Chris,” you breathed, your hand reaching to grab his wrist. “I wanna come around you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled his fingers out, now completely soaked, and brought them up to your lips.
“Taste yourself,” he said gently. “You taste sweet.”
You licked his rough fingers slowly, deliberately, keeping eye contact the entire time.
“My good girl’s getting bolder,” he murmured, kissing down your neck, leaving small marks as his lips traced along your collarbone.
“Your skin’s so soft,” he added quietly. “Did you do a lot of preparation?”
You nodded. “I had to be perfect for my baby. First time’s always special.”
He nodded in agreement. “That’s true.”
Carefully, he lined your aching cunt up with his hardened cock.
“Okay… I’m gonna push it in. Just the tip. We’ll go inch by inch.”
You nodded, eyes closing as you braced yourself. It had been a whole year since you’d last been sexually active, you knew the stretch would sting.
He pushed the tip in slowly, and a soft moan slipped from you.
“Does it hurt?” he asked immediately.
You nodded. “But only because it’s been a while. I’m just… rusty.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “Do I push in more?”
You nodded again, and he obeyed, inch by inch, until your body adjusted around him, molding perfectly to the shape of his cock.
“My baby’s taking me so fucking well,” he groaned into your ear.
He started moving, slow at first, then deeper.
“Feels… so good, Chris,” you moaned into his neck.
His thrusts grew steadier.
“Ah—Chris, harder,” you cried, nails scratching down his pale back.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re driving me insane… squeezing my cock so goddamn tight.”
You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth and fullness, and when he hit that perfect spot, your whole body jolted.
“Right there- right fucking there, Chris!” you cried out.
“I found your good spot, huh?” he teased, thrusting into it again and again.
“Baby, are you close?” he asked, smiling down at you.
You nodded desperately. One hand kneaded your breast while the other teased your clit.
“My baby’s so close,” he murmured. “I’m gonna make you come, sweet girl.”
You grabbed him by the neck and kissed him roughly.
“Fuck, I love you, Chris. I love you so fucking much,” you repeated.
“I-I’m gonna come,” you gasped.
“Do it, baby,” he coaxed. “Let go. Come for me.”
He squeezed your breast, teasing your nipple.
“Come on, baby. Come all around my cock.”
That pushed you both over the edge. You cried out as everything unraveled, and moments later he filled you completely, holding you tight as you came apart together.
Eventually, he pulled out carefully and lay beside you, an arm draped over your waist.
“How was it?” you asked softly, nerves creeping in. “How was I?”
He smiled and kissed your temple.
“Good. Absolutely perfect.”
You kissed him back. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
He shrugged gently. “It was so fucking worth it, baby.”
He rested his head against your chest.
“We’ll shower in the morning,” he murmured. “I know I wore you out.”
A gentle kiss pressed to your forehead.
“Goodnight, my pretty baby.”
You smiled, fingers tracing through his hair.
