˚✧⁺˳༚ smut w/ plot, oral ( f! receiving ), loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, absolutely gut wrenching, heart warming
“you’re driving me crazy” he breathes, sliding his hands under the hem of my shirt, his cold hands sending shivers through my warm skin
“good” i reply, teasing him as a small grin creeps onto my face, but im cut off as chris attaches his lips below my ear.
i tilt my head back, allowing more room for him to attack my neck. the feeling of his kisses on my skin, alone, are enough to have me going absolutely insane. his hands suddenly creep out my shirt, along with his lips detaching from my neck.
“why’d you st-” i begin to say, as i watch chris pull of his t shirt with ease, revealing his lightly toned physique. i place my hand on his chest, tracing it around his skin slightly, as i reach up to place a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling away to take off my own top.
as i leave myself partially exposed, i paused. i wasn’t used to feeling nervous about hooking up with boys, if anything i was always confident. but this time it was different. i’d never hooked up with someone who i cared about this deeply. never with someone who i considered something more than a one time thing.
i’m snapped out of my trance by the feeling of chris brushing my hair out of my face. “you okay?”
i nod, continuing to trace my finger down his chest. “more than okay. i want this. i want you” i say, my voice soft and certain, before i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into another kiss.
he groans into my mouth, hands sliding past my waist to grip the back of my thighs. in one fluid motion, he lifts me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. our lips stay locked as he carries me across the room, then lowers me onto my bed with a soft thud, his body following close behind, heat radiating between us.
the mattress dips under his weight as he hovers over me, bare chest brushing mine with every breath. For a second, we just look at each other, tension crackling between us—then his mouth finds mine again, this time hungry and unrestrained.
his hands roam, one cradling my jaw, the other skimming over my waist, then up my back to the clasp of my bra. I arch into him, kissing him deeper, tongue meeting his in slow, deliberate strokes that grow hotter with each pass.
“this okay?” he says, his fingers playing with my clasp. i nod, allowing him to fully leave me exposed
his breath hitches as he looks me up and down. “fuck- you’re perfect y/n.” before attacking my chest, in sloppy, yet intimate kisses .
"chris" i whisper out, propping myself up by my elbows, as i watch him pepper my stomach with little kisses, slowly trailing down to my waist.
i thread my fingers through his hair, my breaths growing heavier with each kiss he plants lower and lower. the anticipation coils tight in my stomach, every nerve in my body alive and reaching for him.
chris glances up at me through hooded eyes, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down agonizingly slow. "this okay?" i lift my hips to help him, which was all he needed to know he was okay to continue. my body was already aching for more of him, more of his touch, more of us.
once i’m left in just my underwear, he tosses my shorts somewhere across the room without a second thought. his hands trail up the insides of my thighs, teasing, so light it’s almost maddening. i bite my lip, trying to stifle the needy whimper that builds in my throat.
“you’re driving me crazy, you know that?” chris murmurs, voice low and rough against my skin as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh, dangerously close to where i need him most.
i can’t help the small, desperate noise that escapes me, my hips twitching toward him on instinct. he chuckles under his breath, the sound vibrating against me, before he finally gives me what i’ve been silently begging for.
my head falls back against the pillows as the pleasure hits me all at once, a soft gasp leaving my lips. i can feel his hands gripping my hips firmly, anchoring me as he circles my clit, with a patience that feels both sweet and torturous. every movement, every kiss, every breath feels deliberate — like he’s savoring every second of this just as much as i am.
“chris,” i breathe out again, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheets beneath me like a lifeline.
he looks up at me again, eyes dark and filled with something deeper than just lust — something that has my heart racing even faster. something real.
“fuck, y/n. you're so wet, so perfect. all for me” he says softly, before diving back into my heat, devouring every inch like it was the last thing he was going to do. everything was so sloppy— so hot and messy, yet somehow, in that moment, i know he means more than just right now. he means always.
i can barely catch my breath, my body writhing beneath him as he works me over with relentless devotion. every flick of his tongue, every rough glide of his fingers against me sends sparks shooting through my veins, building a tight, desperate heat in my core that has me teetering on the edge.
“chris—” i gasp, my voice breaking around his name, my thighs trembling around his shoulders. he only grips me tighter, anchoring me to him like he knows i’m seconds away from falling apart.
“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his voice making me cry out. “let go for me. i’ve got you.”
"baby." the nickname drives me insane. his words, the way he says them — like i’m the only thing that matters — it’s too much. the pressure inside me snaps, and i come undone with a broken moan, my whole body arching off the bed, hands tugging helplessly at his hair as the pleasure crashes over me in wave after wave.
chris doesn’t let up, riding out every second of my release, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me as i tremble under his mouth. it’s overwhelming — the way he gives himself to me so completely, the way he watches me like i’m something sacred.
when i finally collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard, my body limp and buzzing with aftershocks, chris trails soft, reverent kisses up my stomach, my ribs, my chest — all the way until he’s hovering over me again, his forehead resting lightly against mine.
“you’re incredible,” he whispers, voice rough and full of awe, like he still can’t believe i’m real.
i smile lazily, still catching my breath, one hand brushing his jaw tenderly. “only because of you,” i whisper back, before pulling him into a sloppy kiss to his lips — fervent and needy, causing him to groan against my lips.
my fingers slide up over his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles before burying in his hair, pulling him even closer. He groans into my mouth again, pressing me down against the mattress, every inch of him hot and solid against me as the kiss deepens—teeth grazing lips, breaths tangled and messy.
"can't get enough of me, huh?" he teases, breathlessly chuckling.
“i can’t leave you with a hard-on after you just gave me the best orgasm of my life,” i tease back, my voice breathless, but my heart pounding out a completely different rhythm underneath my boldness.
he grins crookedly, but it fades almost immediately into something more serious — a quiet hunger, yes, but also tenderness. love.
he leans back onto his knees between my legs, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. he hooks his thumbs in and slides them down, tossing them off the bed without ceremony. his boxers come down with them, leaving him fully exposed in the dim light.
my breath catches slightly at the sight of him, nerves and excitement tangling inside me in a messy knot. he’s beautiful — strong, a little messy, but still looking at me like i’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
he crawls back over me, the heat of his bare skin against mine making my body arch into him instinctively. he kisses me again — slow, deep, grounding — before pulling back just enough to brush my hair away from my face.
i pull away from the kiss briefly. "i've never done this before," i admit.
i can see the slight suprise on chris' face, after i admit my virginity to him. "that's okay, we don't have to," he says, cupping my face, before placing a kiss to my forehead.
"no no. i want this. i need this, if anything i need you. please"
“you sure?” he asks, his thumb stroking across my cheekbone, voice rough but steady. “we can stop whenever you want.”
i shake my head immediately, no hesitation in my chest. “i’m sure,” i whisper. “i want you. i want this… with you," i reassure him
his eyes darken even more, and he exhales shakily like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. he kisses me again, softer this time, almost reverent, and when he pulls back, his hand trails down my body — a slow, warm glide — until he’s positioning himself at my entrance.
he pauses, giving me one last moment, one last chance to back out. but there’s no fear, no second thoughts. just the two of us, tangled up in something so much bigger than just lust.
i nod, tightening my legs slightly around his waist, my hands pulling him down closer.
“okay,” he breathes out, voice barely more than a whisper. “i’ll go slow.”
he presses into me, slow and careful. i gasp at the feeling — the initial stretch a sharp, burning sting that makes my fingers clutch at his shoulders. he stills immediately, forehead resting against mine, his hand cradling the back of my neck.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs, voice strained with how hard he’s holding himself back. “just breathe. i’ve got you.”
his words, his touch, the steady thud of his heart against my chest — it all helps, slowly relaxing my body around him. the pain dulls, replaced by a fullness that feels heavy and new, but not unbearable.
when i nod again, giving him the tiniest whisper of a “move,” he does — carefully, pulling out just a little before easing back in. the rhythm is slow, tender, every movement like a vow he’s making with his body.
soon enough, the discomfort fades almost completely, replaced by a deep, building pleasure that has me tilting my hips up to meet him, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“you feel… fuck, you feel so good,” chris rasps, his hips moving a little more confidently now, though he’s still being so gentle it makes my heart ache.
his hand slides between us, finding my clit with practiced ease, circling it in time with his slow thrusts. the combination of everything — the feeling of him inside me, the way he’s touching me like i’m something fragile and precious, the quiet sounds he’s making just for me — it builds quickly, overwhelming in the best possible way.
it’s not long before i’m unraveling under him, my body clenching tight around him as i cry out his name, my orgasm crashing over me, pulling him right along with me.
he groans low in his chest, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside me, falling apart in my arms.
for a few seconds, neither of us moves, caught up in the aftershocks of everything we just shared.
his forehead stays pressed to mine, his breathing ragged against my skin, his hand still cradling my face like he can’t bear to let me go.
finally, he lifts his head just enough to kiss me — soft and slow and full.
“i love you,” he whispers against my mouth, voice breaking a little.
tears sting my eyes as i smile, pulling him even closer. “i love you too,” i whisper back, my voice shaking with how much i mean it.
this wasn’t just about losing my virginity.
this was about giving it — giving myself — to the only person who ever made me feel this safe, this seen, this loved.
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