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this is a part of a series, but can be read on its own! everyone thank @y3sterdaysproblem for proof reading :3. CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot, p n v , virginity talk??? + more . . .
star was laid flat across chrisâ bed, his sheets twisted between her legs as she rambled on and on about interstellar. her voice bounced lazily off the walls, half-thoughts spilling out while she stared at the ceiling like she hadnât just spent the last twenty minutes picking the whole movie apart.
chris sat at the small desk in the corner, breaking up bud over the sketchbook heâd been working in earlier. he wasnât really paying attention to the drawing anymore, just nodding along as she talked, fingers moving slow and practiced. lila was out for the night, sleeping over at a friendâs place, so the evening had been quietâtakeout, a movie, and now the joint he was almost finished rolling.
âno, but seriously,â star said, turning her head toward him, âthe whole fifth dimension thing? like, if time isnât linear, then how do we even know weâre not already dead and just watching it all in reverse?â
âjesus christ,â chris muttered, licking the edge of the paper. âi liked it better when you were talkinâ about the cornfield.â
he sealed it, smoothed it down, and finally stood up, stretching his arms above his head before walking over to the bed.
as soon as he sat down, star moved without thinkingâclimbing straight into his lap, legs folding around him like it was nothing. he settled against the headboard, leaning back as she got comfortable, her arms draped loosely over his shoulders.
âyouâre warm,â she murmured, cheek pressing to his collarbone.
he lit the joint, took the first hit, then passed it to her. they fell quiet for a minute, the kind of quiet that only ever showed up when they were high togetherâslow, lazy, and soft around the edges.
he caught her staring a second later. just⊠looking at him.
âwhat,â he said, glancing over.
she shrugged, a soft smile tugging at her lips. âyouâre pretty.â
his ears flushed instantly. he rolled his eyes, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. âshut up.â
âmâserious,â she grinned, taking the joint back and inhaling slowly. âyou have like, really stupidly pretty eyes. itâs upsetting.â
âthank you babyâ,his hands found her thighs without thinking, fingers kneading softly at the bare skin there. her hand drifted to his jaw, thumb brushing over the faint stubble he hadnât bothered shaving.
âyou should grow this out,â she said.
he snorted. âma said i look like a bum when i donât shave.â
âwell,â she shrugged, âguess iâm really attracted to bums then.â
he huffed out a laugh, rubbed his thumb along her inner thigh. âkinda feels like your legs three days after you shave.â
she gasped, smacked his chest. âok asshole.â
âmâjust sayinâ,â he laughed.
she shook her head, climbing off his lap like she was done with him, but he caught her waist before she could get far and pulled her back down, flipping them easy. she landed against the mattress with a soft thud, his weight settling beside her, head dropping to her stomach.
her fingers went straight to his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp like she always did. he sighed, melted into it, still holding the joint between his fingers.
the edge of her tank top had ridden up somewhere in the shuffle, exposing a sliver of her stomach, warm and soft beneath his cheek. he pressed a lazy kiss there without really thinking.
she laughed. âthat feels weird.â
he didnât respond. just took another slow drag.
âare you really fallinâ asleep?â
âplayinâ with my hair like that,â he mumbled, âyouâre askinâ for it.â
she tugged lightly at the strands between her fingers. âno, donât go to sleep.â
âwould be your fault.â
he shifted, adjusting to look up at her, one hand bracing on the bedâand accidentally flicked ash across her stomach.
âchris,â she said flatly.
he blinked, then looked down. âshit. my bad.â
she was already swiping at it, flicking the rest onto the floor. âyou just branded me, i hope youâre happy.â
her fingers went back to moving through his hair, slow and easy, scratching lightly at his scalp in a rhythm that had him practically melting against her. but somewhere in the silence, somewhere between her nails dragging along the back of his neck and the way her breathing shifted beneath him, something in his chest tightened.
she tugged gently at a handful of his hair, half playing, half not, and he exhaled against her stomach, eyes fluttering shut for a second too long.
then he kissed her there again. soft, just a peck.
then another a little lower.
she didnât say anything and didnât stop touching him.
he pushed himself up just enough to lean over, reaching past her to the nightstand, stubbing the joint out in the ashtray before shifting back over her.
he kissed her onceâslow, his lips pressing to hers like he had all the time in the world. she kissed him back just as slow, tongue brushing against his, her hand curling at the nape of his neck.
they pulled apart for a breath, and he didnât go far. just pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, then lower.
her breath hitched when he found the spot just beneath her ear, his mouth opening slightly, tongue dragging over the skin before he sucked. not hard, just enough to pull a quiet sound from her throat.
âwhat are you doing,â she asked, barely above a whisper.
he mumbled something into her neck, but it was too low to catch.
his mouth kept movingâdown the slope of her neck, across her collarbones. he stopped just above the swell of her chest, nosed at the hem of her tank like he was thinking about it, then sat back on his knees.
his hands slid under the fabric, resting gently at her waist. his thumbs rubbed soft circles into her skin as he stared down at her, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, lips kiss-swollen and parted.
âyouâre so fuckinâ pretty,â he said, voice quiet and real. âyou know that?â
starâs eyes flicked away for half a second, something shy pulling at her mouth. her cheeks flushed deeper, the ache between her legs sharp and growing. chrisâ hands kept moving, slow up and down her sides, fingertips dragging along her skin like he couldnât decide where to settle, like he wanted to memorize every inch.
âif i was any higher iâd could probably cry over it,â he mumbled.
she laughed, her hand resting against his stomach. âyouâre stupid.â
he smirked, fingers drifting lower, toying lazily with the waistband of her sweats. her breath caught the second his pointer finger slipped underneath, brushing against the soft skin just beneath. it tickled a little, and she squirmed, smiling.
then she sat up, closing the distance between them, hands finding the back of his neck as she pulled him in for another kiss. it was even slower this time, a little more open, a little more sure. he kissed her back without hesitation, one hand finding the small of her back as the other braced them both.
he kissed her down onto the bed, their mouths still locked, and shifted his body until his hips pressed flush to hers. the weight of him settled between her legs, and the second she felt the shape of himâ already getting hard, even through the layers between themâher whole body reacted.
her hips lifted slightly, trying to get closer, the friction sparking something desperate deep in her gut.
their kiss turned sloppy fast, tongues dragging, teeth brushing, soft whimpers falling from her mouth as he started to rock into her, slow and steady. her thighs squeezed around him, hips lifting to match his pace.
his hand found her hip, gripping firm, guiding her into him. their rhythm synced fast, practiced without ever having done this before.
âfuck,â he muttered against her mouth, eyes flicking down to where their hips were moving together. his forehead rested against hers as they looked down, breath hot between them.
it was practically dry humping at that pointâboth of their sweats pushed low, underwear clinging damp between them, his cock grinding against her clit in perfect rhythm. he groaned, jaw clenched, whole body tense.
âstar,â he breathed, âif we donât stop, iâm gonna come in my fuckinâ pants.â
she let out a breathy laugh, voice shaky. âshould we stop?â
he nodded fast. âyeah⊠yeah, we should stop.â
his hips pressed harder into hers, grinding slow and deep, and the way his cock dragged right against her clit made her gasp.
âchrisââ she whined, hips stuttering.
he kissed her jaw, her neck, her mouth again, fingers digging into her waist.
she tried to speak but it came out in broken gasps, her voice catchingâây-youâreâŠ, youâre not stopping, chris.â
his groan was low, almost guttural. âi know, baby. mâsorry⊠jusâ feels so fuckinâ good.â
she moaned again, louder now, grinding up into him, her face flushed and eyes glassy.
he kissed her hard, barely holding himself together, completely lost in the way she moved against him. both of them soaked through, shaking from the pressure, and neither of them pulling away.
the air between them felt too hot, too tight, their bodies grinding together in that perfect rhythm, both breathless and completely gone. chris could feel how wet she was even through the layersâher cunt practically pulsing against him every time his cock dragged over her clit. it was slow but messy, and chris was fucking thriving off of it.
âfuck, baby,â he muttered, hips jerking into her harder, âyou feel so good like this.â
she whined under him, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, her head tipping back against the pillow, exposing her neck. he kissed it without thinking, sucked just hard enough to hear the sound she made when he did.
he rocked into her again and she moaned, hips rolling up to meet him.
âchris,â she gasped, âpleaseâŠâ
he gritted his teeth, buried his face in her neck. âplease what?â
she squirmed, hands gripping his arms now. âplease fuck me.â
he groaned loud against her skin, like it physically knocked the air out of him. his hips bucked hard without warning, cock grinding right against where she needed him most.
he started to reach down, already fumbling to get his sweats low, heart pounding, mind foggy, body aching for it.
but then he froze and his breath caught, the weight of what she said crashed into him all at once.
theyâd never done this. not all the way, and he was already halfway there like his body hadnât even asked permission, even when he hadnât stopped to ask her.
he lifted his head, eyes glassy, jaw tight. âwaitâfuck, wait, are you sure? i donât wanna do this if you feel like you have toââ
but before he could finish, her hand slipped between them.
she slid it right under the waistband of his sweats, fingers wrapping around his cock, he almost collapsed right there.
she looked up at him, dead serious, eyes wide and clear despite how wrecked she looked.
âi want this,â she said, voice steady. âi want you. please.â
he didnât respond with words, his mouth crashed into hers, hot and fucking desperate, hand moving fast to shove his sweats and boxers down. hers followed, her hips lifting as he helped her out of hers, both of them half-shaking, fumbling, kissing through every second like they couldnât afford to stop.
he reached blindly for the drawer beside the bed, still kissing her, half on top of her now as his hand rummaged through the mess insideâsketch pencils, a lighter, receipts, loose changeâbut no condoms.
âfuck me,â he muttered, pulling back just enough to look, voice low and tight. âshit, shit, shit.â
star blinked up at him, still catching her breath. âwhat?â
he sat up, running a hand down his face. âi donât have any.â
she furrowed her brows. âi saw some in there like⊠not even a few weeks ago?â
âyeah, i threw âem out.â
âyou threw them out?â
âthey were expired. and we neverââ he waved a hand between them, ââwe never got this far so i wasnât exactly in a rush to buy more.â
star stared at him, quiet, lips parted.
he sighed, already leaning back like he was calling it. âitâs okay, weâll just⊠sleep. iâll grab some tomorrow and we canââ
âyouâve lost your fuckinâ mind if you think iâm going to sleep right now.â
his eyes snapped to hers.
âchris,â she said, voice serious, âi have never wanted to be fucked this badly in my life.â
his mouth opened. nothing came out.
âyou could just go raw.â
his eyes widened, like full-body shock.
âwhatââ his voice cracked. âwhat?â
âas long as you pull out, we should be good, right?â
he stared at her. blinked. nodded slowly.
she tilted her head. âso what are you waiting for?â
he swallowed, hard. âuhâiâve never gone raw before.â
she blinked at him. âhuh?â
âwith all your hookups?â she asked, genuinely surprised.
he shook his head. âno.â
he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly unsure of where to look. âi donât know. itâs just⊠personal. felt like too much.â
she stared at him, then let out a soft breath, sitting back against the pillows. the room went quiet for a second.
ââŠso this is kinda like your virginity too,â she said, a slow smile creeping up her face. âraw virginity.â
his head dropped. âyouâre so stupid.â
âno but like. this is kinda beautiful.â
he looked at her, deadpan. âshut the fuck up.â
she laughed, loud and breathy, and he couldnât help itâhe laughed too, burying his face in her neck for a second.
when it faded, she looked at him again, more serious this time. âbut iâm being serious. iâm ready. and iâm more than okay with it. as long as you are.â
he didnât hesitate. â âcourse i am.â
their lips met again, full of something warm and dizzying. he settled between her legs, his cock resting against her soaked cunt, and everything in him screamed to take it slow.
he lined himself up, his hands gripping her waist, her legs wrapping around him without him even asking. he kissed her againâone soft press to her lips, then another to her cheek, then her jaw.
her breath hitched, fingers locking around his wrists. he went inch by inch, stopping when he felt her tense, brushing his thumb over her ribs, waiting for her to nod before going further.
once he was fully inside her, he stilled.
like completely still, afraid to hurt her in any way.Â
his forehead dropped to hers, their breath mingling, her walls fluttering around him as she adjusted. he didnât say a wordâjust stayed there, holding her hand, chest heaving.
âchris,â she whispered after a while, voice barely there, âyou can move.â
he still didnât, too caught up in trying not to come right then and there.
her hips rocked upward, slow and tentative, trying to get friction.
he groanedâloudâeyes squeezing shut. âbaby⊠fuck.â
his hips rolled forward, just once, and she whimpered, legs tightening around him.
she was a mess beneath him, panting, moaning, her body twitching with every slow drag of his cock inside her. he tried to stay calm, to take his time, but her cunt was clenching around him so tight, so perfect, and the way she soundedâ
âshiiiiit,â he breathed, âyouâre squeezinâ me like that and expectinâ me to behave?â
âcanât help it,â she whimpered, back arching. âfeels so good.â
he kissed her again, messy and deep, his hand locking around her thigh as he started to fuck herâslow but deeper now, a familiar rhythm catching.
âyouâre drivinâ me crazy,â he muttered, voice wrecked. âyou feel so fuckinâ good, baby. feel so close to you.â
her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open around a moan. she gripped at his back, her nails dragging down his shoulder blades.
he was losing itâhips stuttering, brain fogged out, every nerve in his body lighting up.
âfuck, star,â he groaned, âi havenât fucked in months, iâm gonna fuckinâ embarrass myself.â
she shook her head, gasping. âdonât careâkeep going.â
chris let out the softest âfuck,â breath all tangled up in hers, like he was trying to hold back and falling apart anyway. his hands tightened around her waist, dragging her hips just a little closer as he fucked back into her, slow and deep and so unbelievably careful. like he didnât trust himself not to lose it if he went too hard too fast.
but star wasnât shy anymore.
every thrust had her moaning, legs wrapping tighter around him, hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer like she didnât care where it ended as long as it was him. her head fell back against the pillow, jaw slack, lips parted as her whimpers turned desperate.
âchris,â she breathed, voice wrecked, âfeels so good, i donât wanna stopââ
ânot gonna,â he murmured, mouth dragging along her collarbone, âyouâre takinâ it so good, doinâ so good for me.â
his pace quickened. not rough, but more intent. less hesitation, more need. his body rolled into hers, every drag of his cock pressing deep, nudging that spot inside her that made her hips stutter and her walls tighten.
the way she clenched around him, again and again, her whole body twitching like she was losing controlâhe was right there with her, sweat beading at his brow, muscles tense like one more second inside her would wreck him.
âyou close?â he asked, barely holding it together, voice hoarse.
she nodded, cheeks flushed, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes from how overwhelming it all felt. âso close,â she whimpered, âdonât stop, please donât stop.â
his hand slipped between them, thumb rubbing tight, slow circles over her clit while he fucked her through it. she broke apart seconds laterâhigh-pitched and breathless, her back arching, whole body tightening around him as she came hard, moaning his name like it was all she had left.
chris nearly lost it right then.
âshit, babyâfucking hell dude, iâm gonnaâwhere do you wantââ
âi donât care jusâ want it,â she breathed out, chest still heaving, eyes glassy.
he nodded quickly, kissed her one more time, then pulled out with a low groan and wrapped his hand around himself. he jerked once, twiceâeyes locked on hersâbefore he came hard, warm stripes of it spilling across her belly while he groaned her name through gritted teeth, every muscle in his body locking up from the release.
he collapsed onto his side next to her, panting, one arm lazily thrown across her waist as they both tried to catch their breath.
neither of them spoke for a minute.
it was just labored breathing, skin against skin and the faint hum of the TV still on in the background and the sound of their hearts trying to slow down.
chris finally lifted his head, looked down at the mess across her stomach, then back up at her and they locked eyes.
âthat was so romantic,â she laughed, voice still wrecked. âlooked me dead in the eyes while you came on my stomach. movie scene type shit.â
he groaned, dropped his face into her shoulder, laughing too now. âyouâre such a pain in the ass.â
âok but tell me iâm wrong.â
âyouâre not,â he mumbled, still breathless.
they laid there a little longer, his hand drifting over her side, slow and soft, like he wasnât ready to let her go yet. then he sat up, grabbing the towel off the floor and gently wiping her stomach clean, quiet as he did it.
âyou okay? was it okay?â he asked once she was settled again, hand still on her hip.
she nodded, turning into him, burying her face in his chest. âmore than okay.â
he kissed the top of her head. âgood.â
they curled into each other, her leg tossed over his hip, his arm wrapped around her back. he was still coming down from it, mind racing but body soft, warm all over.
she traced lazy shapes into his chest.
âyou really never went raw before?â she asked, teasing but genuine.
he nodded. ânah, not once.â
âso technically we lost something together.â
he glanced down at her, eyes soft. âguess we did.â
âgross,â she muttered, grinning.
authors note: this opened a lot of future opportunities lolllll.
