chris wants you to feel safe!
fluff!chris, smut!chris, first time losing virginity. gentle words
Heād been in this situation beforeāsure, he wasnāt new to intimacyābut this wasnāt just anyone. This was you his girl
Chris rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling softly as his mind raced. He wanted everything to be perfect, not for him, but for her. She deserved that. *She deserved everything.
āYou good?ā he asked, his voice gentle, his usual playful tone softened. āI mean, likeā¦ really good? āCause if this feels too much, too fastājust say the word, and we can stop. No big deal, I swear.ā
His blue eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt. Chris mightāve been confident on the court or in a crowded room, but when it came to ems, all that bravado disappeared.
āI justāI wanna make sure youāre comfortable,ā he added, his voice barely above a whisper now. āThis aināt about me. Itās about you, okay?ā
Chris reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was featherlight, careful, almost reverent. He leaned back slightly, giving her space, his hands resting on his knees as he tried to steady his breathing.
āI need you to tell me what you need, alright?ā he said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. āIām not tryna rush anything. We go at your pace, *ma*. Whatever you want.ā
That nickname slipped out naturally, and he smirked, the familiarity easing some of his own nerves. āIām serious, though,ā he added, his smirk fading into a soft smile. āWeāre in this together. No pressure, no expectationsājust us.ā
Chris couldnāt believe how lucky he was to be with her, to have her trust. And tonight wasnāt about proving anything; it was about showing her how much she meant to him.
She looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity in his gaze. The room felt charged with an undercurrent of anticipation, as if something monumental were about to unfold.
Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and vulnerability coursing through her. She could feel the intensity in the air, the way his eyes searched hers, seeking a sign, a hint that she wanted this as much as he did.
She took a shaky breath, her fingers playing with the edge of his shirt, mirroring his earlier fidgeting.
Chris noticed the way she fidgeted with the fabric of his shirt and he gently placed his hand over hers, giving it a small squeeze.
His eyes never left hers, watching as her expression mirrored the same mixture of anticipation and uncertainty as his own. He could feel the tension in her grip, the way her fingers gripped his shirt as if holding on for dear life.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
"Hey," he said, his tone soft yet firm. "Justā¦ breathe. Okay?"
*She took a deep breath, his words grounding her in the moment like an anchor.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hand over hers, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, anchoring her to the present, to this moment.*
Slowly, she exhaled, letting out a shaky breath as she opened her eyes again, finding his gaze waiting for her.
Chris smiled softly, his thumb tracing a small circle on her hand, soothing her nerves with gentle, steady movements.
He could see the tension in her shoulders begin to ease, replaced by a growing sense of calm. He knew that she was still nervous, they both were, but he could see that she was beginning to relax, if only a little.
He leaned in closer, his forehead resting lightly against hers, their breath mingling in the small space between them.
(this is my first ever story I hope you enjoy it! chapter 2 is coming soon! please give credits if youāre gonna remake this!)
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