ONE NIGHT, pt 2 to this fic
YOU WAKE UP TO A POUNDING HEADACHE and the unfamiliar scent of cologne clinging to the sheets. a groan slips past your lips as you shift, the dull ache between your legs reminding you exactly what went down last night.
fuck.
blinking through the haze, you push yourself up, glancing around the dimly lit bedroom. clothes are scattered across the floor, your dress, his hoodie, a pair of boxers that definitely aren’t yours.
you curse under your breath, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible. chris is still asleep, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, dark hair a mess against the pillow.
not your problem.
you snatch your dress off the floor, shimmying into it with frantic hands, grabbing your bag and keys off the nightstand.
just go. don’t be weird about it.
the floor creaks under your feet as you make your way to the door, wincing at every sound. you don’t look back before slipping out.
by the time the sun is setting, the whole thing feels like a bad decision shoved into the back of your mind. until your phone buzzes.
chris sturniolo: bout to pull up. got some blunts
your stomach flips.
you should leave him on read.
should.
instead, you reply.
you: see you soon
it’s barely ten minutes before there’s a knock at your door.
you open it to find chris, hoodie over his head, backpack slung over one shoulder, lips curled into that stupid, lazy smirk.
“sup, trouble?”
you roll your eyes, stepping aside to let him in. he tosses his bag onto the couch, pulling out a couple of pre-rolls like this is just a normal thing for you two.
like he didn’t have you spread out in his bed less than twenty-four hours ago.
the blunt is lit, smoke swirling between you as you sit on the couch, passing it back and forth. it should be chill. should be normal.
but his knee is brushing against yours, fingers lingering when he hands it to you, gaze flicking to your lips every time you inhale.
“so,” he exhales, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. “you always sneak out like that?”
you snort. “you always dm girls you had a one night stand with like nothing happened?”
his smirk deepens. “depends.”
“on what?”
he shifts closer, eyes hooded, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
“on if i wanna do it again.”
your breath catches.
chris doesn’t miss it.
the blunt is barely stubbed out before his mouth is on yours, hands pushing under your hoodie, thumbs pressing into your hips like he knew this was gonna happen.
and maybe he did.
maybe you did, too.
because the moment you let him in, you should’ve known one night was never gonna be enough.
his lips are warm, a little rough from the smoke, but insistent as they press against yours. your hands fist into the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, his body heavy against yours as he pushes you down into the couch.
his tongue brushes against yours, slow and teasing, like he’s savoring it. like he’s got all the time in the world.
“knew you’d let me back in,” he murmurs against your lips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shorts, playing with the waistband.
you don’t even have it in you to pretend you don’t want this.
not when he’s pressing his knee between your legs, nudging them apart, his breath hot against your cheek.
“bet you were thinking about it all day,” he mutters, his fingers finally dipping beneath your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles against your clit.
you shudder, your head falling back against the couch as his fingers slide lower, teasing at your entrance.
“this wet f'me already?” he chuckles, sliding a finger inside, groaning when your walls clench around him. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”
your hips buck up into his hand, desperate for more, but he keeps his pace slow, dragging his fingers out before pushing them back in, setting a torturously steady rhythm.
“chris—” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.
“what?” he taunts, adding a second finger, curling them just right. “tell me what you want, baby.”
you bite your lip, heat pooling in your stomach as he leans down, lips ghosting over your ear.
“nah, i think i already know.”
and with that, his fingers disappear, your whine cut off by the sound of his zipper.
he smirks, dragging your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor before lining himself up, pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance.
“still wanna act like last night was a mistake?” he rasps, pushing in slow, stretching you open all over again.
your breath catches, legs wrapping around his waist as he sinks in to the hilt, bottoming out with a low groan.
he doesn’t give you time to adjust, pulling back just enough to slam back in, making you gasp.
his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider as he fucks into you, slow and deep, like he’s got something to prove. like he wants to make sure you feel him.
“so tight,” he mutters, watching the way your body reacts to every thrust. “fuck, baby, you missed me, huh?”
you can’t even deny it, not with the way you’re moaning, your nails dragging down his back as he picks up the pace, hips snapping against yours.
“knew you’d let me back in,” he grits out, one hand moving to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
you’re barely holding on, legs trembling, back arching as pleasure builds and builds, a tight coil in your stomach ready to snap.
“c’mon, baby,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours. “let me feel it.”
his thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles, and that’s all it takes, your body tenses, walls clenching around him as you cry out, pleasure washing over you in waves.
chris groans, hips stuttering as he follows, pressing deep as he spills inside you, his breath ragged, body shuddering with the aftershocks.
he stays there for a moment, catching his breath, before pulling out, watching as his cum drips down your thighs.
“shit,” he mutters, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “guess you really wanted me back.”
you smack his arm, rolling your eyes, but you don’t move away.
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