𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 new 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 Chris invented you to a party and upstairs you both fucked for the first time.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: smut 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 18+
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As you wake up the next morning, you can still feel the weed in your throat. You get up to Mia’s room to see if she’s awake, you get to her door. and she walks out
“Hey… did Chris text you about me after me leaving he’s for weed last night?”
Urmm I’m not telling. She said with a smile”. “Oh come on please tell me if he did’. But as you said that The phone rings only once
before you picked it up, a mix of curiosity as into who this is.
"Well, look who answered. The princess herself." An amused lilt hangs in his tone. "Miss me already?"
“Yeah who’d you think was?”
“Did Mia give you my number?” You said with a nonchalant smile.
“Maybe? Anyway Are you comin to the party tonight that my friend max is hostin?”he said with a straight face like he knows your answer is gonna be a yes,
You look at Mia as she mouths “put the phone on speaker”. You nod and do it,
“Soo are you?” Chris asked again.
“Well can Mia come? You know.. your too fave people… “fine” He said. Okay then see you there Chris” you said.
Chris exhales sharply through the phone, trying—and failing—to suppress a smirk. His tone drops into something softer, but dangerous. "Yeah, princess. See you there." A pause, then "Don’t go getting distracted by anyone else before I show up."
And if his fingers tighten just a little too hard around his phone after? Well. That’s between him and his pride.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌you walk into maxs house and the party was loud and the air smells was weed so you knew Chris was here already.
By the way everyone was staring at you, you knew that your dress was abit too short and definitely something Chris isn’t gonna like.
Your eyes scan the room, looking for a certain smirk and messy hair. Sure enough, in the living room, you spot Chris lounging on the couch, beer in hand, He meets your gaze with a lazy grin.
"Princess," he drawls, raising an eyebrow. "Thought you weren't gonna show up."
“I told you I was” but Mia can’t come now because she’s in work” you said with a fake sad face.
Chris leans forward slightly, his smirk growing sharper. His fingers tap against his beer bottle eyes never leaving yours.
“More fun for us then… right princess?”
I nod and started to look around for a place to sit and Chris says “sit on my lap”
You didn’t hesitate. Chris' eyes widen for a split second as you boldly take a seat on his lap, but he quickly covers his surprise with a lazy smirk. One arm wraps instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Well, aren't you a good listener, princess." He’s fingers lightly tracing circles on your hip.
“Yeah maybe you’ll get to see how good I actually can listen later?.
Chris' breath catches audibly, his grip tightening slightly on your waist. His smirk falters just for a second before he regains his composure, leaning in close enough for his breath to ghost against your ear.
"And here I thought I was the reckless one." His fingers dig into your hip, possessive. "Better make sure you can handle what I’ll ask for.”
Chris huffs out a laugh, a sound bordering on a scoff. His eyes darken—seeping into his smirk. "So confident. I love that." Then he shifts, effortlessly standing with you still in his arms, carrying you without seeming to break a sweat. The casual display of strength makes your head spin.
How about we find someplace more... private then, princess?" His voice is a low. "I always enjoy a good test of stamina."
“Me too so where should we go?
Chris doesn’t answer—just strides past the drunk dancers and spilled drinks with practiced ease. He heads straight for the hallway, pushing open a door to Max’s guest bedroom.
The room is dimly lit, untouched by the chaos of the party. The second he kicks it shut behind you both, his hands are on your waist again—hot and impatient. "Here," he breathes, "unless you had somewhere fancier in mind." His lips crash onto yours before you can respond.
You kiss back, letting Chris have control over you.
Chris growls low in his throat the second your lips meet his—like he’s been waiting for this all night. His kiss, claiming every inch of your mouth like it belongs to him. One hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss while the other presses firmly against the small of your back.
There's no hesitation—just pure dominance as he walks you backward toward the bed without breaking contact.
The second you both hit the bed Chris rolls on top of you, propping himself up just enough to look down at your face, his pupils blown wide. His breathing is uneven now, the playful arrogance replaced by something far more intense.
Without a word, he crashes his lips back onto yours—this kiss deeper, hungrier. One hand slips under your shirt while the other braces beside your head. He’s all yours for now.
Chris’s teeth grazing your bottom lip before his mouth trails down to your jaw
His hands work efficiently yanking at fabric like he’s impatient with clothes being in the way. his lips finally reach the curve of your neck, he bites down gently approvingly at whatever noise you make in response.
“Please” you say needy as you both brake the kiss.
The breathless please hits Chris, his self-control snaps. A low, rough sound escapes him as he pins you harder into the mattress,
He leaned to the side, fumbling with his pocket, pulling out a condom like he knew this was coming. The corner of his mouth quirks up undeniably turned on.
After he puts on the condom’ he lined himself up and shoved in, not giving you a chance to adjust, forcing a choked gasp from your throat.
“Fuck” he grunted against your skin.
“You feel so good. That’s when you moan loud from the slow movement and words coming out of his mouth,
“God you’re so beautiful right now” he moaned this time, he started to move faster, you moaned his name each time he moved, that made him feel amazing.
he thrust deep and rolled his hips, grinding against a sensitive spot.
“Chris don’t stop” you kept saying every time you felt him hit or grind that sensitive spot,
“I wasn’t planning too” he grunted softly in your ear, and that’s when you took over and started to ride him on top, rolling your hips at a good pace, to watch him bite he’s lip or to feel he’s hands all over your body.
“Fuck” you moaned, “I’m gon-gonna”
You tried to say you were gonna cum but your body didn’t let you tell him instead you just came and lucky enough he did the same time.
After you both finished you fell next to him, you was breathing so heavily that you couldn’t even hear the music from the party,
Chris was the first to speak, “are you okay,” “I didn’t go to fast or anything did I?”
You shooked your head “no you didn’t, I’m fine” you said.
“Okay good, did you want me to take you home?” He asked as he got up to put his clothes on.
“Yeah thanks” as you felt like you had to put your clothes back on.
“Okay you ready?” He said. “Yeah I am”
And that’s when you both walked out the guest bedroom and back to the party. But before you left, of course Chris had to say bye to he’s friends and tell them what just went down upstairs.
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