♱ ͟. in which . . . softfratboy!chris &&. princess!reader get stoned &&. decide to make a movie together. ❜
⠀You lie on your stomach, cheek flush against your forearm as you watch Chris with half-lidded, sleepy eyes. Your colored hues linger upon his side profile─the slope of his nose illuminated by the moonlight creeping through the blinds─before they slip down toward his hands, the veins in his arms flexing as he rolls the joint with an ease so practiced it makes heat flood your body.
⠀He turns toward you a moment later─lighter in one hand, joint hanging from his lips─and brings the amber flame up toward the end of it, lighting the first of many joints you'll be smoking tonight. He then comes to kneel before you and brings the joint up to rest between your parted lips, holding it for you while you take the first hit─like the gentleman he is.
⠀"Here you go, your highness." He teases lightly.
⠀You crack a slight, albeit genuine smile at his words, a fluttery sensation swirling within your stomach as you lean closer, wrapping your lips around the end of the joint. You inhale deeply and hold the smoke in your lungs for a long moment─relishing in the burn─before tilting your head to exhale into Chris' mouth, smoke curling from your lips hypnotically.
⠀For someone who's been told, all his life, that he talks too much, Chris suddenly can’t find the words. Instead, he takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his mouth as he mirrors your movements and exhales between your parted lips, this time with a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
⠀There's something so intimate about it, this moment you're sharing. You can't help but press into it, tilting your face toward his as you take another hit. You bring a hand up toward Chris' face, cupping his cheek and gently tugging on his bottom lip. He parts his lips without hesitation, welcoming your thumb into his mouth, the pad of your finger pressing down onto his tongue as you exhale, aiming the smoke into his mouth yet again, letting it caress his skin like a phantom touch.
⠀Chris groans─the sound low, raspy, and involuntary─his fingers twitching where they're braced on the bed beside your hip, like he’s physically holding himself back from grabbing your waist and yanking you into his lap. He exhales a soft curse, his pupils blown wide with both adoration and desire─like he can’t quite believe this is happening. He swallows thickly.
⠀"Do that again." He mumbles, his free hand grasping your jaw.
⠀Your heart stutters at his words, at the raw desire evident in his voice. Slowly, deliberately, you pull away just enough to settle onto your back─hands resting upon his waist as he follows suit and moves to hover over you. You bring the joint back to your lips, taking another deep drag before leaning in close once more.
⠀This time, you don't hesitate. You press your thumb against his tongue, holding it there as you exhale a steady stream of smoke up into his mouth, your colored hues locked with his icy blue ones. The smoke curls around you, creating an intimate haze, sealing you in this moment together.
⠀"Mm," he hums against the skin of your jaw, his grip remaining gentle as he trails his free hand down your body, hooking it beneath your knee. He lifts your leg to press flush against his side, allowing his hips to press into yours, all the while keeping your mouths maddeningly close.
⠀You melt into it immediately─into the way he touches you, into the warmth of his body, your figures pressed flush together. A soft, involuntary hum escapes you when he presses his hips into yours, your lashes fluttering softly when he leans closer, his teeth snagging your bottom lip. You grin, nose brushing his as you finally bridge the gap. In lieu of kissing him, though, you instead allow your tongue to dart out, the tip of the warm, wet muscle brushing his slowly─sensual in a way that somehow feels more intimate than actually kissing. Chris meets you stroke for stroke, his eyes slipping shut as his entire world narrows to the warmth of your tongue, to the soft noise you make when he eventually seals your lips together.
⠀Without breaking the kiss, you trail your hand down his body, finding the pocket of his jacket, where you then retrieve his lighter and the bag of joints he'd been storing for later. Curious, Chris breaks the kiss and watches as you lean to the side─just enough to ensure you don't burn him─and flick the lighter open, bringing the flame up to the end of the joint. You light it and take a long drag, this time blowing the smoke away from him, before lying back down beneath him and passing the blunt to him, lashes fluttering as you watch him carefully.
⠀"Here."
⠀He cracks a smile, huffing out a soft laugh through his nose as he takes it, pulling away and rolling onto his back beside you.
⠀"Thanks, sweetheart." He brings the joint up to his lips and inhales, smoke filling his lungs. He holds it in for just a moment, before letting it curl hypnotically from his mouth, gaze finding yours as he passes the blunt in your direction once more. You feel a strange sense of peace settle over you as you watch him exhale, your fingers gently brushing his own when you retrieve the blunt.
⠀Chris watches you for a long moment─as if he were contemplating something─before pushing himself up and moving over toward his desk. His back is turned to you as he retrieves his camcorder, wanting nothing more than to capture this moment, capture your beauty, and file it away for later. Smoke filters through the moonlight, bathing the room in a soft, silvery hue, one that shows up beautifully on film and brings out the colors in your eyes─the same eyes that flicker up toward the camcorder when it beeps quietly, indicating that it's recording.
⠀Chris zooms in on your figure, the lens drifting between your body and your face, lingering on the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the way your lashes flutter, before panning down to where your hand reaches for him, passing the joint back to him.
⠀"Mm. You wanna make a movie, baby?" You ask softly, watching through the haze as he takes the joint, stubs it out in the ashtray, and makes his way back over to the bed.
⠀"Yeah." He replies, his free hand splaying over your leg as he kneels onto the mattress, bracketing you in. He pans the camera up your body in a way that makes goosebumps spread over your flesh, warmth pooling in your gut.
⠀"You okay with that?" He asks, his digits lingering on the exposed skin of your inner thigh, his thumb pressed into your soft flesh as he gently spreads your legs. You nod, hands coming up to settle upon his sides, stabilizing him above you.
⠀"Yeah, 'course." You confirm, legs spreading beneath his touch, allowing more room for him to settle between them. Your hips arch to allow him to slide his fingers beneath the hem of your panties, while simultaneously inviting more of his touch.
⠀"C'mere." Your hand trails beneath his shirt, feeling him up, while the other glides toward his neck, where your fingers then wrap around his gold chain, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss. A low groan rumbles in his chest when your lips meet, his free hand cupping your chin to keep your jaw in place. He abandons the camera on the mattress beside you─the red light still blinking─and reaches up to grasp your face in his hands, his mouth working slowly over yours.
⠀The two of you make out for what feels like hours─your lips molding together perfectly, bodies pressed flush against one another. It's the type of closeness that will likely make anyone who watches this film feel like they're intruding; it's far too intimate, too loving, for two people who claim to just be acting.
⠀When you do eventually break apart, it's with immense reluctance, your lips parted as you pant softly into one another's mouths, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. Chris exhales sharply when your hands move to drag the hem of his shirt up, nails scratching down his back as he sits up to tear the fabric from his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Even from where the camera sits─capturing just your side profiles─its painfully obvious how your pupils dilate when he takes his shirt off, lips parted as if to say something. And normally, had the camera not been there, you would've. But some unknown force holds you back, and you instead lean up to kiss him again, hoping he understands.
⠀And, God, does he ever.
⠀His fingertips graze the edge of your panties─which are now damp with arousal─his palm flush against your mound as he slowly rubs your clit through your panties. You can feel the heat of his skin through the thin material of your dress, his body scorching hot against yours as you press your hips into his palm, the friction dragging a low gasp from you. Chris grins against your jaw, lips leaving behind slow, wet kisses as he makes his way up toward your ear. He takes the lobe between his teeth, coaxing another moan from your already swollen lips.
⠀"Lift your hips for me, baby." He whispers.
⠀You do as you're told, head falling back as his hands slide around toward your back, his fingers dragging the zipper down until your dress falls open. He tosses the fabric to the side before lavishing his attention on your body, one hand sliding up your thigh as he buries his face in your neck. His tongue soothes the marks he'd previously left as his other hand works your underwear down your legs. He groans at how wet you are, his cock twitching with interest in the confines of his sweats─tented and impatient as ever.
⠀"Need you." He whispers against your skin─quiet enough for only you to hear─his hips shifting as you slide both his sweats and his boxers down his legs. You watch as he kicks them off, the fabric landing on the floor beside the bed, slumped atop the growing pile of already-discarded clothes.
⠀Chris' breath hitches as his bare skin meets yours─his cock flush against your inner thigh, leaking precum onto your warm flesh. The heat between you is unbearable, and his cock aches with how badly it longs to be inside you.
⠀He grinds his hips forward─enough to press just the tip inside─and dips his head, lips finding your neck once again. One hand grips the base of his length while he lines himself up with your entrance─his blue eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pushes inside, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips are flush against yours. A deep groan rumbles in his chest at how perfect it feels─tight warmth hugging every inch of him like you were made just for this.
⠀The camera captures it all─the way your sweat-slicked bodies move together, every shudder of Chris' muscles, every flicker of pleasure across his face when you subconsciously clench around him again. Your combined moans echo off the walls as you find a rhythm: slow enough to keep you from finishing too quickly, yet intense enough to keep you on edge.
⠀One particularly deep thrust has you moaning low in your throat, chest flush against his as your back arches off the mattress. The slow build-up is agonizing in the best way possible, every deep push sending waves of pleasure through your core. You can feel every inch of him inside you, every vein─stretching, filling, claiming─and, God, does it feel good.
⠀Chris grins against your mouth, thumb catching your bottom lip. "There she is," he whispers, thumb pushing inside just enough to graze your bottom teeth. "My greedy fuckin' girl."
⠀The possessiveness in his voice makes you even wetter, and you can feel your slick begin to trickle down your thigh─which has since been lifted and hooked around his hip, not with the intention of demanding harder or rougher thrusts, but rather in an attempt to deepen your connection and hold onto him tighter.
⠀When he adjusts himself─pushing deeper into warm, velvety walls that are already stretched around him─you moan breathlessly, a silent encouragement.
⠀Emboldened, Chris doubles down─chasing that sweet spot inside you with every deliberate roll of his hips. His breath comes in ragged puffs against your lips as he fucks into you like this: slow but devastatingly thorough, each movement designed to wring pretty moans from your lips.
⠀"You feel me, mama?" He asks suddenly, voice low and raspy. "You feel how deep I am?"
⠀The pet name makes your stomach flip, warmth flooding your body as you nod softly, nails scratching his back. "God, yeah. I do." You whimper, hands sliding up his back─one wrapping around the nape of his neck, while the other splays between his shoulder blades. The combination of his slow, deep thrusts, coupled with the whispered words against your skin, has you teetering on the edge much quicker than you'd prefer. "Pretty sure you're in my fuckin' stomach, Chris."
⠀He laughs at that─a warm, breathless sound against your neck─and gently kisses your collarbone, hips still moving with that same steady rhythm. "Good." He says, hands sliding down to grip under your thighs─lifting them higher until one hooks around his shoulder, the other around his waist. This new angle allows him an even deeper reach inside, the head of his cock pressing firmly into that spongy spot every time you connect now, making your lower stomach bulge. "Want you to feel me for weeks."
⠀You don't even have time to react to his words before you're tumbling over the edge, squeezing him like a vice. Your walls flutter around him, pulsing in waves that send white-hot shocks down his spine.
⠀With a guttural groan, he buries himself as deep as physically possible and spills, filling you with thick ropes of cum. His hips never once stop, chasing every sensation until there’s nothing left─his body shuddering from the intensity.
⠀And, once it's all over, you both lie there: breathing hard, sweaty skin sticking together where your bodies touch─spent but blissed out beyond words. The camera still rolls somewhere beside you, its red light flickering dimly, forgotten completely by the two of you. All that matters is the closeness you share.
જ⁀➴ . . . sienna's corner: sorry for how long this is !! got carried away 🫠 ++ i'm kinda rocking with this pornstar/camgirl au so lmk if you like it & i might turn this into a permanent series with like actual characters & a plot 😝 also this is a repost bc the first one was showing that i posted it in march & i feel like it wasn't showing up on the tags
જ⁀➴ . . . tags: @sturnskiss, @trillathanabih, @courta13, @sadgirlslush, @shygirl0821, @angel-sturn1, @sturni-olii, @christophersspepsii, @dearlilies, @kiitones, @conspiracy-ash.
