the early morning sun nearly blinds you as chris draws the curtains in your shared bedroom.

“chris, what the fuck.” you whined grumpily, burying your face in the plush pillow you were just sleeping peacefully on just mere seconds ago. your boyfriend chuckled as he brings a freshly rolled blunt to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities.

“sun’s up mama, time to get up. unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked, blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. lifting your head from the pillow to deliver a deep scowl to chris, you begrudgingly sit up, “yeah, that’s what i thought. go freshen up real quick, i’ll roll another while you’re gone.”

you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to do your daily routine.

when you sauntered back into the room, you found chris laid up on the bed, making a large ghost and lifting his head to chase the smoke.

“yo, turn on some music,” he calls out and you quirk a brow at him, standing in place as you patiently wait for him to fix that sentence. when chris sees you with an unimpressed look on your face, the realization hits him pretty damn quick and he smiles at you sheepishly, “sorry, baby. i meant turn on some music, please.” you happily comply, connecting his speaker to your phone and putting on your shared playlist before flopping onto the bed next to him.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. gimme some.” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit, maneuvering your body onto chris’ lap. his morning wood was definitely not going unnoticed.

“you have anything important today?” he asks gently, tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking.

“just class, and then i have a nail appointment at four. it’s really nothing special.”

chris was trying to listen, he was really was, but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically throbbing in his thin pajama pants.

“you listening, chris?” you giggled, cupping his cheek and relishing in the stubble that poked your palm. a lazy grin broke out on chris’ face and he nodded.

“mhm, ‘course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly, but surely becoming boxed and the more it did, the more you and chris were feeling the effects of the drug.

you smiled, “had a dream about you last night.” you hummed, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around chris’ neck. the movement made your hips unintentionally grind against his bulge, and he let out a shaky breath.

“yeah? tell me about it, ma’.”

“you were eating me out. . and you had your grills in. fuck, you were doing so good, i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it.” you sighed dreamily, suddenly deep into thought of how damn fine your boyfriend always looked when he had his grills in. you felt chris’ dick twitch, but didn’t dare say anything as you decide to tease him a little and see how long he’d last.

your head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air because all you could possibly think about right now was chris chris chris.

chris’ large, rough hands trailed from your thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

“you dream about me a lot?” your boyfriend asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts.

oh, he didn’t even know the half of it.

you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always, chris had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few touches. he looked like a dream right now—his blue eyes were red and hooded, his hair getting more wavier and falling in his eyes, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

chris’ nonchalant façade began to crumble once he felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers.

“y’know, if you wanna fuck, all you have to do is ask. can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick.” your boyfriend’s words made your breath hitch. the mouth on this boy was insane.

you scoff at him, oddly growing defensive as you kiss your teeth, “no, you can’t! don’t be weird.” huffing with a pout set on your lips, you make a show of slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

chris slowly pulled your panties to the side and he deadass whistles when he finally lays eyes on your soaked center, “fuck, pussy’s so wet,” he mumbled to himself, running a finger through your sodden slit.

chris took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning, he plunged two fingers in your cunt, making you gasp out his name, but as soon as they were in, they were pulled right back out. bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucked your essence off of them until they were clean.

“think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words, a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“you heard me. use me to get off or you’re getting nothing at all.” your boyfriend can be so mean sometimes.

you huff nasally, your hands desperately pawing at his bare shoulders, “please, chris. wan’ you to fuck me,” you sniffle, “need it so bad.” muttering the last sentence, you sneak a hand down to grab chris’ wrist, trailing his hand in between your thighs and letting him palm your clad pussy.

when he doesn’t reply, you just accept your fate. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off, you began grinding your pussy up and down his fingers. each time chris’ finger tips nudged against your clit, you let out a little mewl that was beyond music to his ears.

“shit—yeah, just like that. ride my fingers, mama.” he groaned, digging his bottom lip in his teeth. your slick had his fingers glistening in the sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that his fingers weren’t even inside you yet, all you could focus on was the contrast between his rough fingers and the softness of your pussy.

“you gonna cum for me? already?” chris breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh’, cheeks becoming tinged pink at his teasing. one side of him wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so, so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from riding his fingers.

within minutes you were cumming on chris’ dick with a pathetic whimper, small hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible, thighs shaking against his wrist. he let you come up from your high before tangling his free hand in your hair, scratching your scalp comfortingly.

“you good?” chris nudged you gently, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before removing his hand from between your thighs. he brought his slick fingers back up to his lip and sucked your cum off with a lewd hum.

“i can barely feel my legs.” you grumbled, setting your hips down on your boyfriend’s lap and wrapping your arms around his neck to hug his warm body. it’s only a matter of seconds before you feel something hard press up against your thigh, and you could only assume it’s chris’ morning wood.

“jeez, you horndog.”

“ole boy just likes you so much, baby. can’t blame ‘em.”

smut, p in v, use of y/n, back shots, unprotected sex, dumbification kink, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, mentions of vaping, frat bro!chris, college au

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