Stand By Me Preferences & Imagines ON HOLD

Chris Smut

Mental help and holy water would be much appreciated.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Chris asks carefully, falling onto the bed beside you. You reach over and throw your book onto the bedside table, rolling over so you're facing him.

"Sure, what's going on?" You ask, eyes scanning his face. A hidden reluctance lies scattered across his tense features, pink tongue resting against his bottom lip.

Chris reaches down and grasps your hand between his, giving you a soft squeeze as you relax into the soft duvet. "You know how you've had...um, sex before?"

His voice seems to quicken over the word sex and you hum under your breath quietly. He's never kept the fact that he hasn't had sex before a secret, or, at least, not with you.

You find it quite sweet he's clung onto his virginity as it's not something many people your age have managed to do.

"I'm ready," He says, watching your face quickly as you feel a smile spread across your lips.

"Yeah? Are you sure?" You ask, not wanting to push him into anything. Chris nods, an excited smile furrowing across face.

"I really want this, Y/N, I want you," He replies smoothly, tugging you until you're straddling his waist. You peer down and see him completely at ease before nodding your head.

"Okay, but tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything," You capture his plump lips in a brief kiss before fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"You don't mind if I take this off?" You ask, allowing a hint of seduction to fall into your voice. Chris nods quickly, hair flying around as his wide eyes follow your fingers, as they pull the shirt over your head.

You let it drop to the floor and smirk as you feel a slight hardness digging into your jeans.

"Like it?" You ask, referring to the silky lace wrapped around your torso. You lean across him to 'plump the pillows', when really you use that as an excuse to let your breasts fall across his face.

You hear Chris elicit a trembling groan and soon feel his fingers squeezing your mounds, a burn of pleasure spreading through across you.

You attach your lips to his neck and suck harshly, dragging your tongue over the scarlet marks as Chris whines and bucks his hips against yours.

"More!" He begs, voice strained. You debate the request for a moment before nodding. Your fingers graze his adam's apple before you then lift his white t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor with ease.

Looking down at his torso and his perfect complexion, all you want to do is run your hands over the sculpted muscles, but first you feel his calloused fingertips fiddling with your bra clasp.

You wait patiently, watching his face contract into a tough frown as he tries and fails to undo it.

Not wanting to watch him struggling any longer, you reach up and find his fingers, moving them into the correct position and helping him undo the bra.

He shoots you a grateful smile before a rumble of a groan breaks from the back of his throat as the material tumbles down your arms.