My Little Princeton (Chazz x Reader Oneshot)

Chapter 2

You kiss Chazz again. Nothing separates your bodies but a thin layer of cloth, and excitement builds within you like a Trap Card to the heart. Resting your crotch against his tip, you stare into Chazz's lustful eyes, smiling.

"Chazz," you begin. He nods.

"You're a dork. A huge dork. But, you know, I really like that dork. A-and I hope that dork likes me." That didn't come out as well as expected, and Chazz chuckles at your corny lines. You kiss him, reaching over to ruffle his hair. You're surprisingly more comfortable in this situation than you had expected. Being in command of Chazz just feels so natural, and his nervous, innocent mannerisms make it all the more adorable.

A grin spreads across your face as you begin to grind against his tip with confidence. He moans and closes his eyes again. You circle your hips, applying different pressures and speeds to your movements. After only a few minutes, neither of you can take the anticipation any longer. You lift yourself and begin to slowly remove your panties, exposing your bottom half fully. Your wetness feels cool in the heavy nighttime air of the dorm room. You throw your underwear onto the bed, knowing your body is well prepared for what's about to happen.

Chazz reaches out a fingertip and drags it along the front of your crotch. His hand trembles as his fingertip works its way to your underside. He tentatively explores the area, first running his finger along your soft pink labia, then along the opening, his mouth open in awe as he still struggles to convince himself this isn't all a dream. It feels good, and Chazz's expression makes your heart flutter. You ruffle his hair as he continues to explore.

Finally, Chazz works up the courage to slip the single fingertip inside of you. It's warm, and the contact causes you to sigh. He begins to wiggle it in further, which proves a simple task considering how wet you are. His mouth still hanging open, Chazz gently works his finger in and out of you, his movements stiff, his technique inexperienced.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his abrasive exterior completely melting away. This is the real Chazz, you think, vulnerable, dorky, kind. The Chazz I want to fall for.

"Yes, Chazz," you respond. You ruffle his hair again and give him a firm kiss. "I like it a lot."

"W-well, I like you a lot, (your name)."

"I like you, too, Chazz." He blushes, continuing to move his trembling finger in and out of you. You remain this way, eyes locked, for another few minutes until Chazz breaks the silence.

"What are you waiting for? T-take me, please," he begs weakly, struggling to maintain eye contact after his lewd request.

You chuckle. "Of course, my little Chazz."

As he removes his finger, you lower yourself until you're positioned right atop his tip once more. He places his hands on your hips, and you put yours on his shoulders. Hair mussed and face sweaty, he looks incredibly attractive underneath you. You adore the contrast between his pale skin and dark hair, complemented further by his tattered black uniform jacket. His eyes stare up at you, lustfully expectant. I'm about to have sex with Chazz. The Chazz, you think excitedly, and you bring yourself down onto his tip. Chazz moans. You move one hand onto his head, bringing his face close to your chest and holding him against you.

"Chazz?" you say, stroking his hair.

"Yeah?" His voice cracks a bit, and you can feel him shaking again.

"It's okay if you're nervous. It'll be fine." You half expect a clever retort, but the Chazz remains silent. "Just relax. It's going to feel weird at first. It's okay if you want to stop, just let me know or pull me off. I don't want to force anything that makes you uncomfortable." You feel him nod. "You ready?" you ask. He nods again, twice this time. "Good. I'm going in."