My Little Princeton (Chazz x Reader Oneshot)

Chapter 3

You slowly open your eyes, taken aback by the brightness of the room. The clock on the wall reads 3:45.

I must've fallen asleep, you think as you hazily direct your vision toward the slumbering Chazz atop you. Snuggled against your chest, he snores loudly, a sound you find surprisingly endearing. A small wet spot has formed on your uniform top, likely, you realize, from Chazz drooling contentedly in his sleep. You chuckle and reach over to ruffle his hair, which has retained only some of its usual spikiness. It droops heavily in the back, his token cowlick now flat against the top of his head, which helps to give him an overall more relaxed appearance.

As you drift back into consciousness, you remember a few key points.

First, you're not wearing pants. For that matter, you're not wearing underwear, either. Chazz's bare legs are intertwined with yours--he must've slipped the rest of his trousers off at some point. His legs feel wonderfully soft against yours, and his limp penis rests comfortably against your right thigh. You relax for a few minutes, focusing completely on the sensation of his warmth mingling with yours, his heart beating gently, his chest expanding and contracting with each deep, peaceful breath. I could get used to this, you think, while running a finger gingerly along the outline of his ear.

Second, you really just had sex with Chazz Princeton. You repeat his name in your head four, five, six times. Chazz Princeton. The Chazz Princeton. A smile crosses your face as you recall the events of this evening, sighing all the while. Tingles run up and down your veins, and you feel almost as if you could melt into the sheer pleasure of the memories of each second spent riding his lovely cock. The sensation has left your body completely relaxed, and you relish this pleasure, hoping to feel it many more times in the future, together with Chazz.

Third, you have an exam in the morning. You consider, for a moment, getting up, throwing your clothes back on, and making your way back to your own dorm, to your own bed. Then Chazz stirs a bit, wraps his arms even more tightly around you, and continues snoring. The decision has been made, you think, reaching over to turn out the light. Your last thought before drifting off once again is of Chazz's beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as he came for you, just for you. 

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The morning sun peeks through the curtains as you awaken again, this time for real.

"Chazz, wake up. It's time to get ready. We have our Tag Duel today," you whisper, tracing your finger along his eyebrow, then his nose. He stirs.

"W-what? You're still here? Okay," he murmurs, slightly confused. "Five more minutes, then."

"All right," you say with a chuckle. The two of you continue cuddling, content.

"So," he begins.

"Yeah?"

"About last night." He pauses. "I'm not sure what got into me. But, I think I liked it. And I think I like you. I almost can't believe it myself, but I do." Another pause, this time slightly longer. "S-so feel lucky! You have the Chazz now, after all!"

"I do, I do!" you respond, laughing. "I feel super lucky, you dork." You give his forehead a gentle flick.

"Hey! I'm being serious, c'mon!" Chazz jokingly gripes. You wrap your arms around him tightly and sit up, pulling him along with you.

"Alley-oop! Let's get ready, goofball." You take his hand in yours and stand up. Chazz follows. Your legs feel a bit sore, but you're otherwise well rested and ready to go.

Standing across from each other, both naked from the waist down, Chazz and you glace downward at each other, blushing. You notice his plentiful freckles once again, as well as the paleness of his skinny legs. His flaccid penis looks small and cute, and a small patch of dark hair sits around it, adding a bit of flair to the area. He really does have a nice body, you think. I like it.