𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

Chapter 21

(This part contains a small amount of smut, so if you don't like it, just skip these few paragraphs.)

3rd Person P.O.V.

Once (y/n) and Chris got inside, neither of them said a word. Everything happened so quickly, first (y/n) was shutting the door, next thing she knows, Chris had her pinned to the door. They just stood there for a second, gazing into each other's eyes, until Chris gently placed his lips on hers. (Y/n) quickly melted into the kiss as it got more needy.

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I needed air, but the kiss was too good for me to leave this early. He had asked for permission to slip his tongue in my mouth a long time ago and I happily obliged. We both fought for dominance, but he easily won. The hot make out session had short pauses for oxygen, but once I got one gasp in, his tongue was back into my mouth again. The session quickly began to heat up, so he grabbed the back of my thighs roughly, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then walked us to the couch, where the make-out session quickly escalated into much, much more.

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Your eyes fluttered open as you took in your surroundings. You quickly realized that you weren't in your bed, and that there was a muscular arm wrapped tightly around your stomach. You were on the couch. Last nights events relayed in your head, and out of all of them, you couldn't recall where you went to bed, so that's probably why you were still on the couch. Chris' arm around your midsection kept you from falling off the couch, and his head was dipped down to rest in the crook of your neck. There was a small throw blanked thrown over you two, but it only covered Chris' torso and his hips. Curse this man and his height. You were about to shut your eyes for a few more minuets of rest when a soft sigh was blown out into your neck.

"Morning doll." Chris mumbled into your neck, and also placing a couple of kisses there.

"Mornin'." You yawned and tried to stand up to stretch, but Chris pulled you back into him tightly.

This was when you again realized that both of you were buck naked. Your bare ass was against his morning wood. You tried not to move too much, as to not "wake the bear." But apparently that didn't work because Chris slightly groaned and his hips jerked into your ass. You gasped slightly and then decided it was time to get up before anything else escalated.

You struggled to get up, between Chris whining and him refusing to let you go, it was a fiasco. But after much struggle, you tried to bargain with him that you were only going to get dressed and make breakfast. But alas, Chris was subject to it.

"How about you don't change, and make breakfast?" He looked at you with a cocky smile when your face heat up.

"It's cold, and I'm not going to cook with this draft." You tried to cover up your insecurities with a white lie.

Chris grumbled and looked got up abruptly, almost knocking you off the sofa. He started to look for something, until he grabbed his t-shirt off the ground and ordered you to raise your arms. You looked at him shyly and his face softened.

"C'mon, doll. Let me dress you." He whispered with his groggy morning voice.

You reluctantly raised your arms and he slipped his t-shirt over your head and pulled your arms through. He then grabbed your panties that were thrown during last nights fun and gently pulled them up your legs, to your waist, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. You tried to stand, but fell back onto the couch because of how sore you were.

"Awe, baby c'mere."

Chris got up from his kneeling position and carried you to the bathroom, and set you down outside the door. He then ordered you to use the bathroom and whatever you needed and he would come get you in a minute.

Chris P.O.V.

Where the hell are they? I looked around with a furrowed brow for my briefs. Alas, I found them behind the couch and sipped them on. I snapped the waistband once I pulled them up, and headed upstairs, I had to do something about this. Once I got upstairs, I quickly sped into the bathroom and slid the door closed. I nearly ripped my boxers trying to get them town to my ankles and sat down on the closed toilet seat. I grabbed my member and started stroking, somebody had to take care of it, and I didn't want to burden (y/n) with it, with her being sore and all.

Once I was finished, I cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth. I jogged back down the stairs to find (y/n) brushing her teeth with the bathroom door open. What. A. Sight. She had my shirt on that came down the her mid-thigh, her colorful panties peeking out from the back, her hair tousled, and a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.
I just stood in the bathroom doorway for a second, just taking her in. She smiled shyly once she notice me, and went went back to brushing her teeth. While she finished up, I went to go look at the contents of the fridge. Once I heard the bathroom door close, I was to her in a flash.

She giggled at me when I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen and set her down on the counter.
"I keep my promises."

She smiled at me as she sat crisscrossed on the counter. She sleepily rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms out as I looked through the contents of the fridge. As I was looking, I hear her mumble something from behind me.

"Hm? I didn't catch that."

"I said I have waffle mix in the cabinet in the corner."

I nodded and her and sure enough, a box of waffle mix was in the cabinet, along with a can of oil. I grabbed the waffle iron from one of the cabinets, since I knew her kitchen fairly well. I started to make the mix when I heard her hop down off the counter. I threw a glance back over my shoulder and she had hopped off the counter and made her way to the bar stools on the other side of the counter.

Once I was done with successfully making three waffles, two for me and one for her, I turned around with the plates, and she had her head resting on her hand and her mouth agape, fast asleep. I chuckled quietly and set her plate down gently in front of her. She remained asleep as I proceeded to snap a picture of her. After I set my plate and the syrup down, I came behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist gently. I places a kisses on her neck until she woke up, which wasn't long, and she started to drown her waffle in syrup, like she was never even asleep.

I chuckled at her and went to eat my waffle. At one point while we were eating, I pointed my fork towards her half-eaten waffle that she was still working on.

"Do you put syrup in every square." I laughed a little at the end.

She looked up at me shyly and nodded. "You gotta, or else it don't have the right amount of syrup." She continued to eat her waffle.

"Guess you're right." I shrugged and kept eating my waffle.

Eating breakfast with (y/n) made me realize how we should appreciate the little things in life, moments like these are what makes a house, a home.