The door closed behind you quickly and before you could really process what was happening, Cracker had lifted you up and pressed your back against a wall. Your legs instinctively hooked together behind him to support yourself and a gasp left you as his lips found yours.

It was an instant, sloppy fight for dominance the second you tried to gain control. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and wove your hands through his hair while he grasped at your jaw, his other arm holding you in place. Either he held his alcohol better than you or he just didn't drink as much but he quickly took control. You were too drunk to care about your loss and focused instead on running your hands down his chest to find the hem of his sweater. It was too warm for clothes and the more you thought about it, the hotter it felt. They had to go.

You started pulling his shirt up and made it about halfway before his lips left you to help remove it the rest of the way. It turned you into a fit of giggles as he insisted on juggling you instead of putting you down as he worked his arms out of the sleeves but as soon as he was done, he was back to business. You were still giggling slightly as he hungrily kissed around the corners of your mouth and worked down your jaw to your neck. He soon found a spot that elicited a small moan from you and focused on it, nibbling at the skin.

You dragged your hands down his bare chest, feeling the tense muscles below. He was almost feverishly warm to the touch and you were reminded of the need to undress further. Your shirt came off next, in a much smoother motion than his did, and you immediately felt better as cool air hit you.

Cracker's hips jerked forward as he gripped your side and you could feel his growing bulge press into you. His mouth fell to your breasts tasting along the tantalizing bit of flesh that wasn't covered by your bra. Each time his tongue would flick under the fabric, you'd arch your back just a little more until your chest was flush with his. You wanted more from him and he was more than happy to comply. He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off quickly, leaving your top half completely bare to him.

While you were both already wanting this some time ago, before even leaving your place to see his family, the alcohol in your veins made you want it even more. His teeth grazed along one breast while he kneaded at the other until you were moaning freely. He hummed against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nipple as you grasped at his hair.

Every touch sent delicious shivers down your spine and made your belly heat up with need. You felt a familiar slickness between your legs and each time Cracker rubbed against you with even the slightest of movements, you felt all the more ready for him. You'd held out hope for a chance with him for so long that you could hardly wait for him to take you now.

"Cracker....please." You gasped out.

His mouth left your breasts and trailed up your neck to your ear, leaving a wet trail behind it. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" You cried out.

You managed to get your response out right before he ground himself into you and pushed your skirt up to grip your thigh. His thumb ran circles over the soft flesh, dipping past your panties occasionally to touch dangerously close to your womanhood. He watched your chest rise and fall sporadically with a mischievous smile. He was going to keep teasing you, you just knew it.

From there, his gaze fell to your face. Your head was thrown back to rest against the wall behind you, your skin was flushed from his actions and the drinks you'd had throughout the night, you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth and your brows furrowed in pleasure. The sight was almost too much for him.

Cracker let out a groan as he pulled you from the wall and carried you to the bed, letting you fall into it so he could free himself of his slacks. Your thoughts were just clear enough to let you figure out how to finish undressing yourself, partially at least. The most important part, your panties, were tugged down your hips and kicked off in time for Cracker to crawl over you, completely naked.

You'd dreamed of seeing him like this. You had a rough idea of how he was built but now you had a front row seat to see just how gorgeous he really was under all those clothes. His muscles were well defined, the result of many days of dedicated work outs, his skin was flawless and smooth under your hands, and now you had a close look at the scar on his face, the one thing that marred his otherwise perfect body. Even it was enticing to look at, a rugged mark that only added to his charm.

Your fingers brushed against the rough patch of skin as he dove in for a rough kiss. He made you moan into it when he hiked up your skirt to touch delicately around your most sensitive parts. Either both of you were too drunk to care about the last piece of clothing or found that it wasn't really in the way and didn't matter. The moan turned into a whine when two fingers pushed past your folds and began stroking along your inner walls.

Each movement sent waves of pleasure through your body, making one noise after another leave you until Cracker was groaning against your mouth as well. When his lips parted from yours for the sake of air, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, his hot breaths kissing your skin. He was quickly pushing you towards a release, you were sure of that, but you'd never had one feel quite like this.

"Cracker–I–"

He let out a low growl as you came. Your walls tightened around his fingers and you felt a warm gush that soaked your thighs and probably the skirt along with it.

"That's my fucking girl." He praised you through grit teeth as he removed his fingers and slid his wet hand up your body.

You slumped into the bed as he lined himself up with your entrance, in a alcohol and orgasm induced haze. But you were able to string together the one coherent thought that he'd managed to make you squirt, something you'd never done before. It turned him on enough that he could no longer keep teasing you, the need to finish what he started was too great.

He slid into you all too easily, the last of your release working as an excellent lubricant. You didn't get a chance to fully appreciate how well he filled you up before he pulled out and pushed himself back in one time after another and honestly, you didn't care. He fucked you at a desperate pace, like he couldn't get enough no matter what he did and nothing felt more true.

The air was filled with the sound of wet skin hitting skin and some part of your head recognized the sound of music suddenly being played in a neighboring room as you and Cracker cried out with every thrust. Drunk sex was always good. Drunk sex with the man you'd been crushing on for so long was even better.

His fingers dipped into the flesh of your thigh as he pulled it up to wrap around his waist, he held himself up above you on his elbow and let his other hand grasp at your hair. His grip was tight enough to pull your head back, giving him full access to your neck. The second he began trailing rushed kisses along your exposed throat, you felt yourself tighten around him as you were pushed to the edge of a second orgasm.

You were hardly aware of how hard you dug your nails into his back as you held on, your hips bucking up to meet his in an attempt to reach release again.

Cracker let out a grunt right by your ear before letting out a strained hiss. "I'm gunna cum."

And that was all you needed. You clenched down on him as your body spasmed enough to make him suddenly pull out. His fingers found your clit, giving you enough stimulation to help you ride it out while his release spilled along your belly. His body jerked against yours a few times as he touched you until he was sure you were done.

You both stayed frozen in place as you collected yourself, coming down from your high. Relaxing was a slow process but it was made easier by Cracker's sweet kisses, him humming contently as he gained enough sense to pull your skirt down and toss it to the floor. It definitely sounded like it was wet when it landed. When you let him go, the thought of the marks you had to have left on his back only nagging at you slightly, he let out a sigh.

"I need to invest in condoms."

You nodded in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed as you basked in the afterglow. "S'okay this time but that'd be a good idea."

"We're a mess."

"Sorry." You mumbled, feeling the beginnings of a blush form. You could feel how soaked the sheets were under you and couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. You'd never done something like that before.

"Don't apologize, that was hot."

You burst into giggles. "It didn't feel hot."

"Trust me, it was. I was afraid I wasn't going to last after you did that."

"But you diiidddd." You laughed more, encouraging him to lay down on top of you despite the mess you were. It'd already slipped your mind.

"We need a shower." He mumbled into your breasts, nuzzling into them.

"That sounds terrific."

"But we'll have to figure out how to get you there...." He didn't stay put long, grimacing as he felt the slick mess on his stomach that was originally just on yours. "It's down the hall."

Cracker got up, apparently sobering up much faster than you as he slipped his pants back on and handed you his sweater.

"That should cover you enough."

You sat up and wiggled into it, immediately feeling at home in the soft fabric that smelled like him. When you stood on trembling legs, the shirt did fall far enough to cover all the important bits but just barely. Your biggest issue was Cracker was so broad in the shoulders that it kept trying to slip down your own.

He led you out of the room and down the hall, trying to hush your giggles while smothering his own laughter. You kept giving him big, adoring doe eyes and his reactions were too much for you. He was blushing harder than you ever had by the time you made it to the closest bathroom but at least it was late enough that no one was wandering outside of their rooms. Anyone that was still awake had to be downstairs, or in the room beside Cracker's. They'd turned the music down not long after you finished making so much noise.

"This is not how I pictured our first time." Cracker said through a smile as he helped you undress once again.

"Still good though." You hummed, waiting for him to strip and get the water going.

"Yeah but...." He leaned over the large, ornate tub, turning the knobs and testing the temperature before deciding it was alright. "You're sweet (Y/n) and I wanted this to be similar I guess."

You felt your senses slowly returning to you as you though that over. It wasn't until you were both under the warm water that you found a reply.

"I think it still was. It's hard to find someone willing to take care of their partner to the extent you did with me. That's really sweet, isn't it?"

The way he smiled down at you warmed your heart and made you reach up for him until he bent down so you could kiss him.

"There's so much I want to talk to you about now." He said between kisses. "But I guess that'll have to wait until morning, after we've both had some sleep."

"Sleep sounds amazing." You agreed.

You wouldn't admit it, but you were looking forward to cuddling up to him for the remainder of the night.