This dress is so tight. You thought, admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror. Girls were coming in and out of the stalls, and it was packed. Totally usual for any party, considering the bathroom queue of the girls' restroom was always long, while the men's – not so much.

Still, you were stuck in front of the mirror reapplying your lip gloss, your eyes darting down to your waist, snatched tightly by the fabric of your black dress.

You were cursing yourself in your head for choosing to wear this old thing that barely fit you anymore, instead of simply buying something new. But if there was one thing you hated more than travelling for a friend's wedding, it was buying a new dress specifically for it.

Such a waste of money, to spend hundreds of dollars on something you'd only wear once, maybe twice if you were lucky. You didn't attend enough fancy parties to justify dressing so over the top.

So, instead of splurging money you didn't have on a new dress, you rummaged through your closet and found this way too tight black thing you wore at the graduation party from university three years ago.

It looked good, that much you were sure of, but it was uncomfortable, and tight, and stuffy, and you didn't eat anything from the reception so far, afraid that your zipper would bust. Still, you only had to hold on for a few more hours, then you'd go to your hotel room that the bride graciously paid for, and you'd change in your comfortable pyjamas.

Once your make-up looked perfect again, you sucked in a breath and made your way out of the bathroom, and as if the bride has a sixth sense, she immediately made her way to you and grabbed your hands to pull you towards the opposite corner of the room.

"You ran away again!" She laughed loudly over the music.

"Just needed to powder my nose, you know me!" You replied cheerfully, holding tight onto her hand, afraid that you'd lose her through the large crowd on the dancing floor.

"There's someone I need to introduce you to! My husband has this really cute friend and I think you two would match!" She quickly explained to you as she practically pushed you in front of a dude.

"I told you I-"

"Hi Jack, this is Julia! You know, the friend I was telling you about." The bride cut you off, introducing you to the man way too excitedly.

"Hi." You waved awkwardly, trying your hardest to force out a smile.

"Oh, hello!" He replied seemingly as embarrassed as you.

"Great that you're getting along, I'll let you to with while I go fetch my husband for a dance!" The bride smiled and ran away, leaving you and this dude – Jack – to your own devices.

He offered you a drink at the bar which you naturally accepted, hoping that it would ease the awkwardness of the situation. You didn't want to meet anyone else, and your friend – the bride – knew how reluctant you've been to meet new people after how badly your last relationship ended, so this felt woefully uncomfortable.

Jack and you talked for a little while, and while he seemed funny enough, there was simply nothing interesting about him that made you curious. He looked average, his personality was average, he was a bit too loud at times, and simply... not your style.

He kept talking and talking, and you fought every urge not to yawn, because you didn't want to seem impolite. Eventually, you decided enough was enough, and excused yourself.

"Anyway, Jack, I have to go for a bit." You smiled apologetically and stood up from the bar stool. The room was spinning a little, and you made a mental note to gulp down some water.

"Okay. Catch you later?"

"Sure."

"I'll wait here!" He exclaimed and stood up as well, and, afraid he'd try to trap you again with his boring conversations, you turned around and left as quickly as your feet would take you.

Where to? Your sacred place, of course – back to the bathroom!

In your hurry, though, you didn't think to check before turning the corner, and you bumped into someone – hard.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly apologised and raised your eyes to look at your victim – a gorgeous man, dressed in all-black, his jaw sharp, his nose large, and his eyes as brown as yours. The stranger's hair was perfectly styled, his lips plum and rosy, and – oh God, he was attractive as hell.

"No issues. You okay?" He asked in a strong accent, and you quickly shook your head, your eyes stuck on his. You didn't even hear what he asked, that's how awestruck you were, and he chuckled softly, moment when you instantly sobered up and started blabbing.

"No- I mean, yes. Yes! I'm okay. God, what's with me?" You tried to play it off, but this man seemed to realise he had you enchanted, for he instantly raised a hand and moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

You must've started blushing like a high schooler.

"Name's Chris." He smiled at you, and before you managed to tell him your own name, a voice from behind you broke the spell.

"Julia! You went to the bathroom after all? Haha, if I knew, we could've gone together!" Jack spoke, making you grimace as Chris threw you a questioning look.

You tried to shake your head as subtly as possible, hoping that Chris would get the hint that you didn't want to spend any more time with Jack, and that you weren't as close as he wanted to make you two be.

"Uhm..." you started.

"Who's this?" He asked pointedly, looking at Chris. His polar opposite.

"Just Julia's old friend." He smiled, putting his hand around your waist and pulling you closer. Your heart skipped two beats.

"Oh, I see! Anyway, I'll go quickly to the bathroom then return to the bar and we can resume our chat, Julia." The man smiled naively, seemingly not realising that you would avoid the bar like the plague.

"Thank you." You turned to Chris.

"Bad date, huh?" He laughed, and God, why was everything this man was doing so sexy? Were you ovulating or something?

"Aha." You nodded and looked at his lips, before returning your gaze to his eyes. "I think I should go."

Right then, he leaned over very close to your ear and whispered.

"I think we should both go."

~

Your back slammed against the door to his hotel room as he rummaged through his pants to find the room card while kissing you desperately.

He was a good kisser, and each time his plum lips landed on yours, you wanted to pull him closer. His tongue down your throat was not enough, nor were the roaming hands of the both of you. The desperation was palpable through both your hurried touches, so much so that you didn't even care if anyone would see you in the hallway.

If Chris would've said he wanted to take you right then and there, you would've let him – which was completely insane, considering you were pretty sure you didn't want to meet anyone new only one hour ago.

This felt somewhat different, though, because Chris was easily the most attractive man you've ever laid your eyes on, and him wanting you back felt like winning tonight's jackpot. You could surely spare one night to give to him, and you'd resume your hatred for men, relationships and one-night stands starting tomorrow morning.

Once Chris opened the door, you two almost stumbled to the floor. Still, he kept two steady hands on your waist, that quickly travelled to your back to unzip your dress.

Your hands didn't stay put either; they first removed his coat, then moved to his shirt's buttons, opening them one by one, exposing his toned chest and abdomen.

He pushed you towards the bed, and when the back of your knees found the mattress, you fell with him on top of you. Your naked back felt cold against the bedsheets, and your dress disappeared quickly from your body. As quickly as Chris discarded his shirt.

Left in your underwear, you let Chris explore your body with his mouth and hands, that were navigating between caressing your breasts and roaming on your sides.

"Fuck." You rolled your head back, as his teeth grazed your exposed neck, and you felt his bulge press against your core. "Pants. Take off?"

"You're so impatient." He chuckled, but you didn't even have it in you to complain about him teasing you. Your panties were soaking wet, and you needed to feel him now.

"Chris." You whined in a pleading voice. "Pants. Off. Please. Need you."

He seemed to comply, because soon enough his dick was free from the restraints of his trousers and boxers, pushing dangerously against your still covered pussy.

"Are you wet enough for me, baby?" He asked, moving your panties to the side and hissing as his head brushed against your entrance.

He called you impatient, but truth was, he was as impatient as you, if not more, because he didn't even wait for an answer. He just pushed his way in, closing his eyes tightly as you wrapped around him.

"Oh, God." You closed your eyes shut too, trying to get used to him being inside of you. "Please be gentle. It's been a while."

"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled, and as you opened your eyes, you saw his darkened. He had a mischievous smirk on his lips as he pushed his whole length in. "What is it, baby? Can't you take it?"

"I- Oh my God!" You exclaimed and held onto him as he started slamming into you at an unforgivable speed. The slight discomfort you felt initially was gone in a few seconds, replaced by an overwhelming pressure in your lower stomach.

"Good?" He kept smirking as he held onto the quick and hard pace, his fingers sinking in your legs, and when he moved them towards your hips, helping you raise them up, you felt heaven.

The pressure you felt turned into immense pleasure, and you whined loudly as you came all over his cock.

"Good girl." He praised as he kept pumping in and out of you, albeit slower. "You look so pretty when you come, baby."

"Oh my God." Was all you could say, as your whole body was shaking.

"Turn around for me, will you?"

"Mhm." You lazily nodded as he pulled out of you, and you followed his command, staying on all fours on the bed with your ass in the air.

"Good Lord, you look so fucking good." He cursed under his breath, taking off your panties. "Take off that bra, will you, love?"

You just nodded again and raised yourself to unclasp your bra and take it off, and Chris palmed both your naked breasts as he pushed you back down on the bed. He clumsily played with your nipples as he entered you from behind once more, his moves no longer as quick and erratic.

This time, it felt like he wanted to stretch you out, to make you feel his whole length, and he was moving strategically for it.

"You are so fucking hot, baby." He whispered in your ear, raising on his knees to hit it better. His hands held onto your ass, and then, with no warning, one of his thumbs pushed against your other entrance.

You grabbed onto the sheets even tighter as his thumb kept stretching you out slowly, and then he removed it, replacing it with two fingers.

"Is it okay if I do this?" He asked, but all you could do was moan in response.

His precise movements inside of you, combined with the two fingers in your ass, made the pleasure way more overwhelming than before. He started moving the fingers in an out of you quicker, and the sensation was a bit weird at first, but you got used to it.

"Fuck, do you want to do anal?" He asked after a little while of slowly fucking your pussy.

"Uhm... I've never... Would it even fit?"

"I've stretched you pretty good. Fuck, babe, you're so hot I want to put my dick and fill all your holes."

"You're so vulgar." You chuckled softly as you felt him pull out of you again.

"I don't have any lube, but I don't think we're gonna need any, with how wet you are." He said, collecting your juices with the tip of his dick. You whined as his dick brushed over your clit, and then closed your eyes as he placed it against your asshole.

"If it hurts..."

"Relax, baby. I'll make you feel so good." He reassured you, but still waited for you to nod before he started pushing in. "I'll just put the tip in, I promise."

"Okay." You held your breath in anticipation.

It was definitely painful, and you shut your eyes and gripped the sheets tighter.

"Hurts?" He asked, and, as promised, stopped as soon as the tip passed your entrance.

"Mhm." You nodded, unsure if you were gonna go through with it or not.

"Will you rub your clit for me, beautiful?"

You did as he asked and moved your hand on your pussy, starting to pleasure yourself. You started to moan as the pressure in your ass became less uncomfortable, and Chris sensed it too, as he started moving again as well.

He pumped in and out of you slowly as you kept rubbing yourself, and your second orgasm creeped in.

"Oh my fucking-" You tried to speak as you came, but this second one was so powerful, it left you unable to utter any other words. "Please slow down-" You continued, unaware of what was going to happen to you as you've never felt this good. Chris, however, kept the pace, making your whole body shake even more, and you squirted for the first time of your life, making a mess all over his sheets.

Chris continued slamming into you hard, with resolve, as you continued to cum and shake. You were squeezing him in, which sent him over the edge as well, and he released himself in your ass, pushing you onto the bed as he continued to lazily pump in and out while cumming. His body weight felt so good on you, you moaned again.

When he was done, he remained on top of you until he felt ready to pull his cock out. With it came his warm sperm running out of your ass, and both of you stayed like that, in a mess of your combined juices on the bed.

"How was it?" Chris plopped down next to you and asked, caressing your hair gently.

"No one's ever fucked my ass before." You confessed. "Or came in me."

"Really?" His eyes widened in shock. He felt such a strong attraction to you the moment you bumped into him in that small hallway, that he immediately knew he wanted to fill all your holes with his cum, and fuck you numb.

"Mhm."

"So, did I do a good job?" He asked, but you felt it unnecessary. The bed itself was proof of what good of a job he did.

"Yeah. It was a bit overwhelming, but I don't think I've ever had such strong orgasms before." You chuckled a bit embarrassed.

"Neither. We should go wash up."

You nodded and he helped you off the bed, and both of you hopped into the shower.

"Wanna wash me?" He asked, handing you the shower gel.

"Sure." You chuckled, as it all felt a bit too domestic for a mere one-night stand. You started spreading the shower gel all over his body, feeling his toned muscles twitch under your touch again, and when you reached his cock, you stroked it softly, trying to wash him thoroughly. However, you underestimated the effect you had on him, as he instantly grew hard in your hand.

You got the chance to admire his erect cock, and your mouth watered at the sight.

"I'm sorry, I-" He started, but you cut him off.

"Chris, you look delicious. Can I suck you off?" You looked into his eyes, and he melted.

He nodded quickly and you didn't think twice. You immediately got on your knees in front of him, not caring if they're going to bruise against the hard tiles of the shower floor, and started sucking the soul out of him.

With his cock in your mouth, you looked up at him, watching the glint in his eyes as you silently pleaded for him to start fucking your throat.

"What do you want, baby? Do you want me to be rough with you again?" He smirked once more, the Chris from earlier back, and you nodded to the best of your abilities, with your mouth full of him. "What do you do if it gets too much?"

Obediently, you tapped on his thigh three times, and he nodded in a praising way.

"That's my good girl."

You almost melted at the nickname.

Chris grabbed a handful of your hair, and you didn't even care anymore about getting it wet. He pushed his whole length down your throat and started fucking it roughly, leaving you gasping for air.

Your eyes started to tear up and you were sure your mascara was running all over your cheeks, but still, you tried to stay strong and let Chris use your throat to get off, which he was quick to do.

You felt your mouth fill up with his sperm, and when he pulled out, you spit it all out.

"Not swallowing?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, I don't like swallowing... If you want me to, I can-"

"No, babe. It's fine. You don't have to force yourself to do things you don't like just to please me." He reassured you and helped you stand up, this time him cleaning you.

When you got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, your under eyes were still black from your smeared make-up.

"I have a cleanser you can use." Chris said and ran into the room, coming back moments later with a small container.

"Oh, thank you." You smiled and grabbed the cream, covering your whole face with it and cleaning off the remaining make-up.

Once you finished, you returned to the room and saw Chris picking up his discarded clothes from the floor. You followed suit and bend down to pick your dress.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere until I repay the favour." He shook his head and grabbed your hand, pushing you back on the bed – being careful to do so away from the stain – and kneeled down in front of you.

"The favour?"

"Yeah. Earlier you were so eager, I couldn't help myself but fuck you. But now, it's my turn to taste you, babe."

"I don't think I can cum again-"

"Shh. I'll be the judge of that."

"Shit." You cursed under your breath as Chris leaned down as pressed a chaste kiss on your pussy.

Then, he looked at you and you made eye contact, and God, was he looking good like that between your legs.

He started licking gentle stripes along your pussy, parting your lips with his fingers to get better access to you and he had you panting for air in no time. You began clenching your legs, feeling a third orgasm creep in, so he grabbed your thighs and forced them to lay flat on the bed, so he could keep eating you out until you came in his mouth.

While you were shaking from your orgasm, he pressed lazy kisses on your thighs, humming in acknowledgement each time you let out another tremble and small gasp. He then raised himself to come completely on top of you and pressed a small kiss against your lips.

"You are heavenly." He complimented you, and you chucked softly.

"Thanks. You too. I'm pretty sure you took me to heaven back there."

"Oh yeah?" He smirked mischievously again, and you wrapped your arms around him and tapped him three times on his back.

"So, Chris, guess we missed the cake cutting." You said, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, Julia, seems like we did. No regrets, though."

"How do you know them?"

"I don't, actually." Chris laughed, and you raised an eyebrow before he resumed explaining. "My friend took me as his plus one because he didn't want to come alone to the wedding."

"Oh, thank God. If the bride knew you and she introduced me to Jack instead, I would've flipped my shit." You laughed.

"Come on, he seemed like a great dude." Chris smirked while kissing your neck teasingly.

"Perhaps, but you're more my style."

"Yeah, I can see that. My bed is a mess because of you."

"Because of me?!" You gasped in fake shock. "I don't think so, sir. You're the one who caused this."

"I think I could get used to you calling me sir." He blushed slightly, then hid his face in the crook of your neck again.

You chuckled softly and caressed the back of his head.

"So, I guess this is the part where I put back on that uncomfortable dress and go to my room."

"Or maybe – hear me out. This is the part where we let your uncomfortable, hot, sexy dress lay on the floor while you stay here with me until tomorrow morning, when we'd have breakfast together and shock the whole bridal party."

"Ohh, that sounds good, if only your bed wouldn't have been such a mess. Wanna go to mine?"

"Good idea." He smirked and got off from you, going to his luggage and pulling out two pairs of pants and two shirts.

He threw you a set of clothes and started dressing himself.

"Oh, for me?" You asked, sitting up and grabbing the clothes.

"Yeah. Don't force yourself back into the uncomfortable dress." He mimicked you, and you rolled your eyes playfully. "Be cozy."

"Thanks." You blew him a kiss, and when you were both dressed, you took him back to your room, where a long night filled with interesting conversations, laughter and kisses followed.

When you went to sleep, the sun was already high in the sky, and it's safe to say that you two missed breakfast that morning.

~The END~

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(A/N) This oneshot is based on a request I received on Tumblr about Chan doing anal, so I thought - why not?

Written on a whim, I apologise for any grammar mistakes as I didn't have the energy to reread it a million times as I usually do.

Hope you liked it nontheless!

(and yes, I am totally ignoring all my works in progress to write plotless smut. sue me)

Love,

Storm