chris has always been hesitant to do anything with you in his house. today was his one chance to be alone in the house with you.

or so he thought.

both of your heads turned as his dad suddenly barged in, all drunk.

“dad!” chris scoffs, moving away from between your thighs as you scramble to get dressed under his blanket. loud back and forth bickering can be heard outside chris’s room — mostly him trying to keep his dad in the right mindset.

chris scoffs in embarrassment, making sure to lock his door this time. he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “i’m sorry about that.” he mumbles.

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