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FemReaderXChris Redfield (established relationship)
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Smut - No Minors 🔞
😬 this may or may not have been on my computer for awhile as I'm still dealing with a bit of writers block... but came up with the idea after joining a gym again cuz im gonna get as buff as Chris lol.
Other Ao3 Shit // More RE Fics
Warnings/Tags - SMUT, Choking-ish, Oral, Penetration, Explicit Language, also we ride like Leon in Requiem as it could be questionable if i proofread this. (you're stuck with just me as i have no beta and will never use ai)
It was midday as the sun was high in the sky. The pavement growing warmer as the summer heat blared its way through the day. But tucked inside of his garage Chris was beginning his next set. His weights all ready to go, however this time with another plate added.
“One, two, three…”
Each rep harder than the last, his pace growing slower as he pushes to ten.
“Eight…nine…fuck, ten!”
He lets the weights fall to his side before taking in a deep breath through his nose.
“Fuck…” Chris sits back on the bench, his arms resting in his lap as he lowers his head.
“Increasing the weights I see…” You set down what was in your hands before finding your place behind his folded bench. You can see Chris’s smile in the poorly hung mirror that’s in the garage.
Chris huffs, “Yeah and it’s kicking my ass…”
You chuckle a little before resting your hands on his shoulders. “Keep this up and soon you’ll be moving boulders.” Your joke turns into a laugh as you let your hands wonder over his biceps, your fingers following every hill and valley of his growing muscles.
Chris shakes his head, “Boulders, huh? Yeah…I don’t think I’ll be doing that any time soon, sweetheart.” Chris looks up to you, his eyes following the couple of strands of hair that are blowing across your face as a breeze pushes its way into the open garage.
You smile, “Not with that attitude.” You lean down and leave a peck on his nose. Your fingers noticing his shoulders relax to your touch. “Got your favorite for dinner by the way. Was thinking maybe we could pair it with that bottle Claire got me for my birthday?”
Chris smiles, “That sounds perfect. I can help if you want.”
You let out a sharp breath with a smile as you reach down to grab for the paper bags, “I don’t think so Mr. Handsy. You be a good boy and just stay out here.” You give him a wink as you make your way to the door in the garage.
Chris rolls his eyes and shakes his head as a sly smile grows on his lips. Chris leans his body over his legs again, his arms bracing him as he turns his head over to you. The click of your boot heels filling the space. His eyes moving to the sound.
“oh…” Chris says quietly to himself once his eyes settle on your backside. Your curves giving his eyes a reason to wonder as he trails them up and down your body.
“damn…” Chris covers his mouth with his hand before breaking away from you. As for what he thought was a quick save for himself the sounds of the bags rustling in your hands brings him back, and this time his eyes fall even lower. His sight now being filled with the color blue as he takes in the way your jeans were fitting today. The way they hugged your curves as you walked up the couple of steps to the door. Your shirt riding up a little on one side exposing just a sliver of your skin.
“fuck…” Chris grips down on his face as he turns away, his shorts growing tighter in one region as he tries to center himself again.
CLICK
Chris pulls in a deep breath as he tries to bring himself back. But while doing so he lowers his hand and lets out a big smile as he continues to think about you. “Just always knows what to do and say.” Chris tries to laugh it off as he goes to grab the weights again.
His arms now curling with each rep as he tries to calm himself back down. But doing what he can to keep his mind on his count, you continue to flood back. Numbers now a thing of the past.
“Damn it…” Chris drops the weights mid set as he reaches for his towel. His hands pressing the fabric into his face as he wipes it over his forehead, getting what sweat he could. And as he throws the towel back to the floor Chris smirks, his eyes slowly going back to the closed door.
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By the time Chris made his way inside you were already done in the kitchen. The room back to the way it was after unloading the groceries. This causing Chris to slowly make his way over to the threshold that connects the kitchen and living room together when-
“Oh! Babe-” you feel your skin jump as you weren’t expecting him to be done already.
Chris doesn’t say anything as he takes in your expression.
You tilt your head slightly, “Are you done already? I thou- MMMM”
Chris cuts you off with his lips as he pulls you in by your waist. Your hips colliding into his as he brings you in with a force. His lips rough on yours as he slowly begins to savor you.
You try to pull back, “Ba-be” his grip strong as his hands slowly move their way up your back.
“Those jeans,” Chris presses himself into you more, “where’d you get them?”
You slowly feel yourself being guided backwards with each kiss as he slows down to let each one deepen.
You smile up against him, “Mmmm…you like em?” The back of your thighs hit the arm of the sofa as you two come to an abrupt stop.
Chris’s hands on your back fall. His palms and fingers taking in your jeans as they move over your thighs and ass. Your hands taking in his workout shirt as you lean back letting your eyes settle on his.
Chris smiles, “I do.” Chris slides his hands into the butt pockets as his palms press you back into him.
You could feel his hard bulge up against your thigh as his fingers began to grip down into the fat of your ass. His breathing warm up against your neck as he was trying to do what he could not to sound desperate. Even though his clear desperation was sending a trill of confidence through you. Your blood warming as you were enjoying this abrupt attention.
You lift his chin up a bit so you could pull his eyes back to yours. Your smile growing when your eyes meet his again.
“I thought you didn’t do cardio on the weekends?” You let a sly smile spread over your lips.
Chris raises his eyebrows at you but doesn’t say anything. Instead, Chris leans back down to you, his lips gentle this time over yours as he pushes his leg in between yours. Your ass now seated on the arm of the sofa.
Your hands fall over Chris’s chest and abs as you move them to your button and zipper. The slow unzipping filling Chris’s ears as he breaks away from you so he could watch your hands.
You sneaked your thumbs under your jeans. A push pulling them down as your underwear followed in the movements.
Chris takes in your movements and after your clothes hit the floor Chris gives your shoulders push. You falling back into the seat cushions. Your hips now resting on the arm of the sofa. And in an act to get more comfortable you lift your hips. Chris’s hands quick to stop you.
“No. Stay.”
His stern tone sends a ripple down your body. One that he can feel as well.
Chris’s fingers press into your skin as you watch him get to his knees. His one hand now brushing up your side as you lose sight of him for a second. Only to soon see him situated between your legs.
Chris doesn’t say anything. He just looks down on you. His eyes maintain eye contact with you as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. His lips getting closer to your center as he brings himself down. Your legs follow his movements, and when you try to spread yourself wider Chris slams his palms on your outer thighs. His eyes looking at you one last time before his fingers grabbed at your plushness.
“I’ve got ya.”
Your breath sticks for a second in your throat before you feel it push out. Your chest lowering as your eyes widen on him. And as he takes a moment to watch you settle, he grips your thighs tight again.
You back arches to his first movement. A sharp inhale taken when you feel his warm tongue running up your cunt. And while Chris was usually slow. A bit methodical whenever he was down there with his mouth. That wasn’t the case today.
Chris grips down even more with his fingers on your body, you noticing the subtle pain quickly. And with a pull Chris presses you completely flush up against his mouth. His lips devouring you in different sensitive places before he presses his nose into your clit. Your arms falling over your head as your hands take in the pillow behind you. His tongue fucking you as he pushes himself as far as he can go as his nose begins to move from side to side. Your center region completely in his hands as he takes what he wants.
Your chest begins to rise and fall as your breathing picks up. Your mouth falling open as you push out a moan to his movements. It loud enough for him to hear even with your thighs pressed up next to his ears. And as if letting you know he can hear you, and maybe him wanting more, he moans into you. The vibration of it moving up your body as your thighs press into his face more.
And as he keeps going. Keeps working on satisfying his hunger for you, you can feel a warmth building. Your body falling into the cushions as you enjoy the pleasure. Your moans more like hums as you let out a soft chuckle to the feeling blooming.
Chris readjusts his hands so he could pull you back in. Right back to being flush up against his lips again. And this time he presses you down tight.
“CHR-” for that short lived warming pleasure was now turning hot as Chris worked at your clit with his nose at a faster pace. His tongue making sure to take in absolutely everything you were giving. His moans now more guttural groans as he ate away at you.
You find your center beginning to burn as you were close. Your one arm holding up part of your body as your other hand gripped down tightly into his hair.
And through your labored breathing, you push out his name again. Your knees turning in as you let your body give way. Chris influencing it all as he reaps his reward.
You let way to a hiss to the over stimulation down there as your body begs for him to give you a break. And with your legs jolting in his hold, he finally pulls back. His lips, nose, and chin covered in your slick.
Chris pushes his way out of your legs as he stands quickly. “Get to your feet”
You feel your brows furrow a little to his stern tone but after he removes his shorts, you were quick to understand his desperation. And once on your feet again Chris pulls you over to him. His hands turning you around.
“Fuck babe…” Chris's one hand grips the back of your neck as he pushes you forward. Your hips high as your body bends over for him.
Chris doesn’t waste time as he lines himself up, his thrust balls deep into you as he presses your face down more into the soft couch cushions.
“fuck…” Chris brings his hips back, a sharp smack when he brings them back into you.
“Mmmm yeah that's it babe...” Chris pulls back and smacks into you again. His chest pushing out a pleased groan as he finds his rough tempo.
Your thighs were pressed up against the couch’s arm as his hand kept a tight grip on your neck making sure you stayed bent over for him. Your one hand grabs for his as your other holds onto the side of the cushion. Your body rocking into the couch at a rough pace.
“Yeah that’s it babe…so fucking perfect…” Chris thrusts into your hard, “So” and again, “fucking” and again, the back of your thighs feeling warm as they begin to turn red, “perfect…”
Chris lets go of your neck so he could steady himself. His hands pulling you back into him as he grips down on your hips. Chris moans your name softly as his hips begin to drill into you. Your thighs sore on either side as he fucks you into the sofa.
Chris lifts your hips a bit with his hands, your feet now on their tiptoes as you give him the best angle you could.
“Fuck…” Chris roughly and through his sloppy breathing thrusts into you one more time as he lets himself go inside of you. His fingers still holding onto you tightly as he made sure to give you everything he had.
And after the room settles, it now being filled with yours and Chris’s heavy breathing, Chris pulls himself out. A mix of you and him following as it drips from him to the floor.
And once empty from him, you let your body rest over the side of the couch. Your thighs sore from it all as you lay there. A bit of him slowly dripping down your leg. And with no towel nearby Chris uses his hand to poorly clean you up. A laugh coming from you when you realize what’s going on.
Chris laughs with you as he breaks away to quicky make his way into the bathroom. His hand now holding a warm wet towel as he gently works on cleaning you up.
“Not a bad cardio session.” Chris jokes as he helps you back to your feet. Your body tuning to him quickly as you shoot him a playful look.
Chris tosses the towel back over to the bathroom before he pulls you into him, “Think we got time for a little more?” He leans down and kisses your cheek, his words now a playful whisper up next to your ear, “I mean…I barely broke a sweat.”
You shake your head as you pull away from him. Your hand grabbing for his wrist as you give him a light tug, “So, what is it now, a three-minute cool down before you next session helps give you the best results?”
Chris chuckles, “I mean depends on what you’re doing. I mean for some people-”
You cut him off by planting your lips on top of his as you knew the conversation could go on for quite some time. And after you pull away you take in Chris’s soft eyes. The warmth of them always something that causes you to pause.
…But through that pause Chris gives his eyebrows a quick raise before scooping you up. Your loud yelp filling the room as it turns into laughter as he carries you to the bedroom. For as Chris said, it really depends on the person. And as for him…well…this next cardio session was going to start as soon as you heard your bedroom door click shut.
