your popular ex-boyfriend begs you to get back w/him
» pt. 2
the doorbell rung - sharp, tinkling melody breaking through your hazy thoughts. sighing, you got up from your seat at the dining table and walked over to the door. your house was dark, the only light in the room emanating from your glaring laptop screen.
removing the chain from the latch, you swung the door open, and in doing so, felt a heavy weight drop to the pit of your stomach at the sight in front.
him.
he stood in front of you, hand grasping a bouquet of dusty pink roses, beads of sweat on his anxious face mirroring the dewdrops-laden petals. he was biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed.
a plethora of questions rose in you, but you pushed them down. swallowing, you asked in the firmest voice you could manage, "what do you want?"
"i want to apologise", his strained voice came back, delicate eyes searching your face like you were fresh water placed in front of a parched man.
"i told you, i don't want to hear it."
he flinched at your words, fingers wrapped around the bouquet becoming tighter. a flash of annoyance passed through you.
"didn't i make it obvious when i left your stupid paragraphs on read?", you asked him with narrowed eyes.
"i know my place, baby. it's with you," he whispered immediately, as if reciting a script. his eyes bore into yours, almost pleading.
"don't call me baby," you snarled.
a beat of silence passed. his chest rose up and down, panting. he never broke eye contact for a minute.
"i'm not above begging."
"i know, you're pathetic."
before you could finish, his knees had hit the ground.
you guys really liked the first twt link, so I made a pt.2 <3
cw: fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding, masked men (ghostface), 'making a sex tape', dry humping, car sex, riding, angry sex
You knew the consequences of what would happened to you if you stepped out of place. Who can blame you? Maybe acting out of line will force him to treat you like the whorish little slut you are~
Just before he was about to leave he decided he needed to give you...a small reminder of him~
streaming was something you really liked doing on the weekends...you decided to bring a special guest for a special collab~
having a man is nice...but having a man who knows how to use his fingers to (actually) make you reach orgasm??? Thats a rare find...
You went to his house with the intention of watching movies. well...you did end up watching some random ass film-but 20 minutes in you guys decided to make your own homemade movie~
your boyfriend was such a gentleman-took you out to a nice restaurant, payed for dinner and treated you like a princess! You were spent, all you wanted to do was go in bed and stay up all night...lets just say the 2 of you were way too excited to wait~
live laugh fucking LOVE dry humping.
It doesn't take a lot for your boyfriend to get jealous. Today you found out that it's actually really fucking easy-laugh and playfully hit another guy and your bf will be FUMING.
I low-key need Carlos’, RE1/RE5 Chris’ and STARS!Wesker’s reaction to getting playfully smacked in a butt by the fem!Reader (s/o) 😭 Loose headcanons or scenarios will be enough, unless you feel like you want to turn them into the longer fics! Thank you in advance 🙏
OPERATION: GUILTY PLEASURE ft. RE MEN
SUMMARY: How would they react if you playfully smacked their butt?
TAGS/WARNINGS: obviously mentiones of spanking, domestic HC ish thingy idk how to classify this ngl, teasing, reader is implicated to be afab but I tries to stay as neutral as possible WC: 2.103
PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you
LEON KENNEDY
He was standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment, the food in the pan sizzling. The room was filled with aromas that made you drool in anticipation.
Normally, you take on the cooking role, but you told him you were too tired today, so he gladly took over that role.
Why do you usually cook? Needless to say, he’s not a man who uses many spices. He would sometimes call even the taste of pepper “too hot” for him, but after years of living together, he adapted his taste buds to your cooking.
In addition, he’s also improved. You’re no longer as surprised by the heavenly smell coming from the kitchen as you would have been in the first year of your relationship.
You watched him from afar for now, stirring something in the pan that you couldn’t quite identify from the smell alone.
Stepping closer, your curiosity got the better of you. But halfway toward him, you noticed the gentle curve of his ass, practically screaming for your attention.
How could you say no to such temptation?
Suddenly, with a new motive in mind, you carefully stepped closer, already grinning from ear to ear.
Of course, he noticed your presence the moment you stepped into the kitchen; however, he waited for you to speak first.
He would have never guessed that the moment you were right behind him, he’d feel a sharp sting on his cheek, followed by a gasp falling from his lips.
Your giggles filled the air as you held your stomach, pure joy rushing through your veins.
It was the funniest thing you’d seen in ages.
The way he gasped and flinched at the sudden contact—and the way he was glaring at you now.
“What’s so funny?” he chuckled, clearly adoring your laughter.
You could only wipe your tears away, smiling at him.
“You’re cute.”
“I am cute?” he countered, wrapping his arms around you and pressing ticklish kisses along your neck and shoulder.
Your laughter continued, only intensifying the moment his fingers joined the fun.
You couldn’t even run from him, as he made sure you had no way out of his hold.
After your pleas finally reached his ears, he let you go.
You stared at each other as your hand lifted to cup his cheek.
Just millimeters before his lips met yours, you realized that the sudden burnt smell in the air was coming from the food sizzling on the stove.
"The food!"
"Shit"
-but it was too late, it's already burnt to a crisp.
"Well..there goes our dinner.."
"Leon Scott Kennedy."
-you ended up ordering takeout in the end.
CHRIS REDFIELD
It felt nice to finally spend some time with Chris.
You opted for a stay-at-home date this time around since the sky had been pouring for days on end.
Nonetheless, that didn’t stop you from enjoying your time together.
Both of you were bundled up on the couch, focused on different things.
You, for instance, were buried nose-deep in the new novel you bought ages ago, finally overcoming your procrastination and giving it a read. So far? You were loving it.
Even though this was supposed to be a date, you were both happy indulging in your quiet time.
However, you’d been so focused on your book that you hadn’t noticed Chris had lost his focus a while ago...
It started with gentle touches on your lower back, his fingertips lightly tracing over your covered skin.
But he grew bolder the less attention he received.
From softly caressing your back to massaging your shoulder blades, he was clearly trying to grab your attention—but it wasn’t enough.
Suddenly, he blocked your view, his hand covering your eyes, and you tutted in response.
He could only grin at your frustrated expression once you finally turned to face him.
“You dick,” you said, putting your book down.
“You could’ve just said something, Chris.”
“But that would’ve been boring,” he chuckled, poking your cheek in response.
You pulled away and got up from on top of him.
He sat up with you. “We were supposed to be on a date,” he said, raising a brow at you.
“Yeah, well… fine. Let’s watch that movie you wanted to see. Grab the snacks, and I’ll get it started.” You were already reaching for the remote on the coffee table in front of you as the screen flickered on.
He stood up. “As you wish.”
And just as he walked past you, your eyes landed perfectly on his very inviting ass...
Oh, and with that, all your frustration faded, leaving you with a burning desire to smack his ass so hard he’d be wincing every time he sat down.
And so you did. Without hesitation, you smacked his cheek—hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your skin turn red.
He yelped, instinctively turning around to face you.
“Hey! What was that for??”
But you were already laughing your ass off.
He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head.
“Oh, you’ll see!” he said, approaching you. He already stood at an impressive height, but with you sitting down, he loomed over you, casting a shadow that immediately twisted your amusement into something closer to fear.
"No, No, No! Wait! Chris!"
Suddenly, he hauled you over his shoulder, leaving you with no room to move except to flail your arms and legs.
using your disadvantage he immediately spanked your ass in return, already headed towards your bedroom.
"Oh just you wait.." chuckling dangerously, you had no choice but to obey..and who said that you weren't exactly where you wanted to be?
CARLOS OLIVEIRA
It was a regular day in your household. You had just finished the laundry, carrying the basket of freshly washed clothes to the clothing rack.
Meanwhile, Carlos was doing the dishes, humming a song and singing shamelessly to his heart’s content in the kitchen.
You could only shake your head at his antics, smiling to yourself as you began hanging up the clothes.
Working on autopilot, you finished in no time. He seemed to be done around the same time, walking out of the kitchen and spotting you in the living room.
He whistled the moment you bent down to grab the empty basket, making your eyes roll playfully at his reaction.
“You horndog,” you teased.
Laughing at your joke, he dried his hands with the rag still in his grasp, then casually tossed it over his shoulder as he made his way toward you.
However, the moment he reached you, you had already turned to walk away.
With an exaggerated sigh, he stumbled after you, following you around as you placed the empty basket in its spot.
He leaned against the doorframe the moment you turned back, deliberately standing in your way.
You could play along with his little games, or so you thought.
“I still have a few things to get done,” you said, stepping closer until you stood right in front of him.
-You dug your fingers into his chest, trying to push him back—but he wouldn’t budge.
“Give me a kiss, and I might let you through,” he grinned, winking at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes in response. “Instead of holding me back, you could help!”
He groaned, leaning his head into his neck as he moved just enough to let you pass.
Smiling smugly to yourself, you walked past him, glancing over your shoulder to see him distracted—giving you the perfect opportunity.
You spanked his ass, continuing toward your bedroom with a giggle.
“I heard that!”
Hearing his footsteps approaching, you knew he was up to no good.
“But when I do it, you get mad at me,” he complained.
He sighed, taking a seat on your shared bed.
“Yes, exactly,” you hummed in response, folding the finished laundry and sorting it into your dresser.
You heard him sigh repeatedly, and honestly, it was more adorable than annoying. How could anyone guess that such a tall, jacked guy would be such a puppy with his partner?
ALBERT WESKER
Since he had a few days off, he decided to come and stay at your place.
His visit was unexpected—surprising, even. He hadn’t told you he was coming, but that didn’t make you any less excited.
Finally being able to spend your days with him, waking up next to him every morning… it seemed too good to be true.
Yet he insisted he needed to do some paperwork. He’d disappear into your office and work for a couple of hours.
As a reward, he promised to give you his undivided attention for the rest of the evening.
You didn’t complain, but… why would he need to work if he had days off? Why would he come over only to punish you with the cruelty of working instead of spending time with his beloved partner?
Maybe you were overreacting a little.
You stared at the closed office door, contemplating your next move. Checking in on him wouldn’t hurt, right? I mean, he’d been at it for the last three days… maybe annoying him just a little would satisfy the itch you were currently fighting.
So, without further ado, you got up and made him a cup of coffee, using it as an excuse to knock on the door separating you from your lover.
You invited yourself in, taking in the sight of scattered papers littering the desk he’d borrowed.
Stepping closer, you placed the mug on an empty patch amidst the seemingly endless papers, your hands finding his shoulders and applying pressure to his tense muscles.
“Thank you, love.” He lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip of the steaming coffee.
“Busy much?” you sighed, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. “Take a break, pretty pleaseee?”
You watched the wrinkles on his forehead slowly melt away under your loving touch and the sweet, coaxing tone of your voice.
With a sigh, his eyes finally met yours.
“I’m almost finished. Wait just a bit longer for me, can you do that?”
You could only huff in response, unsatisfied with his answer. But no can do. Hesitantly, you moved away, your fingers still lingering on his shoulders.
Sadly, you knew there was no other choice but to oblige to his demands. With another painful sigh, you let go, carefully making your way toward the exit of the room.
With a click, the door closed softly behind you. Well… attempt failed, successfully?
“At least he’s almost done” you thought, making your way over to the couch to wait for him.
Another hour passed with no sign of life from him, and it was starting to get late.
Getting up to prepare dinner, you were stopped midway when he stepped out of the office.
He was holding the now-empty mug, making his way over to you.
You couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto your lips the moment his arms wrapped around you.
“Thank you for waiting,” he murmured against the crown of your head, planting a gentle kiss there.
Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Neither of you said anything for a while, simply soaking in each other’s presence and the calm that came with it.
A spark of mischief flickered inside you, growing like a flame you couldn’t extinguish—until your wicked plans were set into motion.
Announcing your cruel plans with a soft snicker, you suddenly smacked his ass, making sure both of you felt the tingling aftermath.
To your surprise, he barely reacted at first, only tutting disapprovingly—before pulling away to wash the mug still in his hands.
Your head followed him as he left you alone, your jaw dropping playfully.
"Don't just run away!"
"I have to clean this mug."
"You're just embarrassed that you liked it!"
"Don't start spreading foolish lies."
"That's exactly what someone would say who is embarrassed"
"I don't know such words."
"Liar"
He just scuffed in response, watching you stick your tongue out in victory.
+BONUS BASED ON MY WESKER FIC "MY LITTLE MOLE"
You saw it—the perfect opportunity to claim the oh-so-sweet victory you wanted… no, needed.
Slowly, you lifted your hand, ready to strike. He was still distracted with whatever he was doing. This was the perfect chance… and…
Almost… 3… 2… 1—
Your outstretched hand shot forward—
However…
Centimeters before your hand would have hit his beloved cake, you were stopped.
His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you firmly in his grasp.
With a gasp, you tried to pull away, desperate to free yourself.
“Next time… be a bit quicker, and quieter,” he chuckled, finally releasing you from his iron grip.
Yeah… no. You would not be attempting that again.
yay I finally got this baby out. Honestly I had my fun writing and imaginig these sooo thank you anon for requesting this! Hope it´s how you imagined it, hope you liked it!! and btw if a picture isn´t from the correct game I apologize it´s been rather difficult to find good ones that fit my vision, it´s just for visual purposes!
Hope you enjoyed it^^
divider: @nikkidee
-nexxa out
Update: i'm so overwhelmed, it's almost 5am but I am finally finished with all the editing 😭 LIKE EVERYTHING KEPT GOING WRONGG UGH
Update 2: MY POST FUCKING GOT DELETED BC OF AN ERROR I CANT MAKE TS UP but as you can see my laptop got my back😭😭 oh my god I need sleep.
He knows you love his physique he can see it from the way you look at him with hooded eyes from the way your words cut off when his shirt rides up when he reached for something on the too shelf, but what he doesn't know is how much you love his thighs, they are so huge muscular and look so rideable especially when he just comes back from work and just spreads them open whilst sitting on the couch.
He could be wearing tight jeans, gym shorts, sweat pants, office pants fucking anything and your eyes immediately a drawn to them. Just crawling your way onto one of them whilst wearing his T-shirt and some flimsy sleep shorts and seating with his thigh right in the middle of your legs and just start grinding your heart away running your hands all over his body, running them through his hair make out while your clit rubs on the fabric covering his thigh leaving a wet patch right where your cunt is. Getting yourself to that peak whilst using his thigh as nothing more than a sex toy.
Then you hear the door to your shared apartment open and a call of "hey I'm home" and you are immediately brought back to reality where the only thing between your thighs is your pillow and the growing shame in your gut from getting off to your roommate who is now knocking on your door.
No shade to anyone who may like this but I'm sorry but I hate being degraded in fanfics... "oh yes you like that you cockslut bitch whore?" no I dont. My pussy is now dryer than Hawaiian punch. Why would I want someone I love to verbally assault me WHILE we're making love at that??? Call me sensitive but I'd start crying mid cum. Like damn tell me how you really feel??😭 Go ahead and splay it all out since you feel like you can knuck and buck while we fucking. I like em a little strict but... bitch? Whore? Slut? Baby hell nah. You will NEVA fuck this coochie again😂✌🏽✌🏽
☆ CHARACTERS: albert wesker, leon s. kennedy, chris redfield, jack krauser, carlos oliveira, luis navarro, hunk, karl heisenberg, zeno, ada wong, jill valentine, claire redfield
𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑
You have balls of iron to prank him like this
Wesker was not one for jokes so you were basically signing your death sentence
Out of everyone, he chose to be with you and it would definitely bother him but you just wanted to tease him to see his reaction
It didn’t help that you decided to prank him on one of his most stressful days 😱
The moment he reached out to you, your shoulders tense and you flinched away
His hand stopped midair immediately
His eyes behind his shades sharpened and he sneered
“Explain.”
Suddenly it felt as if you were strapped in a chair within an interrogation room and Wesker held the whip
You simply stated your skin was itchy and you pretended to scratch your back
He eyed your skin longingly and hungrily
Wesker wasn’t a fool
He continued to approach you, his hands just inches away from your skin when you would move away from him
Your body tensed and you flinched, inclining your entire existence away from him as if he was the biggest disease in the room 💀
Wesker assumed you were fooling around but it irked him deeply
He was prepared to discipline you when work called him in
You flinched for real when he left the room as you heard him slam his fist on the other side 💔
Now you felt bad
Wesker never showed emotions but this was something new
You hurt his feelings 🥺
Dinner came and you were having trouble reaching for the top shelf when his hand came into view and got it
Instead, he placed it even higher and he pinned you to the counter with hands on both of your sides
“Start talking.” He demanded
“It was a prank.” You admitted, “I just thought it’d be fun to tease you.”
A long silence came between you two
“So you find psychological warfare amusing?” Wesker mocked
You laughed out nervously until you gulped when he cornered you with his frame and snatched your face
He placed a gentle kiss on your lips
“Do that again…” He whispered against your mouth dangerously, “I’ll make you regret it.”
Too bad for you, his mind was already made up
That night as you were getting ready for bed, he threw you on top of the sheets and pinned you there as he kissed you roughly while taking off your pajamas
He punished you the entire night 🫣
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘
Leon always thought this world was rainbows and sunshines when he joined RPD, only to be hit with reality that evil does exist
He wouldn’t allow himself to be used and manipulated again as he viewed the world in a different way
He had lost faith and hope but the moment he met you, his life suddenly became better and he could see colour once more 💘
He swears he’ll do anything to protect you
You brought out the innocent and selfless side of him because of your sweetness and he wanted to keep it
He was busy and you wanted to throw a little prank on him to destress him
Except it did the complete opposite
Leon was devastated 😭
He didn’t know what he did wrong
It happened when he reached for your shoulder and you recoiled like an animal, your hands moving in front like a shield
He froze right away and his face was stunned
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” He apologized
He backs away
He starts overthinking everything and his mind began to spiral
This poor man was trying to find out what he did wrong so the best he could do was to keep his distance, though he kept looking at you from the couch
You didn’t look at him the whole time!
“We’re good… right?” He asked slowly after 5 hours
You didn’t answer
Leon starts getting gentle…
And desperate
He started asking permission for everything
“Can I hold your hand?”
“Can I sit closer?”
“Is this okay?”
You didn’t reply to any of it 💀
But you were slowly dying on the inside - your heart couldn’t take it anymore! 🥺
“Leon, I’m so sorry.” You turned around, “I was playing a prank on you.”
You hugged him right away and Leon’s jaw dropped with disbelief
But he hugged you back right away, placing kisses on your head and your jawline
“Don’t do that again.” He pleaded
You nodded and you placed a kiss upon his lips
His arms tightened as for your revenge, you’re tackled with endless cuddles
Clothes start to slowly disappear from both your bodies 😚
You’re not escaping him for the rest of the night
𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃
Chris Redfield always took his missions seriously
He lost so many friends and comrades along the way to the point where he didn’t really care about his happiness anymore
He had been through so much that his soul was hardened and unbreakable, until you crossed paths with him
With you, he felt happier and safer as well 🥰
He was very busy these days and you were trying to get his attention until Claire suggested you to do something
It sounded mean but very tempting at the same time
“Hey…” Chris greeted you, his hand reaching out to stroke your hair
You flinched and your face shifted to a look of discomfort
You backed away
Chris noticed right away but he was more concerned than hurt
Who on earth hurt you?
He’ll make them pay 😤
“Woah there.” He tried to comfort you but you avoided his hand once more
He felt awful
“Did I scare you?” He asked softly
Now you felt awful
Chris became very patient despite being a physically affectionate person towards you
He was very touched starved as he yearned to feel your warmth and hold you in his arms but he held himself back
You needed space
He focused on showing his love in other ways
He’d bring you your favourite drink and snacks
He wiped your lips with a napkin
He stayed out of range but also not too far in case you hurt yourself
He places a blanket on you when you took a nap on the couch
Protective husband mode was on at maximum level and he’d do it as many times until you felt safe with him again 🥺
You were crumbling because Chris was so sweet
You were going to get Claire back
“It was a joke.” You finally broke and he gave you a death stare, “But in my defense, Claire was the one who told me to do it.”
He was silent and you got scared for real
“...You little shits.”
He started laughing, a loud and happy laugh, as he didn’t feel amused in a long time
You squeak when he grabs you and lifts you up effortlessly before he caught you in his warm bear hug
“Can you handle this?” He squeezed you tighter
You nodded as you snuggled into it and he gave a nice slap to your ass 😋
After sexy time, he held you tightly and never let you go for the rest of the night
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑
He was probably the most terrifying one out of all of them
You might as well say bye-bye to this world 🤪
He was rough, ruthless, and he always marked you as his but at the same time, it was clear he was entirely devoted and in love with you
You made a small prayer in your head before you decided to continue with your prank
Jack was stressed and he reached out towards you, hoping for some quality time together
However, you flinched from him and jumped a few feet back away from him
He took it personally 💀
His expression hardens
“...What the fuck was that?” He asked you with venom
He chased after you but you rushed off, making sure there was a good distance between you two
He catches up easily and he reached out towards you but you slapped his hand away 🫢
Your behaviour was rubbing him the wrong way and he’s not going to be soft about it
He started thinking someone had threatened you or planted fear in your head and his protective instincts spiked up hard
The more you avoided his touch, the more visibly irritated he got - not at you, but at the situation
He didn’t like to show weakness but he had no choice
“You’re scared of me now?”
You expected him to yell at you but his voice came out quieter than expected
And that finally broke you
Because behind his strong facade and all that arrogance and intimidation, he’s genuinely hurt 😩
“Oh baby, it was just a prank.” You confessed
He blinks
He continues to blink
Then he scoffed at you
“Jackass.” He muttered underneath his breath
In a single second, he grabbed your arm and yanked you into his chest, his arms holding you so tightly
He was secretly relieved but he wanted more
“You better start apologizing.” He demanded
You giggled and peppered his cheeks with kisses, before moving to his lips
He kissed you back but he was still not satisfied
“Cheap tactic.” He mumbled against your lips
His teeth traveled down your jawline and found your neck, biting into it, causing you to yelp
His hands found your shirt and he yanked it off harshly as he shot you a hungry look
“Get down on your knees.” 😜
𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀
Carlos was usually the one making you laugh and you always crumbled with his jokes
He lit up your entire world until a lightbulb lit up in your head and you wanted to tease him back
You also have game as well and you were excited to see his reaction
Carlos was SO offended
Not angry offended
Puppy offended 🐶
It happened when he made you laugh and he reached out to hold your hand, but you pulled it away before he could take it
He was confused and he tried to touch you once more but you flinched harshly, your eyes going wide to add more to the effect
He froze and made the most saddest expression you’ve ever seen 😔
Ouch
He was naturally touchy, flirty, and affectionate and being forced to hold himself back, it was painful
He was being dramatic but it still shot a dagger into your heart
“So you’re okay with a Carlos-less world?” He asked you
He started to be very awkward on keeping hands to himself
No arm around your shoulders, no playful nudges, no kisses
He even thought his hands were dirty!
This poor bloke washed his hands at least 50 times that day within two hours 💀
You were trying to keep up the act until you accidentally made eye-contact with him
He was looking at you and fidgeting around, almost as if he wants to lunge at you but is forcing himself not to
You were a terrible person 😡
“Carlos, honey…” You turned to him, “It’s just a prank. I’m only messing with you.”
The moment you said that, he gasped dramatically
He launched himself off the couch and immediately held you
“BABY.” He called you with adoration
You laughed out loud as he kissed your entire face, before moving down to worship your body as his hair tickled your skin
“I was suffering!” He cried out, “I thought you stopped liking me!”
He kissed you deeply
“I thought you were going to dump me!”
“I wanted to cry!” 🥺
He really did
You apologized and he wrapped around your body completely and somehow became even more clingier than before
Nonstop cuddles, cheek kisses, and of course… his most favourite-
Making you his the entire night
𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎
This flirty boy was going to be the death of you the moment you decided to play this cruel prank on him
Luis’ face lit up when he saw you jump down from above and he immediately opened his arms to hold you
Except you gave him a flinch
You turned your head and backed away from him, as if he was the bane of your existence 💀
He noticed right away but didn’t think too much of it
He thought it was cute that you’re teasing him
“Ay, cariño, am I really that scary?” He wiggled his eyebrows before he tried to touch you again
You do it again
And again
The humour fades each time as the air around you two slowly turned cold
Luis was naturally affectionate - always touching your waist when he passes by, brushing your hair out when it gets messing, and kissing your knuckles since you’re always working so hard
Having you avoid him like the plague hit him like a truck 🫠
The final time he reached for you, you flinched and he stops midair
“Oh.”
He choked out that word and you felt your heart hurt right away
How could you do this to him?
Luis tries to smile - he really does
Except his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and it lost his usual flare
His smile disappears all at once 😞
He starts to keep his distance in subtle ways - leaning against the opposite counter beside you, offering you things without touching you, and forcing his hands into his pocket so he won't accidentally reach for you
His flirtiness was finally gone
“Did I do something wrong?” He whined, “I would never hurt you, yes? Talk to me, princess.”
“I miss you.”
He sounded so sincere and you broke character
“Luis, it was simply a prank.” You told him, “I miss you too. That was too cruel.”
Luis blinks as he stared at you as he couldn’t believe it
He sighs dramatically and pulls you against him, hard
“You nearly killed me, love.” He sighed, “You are cruel, beautiful, yes… but very cruel. You’ll break a thousand men’s hearts.”
You laugh before you reach up to him and kissed him passionately
He held you tightly against him as he won’t let you escape anytime soon
Now every time you touch him, he’ll fake-gasp dramatically 🙄
𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐊
This man is defined by his cold, detached, and utterly professional personality but it all came crashing down when he met you
He usually has no regard for anyone, not even his own teammates but if someone were to look at you the wrong way, he’d eliminate them
Everytime he’s around you, he lets his walls down
So it’s like a betrayal to him once you decided to prank him
His gloved hand reached for your head and instead of you leaning towards him, you backed away
A teensy bit because a part of you felt bad 😭
But he still noticed
Years of surviving impossible situations made him an excellent observer to one’s reaction, including years
The room goes silent
“Did you think I was going to hurt you?”
His voice was low behind his mask but there was a roughness to it 🫣
You started to panic
“It’s just a joke.” You rambled quickly, “I didn’t mean it.”
Still, Hunk was staring at you with such intensity that it made you feel pinned down in place without him even touching you
He reached up once more - this time much slower in case you’re scared 🥺
His fingers brush your cheek with care, as if you’re a fragile being despite the fact he knows you’re not
You shivered when his thumb drags lightly along your skin
“You don’t flinch around anyone else.” He notes
He wasn’t accusing you and that somehow sounds worse
“I really am just teasing you.” You told him once more, “I shouldn’t have done it. It was stupid and ridiculous.”
He gave out a humourless chuckle 💀
“...You’re SO lucky I like you.”
Yeah, you really were or else you’d be laying in a puddle of your own blood now 🥴
Hunk somehow becomes more clingier, even if he denies it
Everytime you walk passed him, you’d feel his hand upon the curve of your back
He’d pull you close to his chest while sitting
He’d even tilt your chin up so you’re looking directly at him
One night, he removes his glove and his hand dived underneath your shirt, stroking your skin
You jolted at that sensation but he quickly brushed his knuckles over your cheek
“No more flinching.” He says quietly
You shivered and nodded
It was both an order and confession
𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆
This brilliant, charismatic, and sadistic engineer fell for your charm completely
You were the one person he wanted to be with forever and you were the light in his life, keeping him sane despite his deep disdain for Miranda
He was a very good lover and you were starting to regret everything
Heisenberg reached over to grab your waist and you jerked back as if you’re startled
You even stumbled and fell to the ground, your hip hitting the side of the table and you knew a new bruise was forming on your skin
Heisenberg freezes right away and he quickly went over to help you
You denied his help 💀
You still needed to be in character!
“Woah, sweetheart, you alright? What the hell was that?” He asked you worriedly
Did he upset you?
He made sure to remember all the important dates
He also made sure to not eat the last piece of cake 👏🏻
The way you’re looking and acting towards him bothered him genuinely and his expression shifts to something serious
You could feel your act faltering
“Hey,” He says softly, “I’d never put my hands on you like that.”
Now you felt like the biggest scumbag on earth
“Oh honey, I was just pranking you.” You slowly got up, wincing.
You regretted it immensely as not only did you hurt him, you’re also going to have to deal with a bruise for a week
Serves you right 😗
Heisenberg grabs you right away and he pulled you into his chest
His hand reached to slowly massage your forming bruise, in which you let out a sweet sound
His beard brushes your forehead and you felt safe the moment his scruffy chin landed on your head
“Got me over here having a heart attack.” He muttered, “I thought I was going to have to kill someone for you, sweetheart.”
You held him tighter
His hand was rubbing circles around your skin when he suddenly pinched it, causing you to yelp
“Don’t do that again.” He whispered into your ear, his voice changing, “Or else your whole body will be covered in bruises.”
You nodded
But now he just had a new idea with what to do with you next as he threw you onto the couch and went on top of you
His hand landed on your thigh and he squeezed it, making you blush
“Now sweetheart, that’s a good look on your face.” He leaned in closer
“We’re going to have a great time together.” ♥️
𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐎
Out of everyone, he reacted the quietest and it somehow makes it hit harder
Mystery was the best way to describe him and despite being in a relationship with him, there were still many things you didn’t know about him
But a part of you was curious so you thought it’d be fun to prank him since he’s always so serious
You thought wrong 💀
Zeno reached out to take your hand but you flinched away from his touch
His expression barely changes but his hand retracts immediately
He looks at you up and down, before he circled around you, trying to assess if there was anything wrong with you
He also admired your ass too- 😉
“You dislike my touch?” He asked out slowly
His voice was calm which made you felt awful right away
Zeno doesn’t take things lightly as every action calls for his utmost attention, especially when it comes from you
He knew everything about you, memorized your habits, your moods, the way your breathing changes, and how your body melts against his
So this reaction of yours unsettles him deeply
“It’s nothing.” You waved it off, but he keeps analyzing you
“You recoiled before thinking.” He blew out a smoke, “That reaction is instinctive.”
Oh no
He’s losing his mind internally
He’s losing his composure now
“It’s just a prank.” You finally confessed, feeling terrible, “It’s supposed to be funny but I guess I went too far. Forgive me.”
He goes completely still before he steps closer
One hand gently cups the side of your neck
“You enjoy provoking me.”
His thumb strokes beneath your jaw while he held your gaze, as you felt your stomach flip many times
“I do not appreciate jokes like that.” He spat
Despite his harsh voice, there’s hurt beneath it
You felt terrible as you quickly brought your arms around him
Zeno somehow becomes even more possessive after that
Every single time he’s with you, he has to make sure his hand is touching a part of your body
Fingers holding yours, hands on your thigh, arm around your waist, you leaning against his shoulder… everything 🤭
When it comes to sexy time, this man goes all out, making you know who you belong to and to put you in place
When you curled up against him in bed, he pressed a kiss on your forehead
“Next time you want my attention, ask for it directly.”
𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆
Ada was an expert at playing with one’s emotions as one second, she was head heels over for you, and the next, you were some random pet she decided to toy with
You didn’t know what her true intentions were and honestly, you were getting kind of sick of it
It was payback time 😏
She was supposed to meet you tonight and of course, she’s late as always
Too bad for her you weren’t going to be too nice tonight
“I’m sorry I’m late. Work caught me.” Ada stated as she walked into the room
She sat down next to you but you made no response to answer her
“Let me make it up to you.” She whispered huskily
She reached up to hold you but you backed away
She noticed but she pretended she didn’t as she tried once more but you reacted more violently this time, flinching before standing up to walk away
She didn’t show it but her heart dropped
She’s spiraling in endless circles 😶🌫️
Ada thought she wouldn’t be too emotionally invested in you but the way you recoiled from her touch hits deeper than she’d like to admit
But she didn’t break
“Silence treatment, huh?” She crossed her arms, “Fine by me.”
Though she’s watching you like a hawk
You felt terrible but Ada felt as if her entire world was breaking down
She sighed and for once, she decided to confront you about her true feelings towards you and that you were someone important to her
“Look…” She knelt down beside you, “If this is about our thing, I do take it seriously, (Name). I think of you a lot even though it doesn’t seem this way.”
“I care about you.” 🥺
She wanted to hold your hand but she knew you were processing her words
You felt more terrible
You gave in
“It’s a prank.” You told her finally, “I’m just teasing you, Ada.”
She blinked and raised one eyebrow
“You care about me?” You added another question
If this was your prank, it was a genius prank 😈
“You are so insufferable." She gave a frustrated grunt but for the first time, you saw her cheeks turning red
“I knew it was a prank.” Ada then added
She did not
But she liked the feeling of always being ten steps ahead of you
She took a finger under your chin and lifted your head
“Careful now, don’t think you’re off the hook.” She muttered softly 🤭
With that, she kissed you deeply
𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄
Jill was basically your partner in crime and you two were inseparable
When S.T.A.R.S. fell and Chris going to Europe and Barry moving to Canada, Jill and you somehow became even closer if that was possible
She loved teasing you and you wanted to do it back to her and you finally thought of something
Jill reached out to touch your shoulder but you flinched 🫢
She stopped for a second and she thought she miss-saw things
She tried again and you flinched once more, moving away from her
Jill reacted with immediate concern and her face softens
“Oh… hey, hey.” She tried to comfort you, “It’s okay.”
Jill gave you space instantly but she made it known she was still emotionally close to you, as she watched you carefully from behind
Your reactions stunned her and she couldn’t help but blame herself, as the only reason why you were acting like this was because she did something wrong
Though she didn’t openly show it
“Did something happen?” She asked softly.
You shook her head
“Do you want to talk about it?”
No response
Jill took a deep breath before she asked the question she was dreading
“Do you want me to stop touching you?”
“You want to get away from me?” 😭
Now the guilt was eating you up because Jill was so understanding and kind
Despite your silence, she'd still take care of you
Blankets, tea, snacks, and she even went out to purchase your favourite book that you were hoping to buy
You couldn’t take it anymore
“Jill, I’m so sorry. It’s only a prank.” You broke your facade and stared at her
Jill’s face goes from worried to offended in less than a second
Her jaw dropped
“You were messing with me?”
You nodded with shame
She burst out laughing as the moment she did, her annoyance disappeared
“Thank goodness. I thought my face scared you off or something.”
She pulls you into a hug and you gladly returned it, apologizing to her over and over again
She gave you a squeeze
“You’re lucky I love you.” 🥰
Just to reassure herself, she placed a bunch of kisses on your forehead, fearing that she’d lose you for good
Don’t do that to her again 😡
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃
Claire and yourself were forming a close bond faster than ever and it was only about time when one of you confessed your feeling to each other
It was a new relationship and there was so many excitement and possibilities of you two together for the future
Until you decided to play dirty 😏
Claire really wanted to kiss you since you guys have been together for some time now but the reaction she got was not the one she wanted
You flinched and gasped, making Claire stopped
She panicked right away, thinking she broke your trust and boundaries 🥺
She should’ve asked first!
“I’m so sorry - was that too sudden?” She asked you
She became very cautious afterwards, trying to not drive you away and it was killing her on the inside
You felt awful because you also wanted to kiss her but at the same time, you didn’t want this prank to stop
Claire was a very warm person and now seeing her sad face genuinely upset you
You started to reach out for her on instinct but you pulled back
She noticed
“Now you’re okay?” She asked suspiciously
You felt awful 😰
“It’s just a prank, Claire.” You assured her right away, “I didn’t mean it before. I just wanted to mess with you and I took it too far”
Claire stared at you with a betrayed expression
“You are SO mean.” She sighed
But she tackles you into a hug
“I was literally going to piss my pants.” Claire breathed into your neck
You both end up laughing and you two finally share a deep kiss
The moment she pulled away, she smirked
“You’re buying my food as emotional compensation.” She cackled
She began to list other things
“And cuddles.”
“And extra kisses.”
You couldn’t help but give in and agree as you guys went to the nearest grocery store to stack on Claire’s favourite snacks
She suffered for your amusement 💃
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☆ Hey everyone! I wanted to post something sooner but I didn't have the chance because of my schedule. I just want to say thank you so much for over 1,000 followers! I really wanted to try this trope and I haven't made hcs for RE characters yet so here it is. Forgive me if some characters are OFC, I haven't played most of the games. The only character I know with my eyes closed is Wesker-
sum; Chris was never one to give into his needs, especially not his need for a lover. He was afraid it'd be useless and it wouldn't last for one reason or another. Claire thought otherwise, so she took it upon herself to fix that for him. Upon being forced into dating apps, you find him, and sparks fly.
content; age difference (Chris is around 40-ish, reader is mid to late 20s), dating apps, Chris has a German Shepard bc I said so, Chris is a gentleman, very very brief Cleon mentions (i love them so bad guys), fluff, eventual smut, protected sex, fingering,
wc; 11.7k
a/n; a longer piece for Chris bc oh boy has he been on my mind 🤤
Chris hated the idea of dating apps. He thought they were absolutely foolish. He was old-fashioned, in that sense. He preferred meeting naturally, in person, at work, or at a common coffee shop, etc. He didn't shame those who used apps, but he refused for himself.
Until Claire forced him into the dating pool. Claire downloaded some stupid app on his phone and set up an entire profile within the 20 minutes he was finishing their dinner for their weekly get-together with Leon and Jill. Chris didn't find out about the app until the next morning when he woke up to an unusual number of notifications. He immediately thought he was late for work or he'd missed a huge meeting or—
'Hey, Sexyyy😋'
sent 1:04 a.m.
The first message read. He blinked, eyes refocusing. "Eh?" He grunted, scrolling through.
'Helloooo, sailor 😍😍'
received 3:00 a.m.
'What are you looking for on here?'
received 4:53 a.m.
'Let's meet up?'
received 5:12 a.m.
'Wowowow🤤'
received 6:01 a.m.
The notifications kept going, all vulgar or objectifying him in some way. Never in his life had he been objectified directly.
"What the fuck is going on?" He groaned. He unlocked his phone and found the app. Bumble? Seriously?!
He swiped the notifications and clicked his way to call Claire. He called her four times to get her to pick up.
"Claire Redfield." He started, rough with exhaustion.
"Good morning to you, too, Chris." She barely squeaked, yawning. Chris could hear her shuffling around to get comfortable, followed by giggles, likely caused by Leon.
"Why is Bubble on my phone?"
"Bumble?"
"Whatever. Bumble. Why is it on my phone?!"
"Because you're lonely, and you need a girlfriend. Please, just give it a try! If it doesn't work, I'll do all your paperwork for three months."
"That's not allowed, Claire." He puffed.
"Then I'll do your laundry for three months. Your nasty laundry." She shuddered at the thought.
"I told you I'm not into the apps." Claire could hear the frown on his face.
"If it doesn't work, I'll admit defeat and set you up with someone in person. But just try it, please? Just for a couple of weeks." She persisted.
Chris had a soft spot for Claire's urgency. He trusted her. He had to trust his little sister. He sighed. "Fine. If it doesn't work, you're buying our next get-together dinner." He huffed.
"Deal."
"Now hurry up and get out of bed. You're gonna be late for work." Chris reminded her. She groaned.
"See ya." She shuffled out of bed.
"Be safe."
"You, too."
Beeping filled his ear as Claire hung up. Chris huffed as he got out of bed and readied himself for work. A quick shower, lazy effort at breakfast, bad coffee, and his usual briefcase he'd drag to work when he wasn't on a mission or training.
Chris ignored the app for two days. The flood of notifications slowed but didn't stop. On day three, he gave in. 60% of it was young girls who just wanted sex, 10% were men whom he wasn't all that interested in, 15% was men and women his age who gave strong vibes of gold diggers or toxic lovers, and the rest were bad profiles or weirdly robotic greetings that gave him an uncomfortable gut feeling.
He responded to only a few, one of those being you. A younger girl with the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, the most gorgeous hair, and a profile that really gave him a good grasp on who you might be. He noticed how rare it was to find a good, full profile on this godforsaken app.
'Hello! How are you? I hope this doesn't sound odd, but do you go to the 48 hour gym on Kippler and 6th? You look so familiar, I just can't place it, and you seem to work out.'
received 11:06 a.m.
He raised a brow. That was one of the only decent starters he had come across yet. He was still unwilling. He clicked your profile again, head tilting. He leaned over his kitchen counter, scrolling mindlessly along your photos and text boxes. You truly were beautiful, he couldn't deny. Your profile gave you an air of confidence, despite how he hadn't even responded to you yet. He was at a conflict—you seemed lovely, but could he ignore the age gap? You were likely just finishing college, at best.
He sucked it up and texted back. He took Claire's advice and let himself take a risk for once. If you weren't into him even slightly, why would you have texted?
'Hello. I'm doing quite alright. It's not odd at all, but no, I don't go to public gyms. Working out is part of my job and routine at home.'
sent 8:11 p.m.
It was dry, maybe too blunt of a text that gave away his age and hatred for texting. He double texted.
'If you figure out why I'm familiar, I'd love to know. They say that the human brain can't make up faces, nor completely forget the ones they've seen. Maybe it's a subconscious memory.'
sent 8:12 p.m.
Chris wasn't sure if that was boring to say. He tilted his head at his own text, but he shrugged and turned away as he set his phone down and returned his attention to the bowl of leftovers he was in the middle of warming up for a poor effort at a decent dinner, despite his exhaustion.
An hour later, his phone dinged just as he was exiting the shower, toweling his hair dry.
'Really? That's a pretty interesting fact! I'm honestly not sure why you're familiar. What part of town are you in? Maybe I've seen you at the store? A coffee shop?'
received 9:15 p.m.
Another ding.
'Can I ask what you do for work? No push, though!'
received 9:15 p.m.
The text felt welcoming, smooth, something he appreciated. He waited a moment, turning eventually to respond.
'I visit the coffee shop on 3rd often. It's close to me, on my way to work.'
sent 9:17 p.m.
'Forgive me, but I prefer to avoid work conversation. It's tiring.'
sent 9:18 p.m.
Your response came through much faster than before, so he assumed you must have just gotten home or finished being busy.
'The one across from Fauna's Flowers? I think it's called Connie's Coffee, or something. I love that one! I visit it every now and then, but I've been trying to cut the coffee intake. And of course, it's no worries. Work isn't always a fun topic for all of us :)'
received 9:18 p.m.
Chris found himself huffing a small laugh at your tone over text. Excited about the flower shop and the cafe, both of which had silly, cliche names. Your first thing in common—a cute cafe. He liked that thought.
'My sister recently encouraged me to drink tea instead. The coffee shop has tea, as well. It's decent, though I think I make it better.'
sent 9:19 p.m.
'Oh, do you? What kind of tea?'
received 9:21 p.m.
'Lemon or chamomile, most times. Sometimes, I'll make the sleepy time tea for bad nights.'
sent 9:23 p.m.
'Maybe I could try your tea one day :) I'm not big on it myself, but I'm willing to try anything. I had a roommate a year or two back who drank tea like it was her religion, so I know the good and bad brands.'
received 9:30 p.m.
The conversation slipped back and forth, smooth and clear, friendly and light. There was no pressure. Chris almost felt bad for having to end the conversation so he could sleep for work the next morning. He sighed as you two said goodnight, rolling over and falling asleep relatively easily.
The only other conversation he had on that app ended within a day when he declined a woman's offer for a hookup. Now, you were the only reason he had the app. Nothing developed yet, just the initial conversations to get into the groove of talking to a new person. Chris held low expectations for you, never getting excited about anything, even if he knew he enjoyed the conversations.
You were overjoyed that he was so consistently engaged in your conversations when he wasn't busy. You two often messaged early in the mornings or late evening into the darkening night. You learned about Chris' sister, his job at the BSAA—although vaguely detailed—, his favorite foods, the way he liked his coffee, the reason his last relationship ended, his dog he recently adopted that was shown in one of his profile photos, and so much more. He learned about you, as well, making a mental note of everything he could.
Your favorite restaurants, favorite foods, your hobbies, details about your family and your cat, and more he kept at the back of his head. You two switched off of the app and texted over regular messages after two weeks, when Chris started to feel okay with the developments. He deleted the app three weeks in. Claire knew none of this yet. He didn't care to give her reasons to be smug while he, for once in his seemingly miserable life, enjoyed himself.
After hitting a full month of talking over text and phone calls, Chris found the time and energy to make plans with you. He regretted not getting to meet you sooner, but each time he apologized for his lack of time, you always reminded him that you had no rush. Chris hoped—one day—he'd be as eased as you about letting time pass so easily, being okay with letting days go by with nothing happening. Maybe he'd learn it from you, he found himself hoping.
'It's a lot of fun talking to you. I'd like to have you over for dinner on Saturday, 4 p.m.'
sent 6:30 p.m.
Chris had already memorized your schedule by the vague details you'd given him, so he chose Saturday since you both had the entire day off and you mentioned Sunday was your errands day.
'I'd love to have dinner! What should I bring with me? I haaate showing up empty handed :('
received 6:31 p.m.
'Just bring yourself, make sure you're comfortable, too.'
sent 6:36 p.m.
'Are you sure, Chris? I can bring wine, or dessert. Or I could help you cook.'
received 6:37 p.m.
'No, it's quite alright. I'd like to do this for you. 4 p.m., Saturday, here's my address.'
sent 6:45 p.m.
He sent over his address, and his firm stance on doing all the work made you giggle. You knew it wasn't a lot, especially by today's standards, but it made your heart swell that this guy was being so kind. You'd learned he was a little messed up, unaware of the details, but aware enough due to the few phone calls you had with him, late enough to where he'd started babbling from exhaustion as the clock ticked closer to midnight, yet he denied your offers to end the call as he went on about how it was nice to listen to you, even if you were in and out of consciousness on your end of the call.
You two had one more phone call on Friday night. He stayed muted while you showered, and you two talked as you got ready for bed and went through your routine. You talked about music, food, animals, past experiences. So much seemed to spill out between you two, effortless and soft, and steady for Chris, who'd become accustomed to the wobbles and jolts of his job, all too used to the risk of losing someone or having to give something up for the sake of his work.
"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Is that too forward to say?" His voice rumbled through the speaker, and you could tell he was getting tired already, at only 9 p.m.
"No, of course not. I'm excited! It's been so fun talking to you, I haven't even looked at that silly app since we started chatting." You told him, honest and warm.
"I deleted it last week. I found no reason to keep it once I got your number." He chuckled.
"Aw, really?" You asked, Chris could hear the smile on your face.
"Yes. Everyone else was... unsettling, to say the least."
"God, you're telling me! No matter the time or place, men are animals. No offense, but yeesh, the number of guys I had that sent me random nudes... eugh." You mimicked a gag, to which he let out a louder laugh. "They weren't even visually appealing." You added, hardly audible to him.
He chuckled faintly. "I saw my fair share of unsolicited naked photos. And I was only on there for two weeks or so."
"Maybe women are animals, too. Or maybe they're just animals because of you." You giggled.
"You flatter me," he mused. He'd grown to accept your flirtatious compliments and jokes, sometimes even returning them with his own. You learned that, despite his age and closed-off attitude, he was quite the flirt.
"I mean it, though. I really am excited for tomorrow. It means the world that you're inviting me over." Your voice softened.
"It's the least I can do for a first date. I'd take you out, but.."
"I don't need to be taken out, silly. A home-cooked meal is more than any guys given me before." You scoffed a small laugh. "Besides, it's our first date. I think staying in is a good test for a first date, and it's more intimate."
"You've not been cooked for?" You heard him shift, likely sitting upright in bed.
"Uh.. no," you laughed. "I usually do the cooking. It's how I've grown to show care, besides physical affection, but I can't really get physical on a good first date." You explained. Chris could hear you shuffling around your apartment, phone pressed between your shoulder and your ear as he listened to the ruffling of fabric, wondering if you were getting dressed or crawling into bed. He shook his head.
"All more the reason I'll cook. I hardly ever get to cook for anyone who isn't my sister and our two friends." He said. He didn't want to dwell on your poor treatment that you'd already vaguely mentioned on previous calls.
"I can't wait to be the new addition." You said, unaware of how permanent and intimate those words sounded to him. The phone went quiet, only for a moment, Chris processing the implications and possibilities. You clearly didn't hear it yourself, so he tried not to stick to it.
"I think you'll be a good addition. You and Jill would get along quite well, I think." His voice softened just a touch, and you could hear him lie back down.
"Jill, huh? Maybe. She sounds nice, from your stories." You mused.
Chris gave a low hum, head shifting against the fabric of his pillow as he listened intently to your soft breathing as you found the silence as an opportunity to regulate your breathing after how you'd been running around your apartment for the last two hours while you called him.
"Are you laying down?" He broke the soft silence.
"Mhmm. Are you?" You hummed back.
"Yeah. I was waiting for you to get comfortable before we said goodnight."
"You don't have to wait. I take way too long." You giggled, touched by his kindness to wait despite how sleepy he sounded.
"I want to wait. I like talking with you."
"I like talking with you, too, Chris." You curled up, exhaling deeply as your muscles finally released the tension of the day. "Is it weird that I don't feel like hanging up yet?" You asked, quieter as he heard the click of your bedside lamp darkening.
"No. Not at all." He murmured.
"Is it okay if I don't?" You sounded smaller, almost shy to ask.
"Yeah, of course."
"Promise?"
"Promise." He chuckled, sleep lacing the deep sound.
"Goodnight, Chris." You breathed, and Chris relished in the sound. Soft, slow, allowing himself to relax at the knowledge of your comfort on the other end of the call.
"Goodnight." He murmured back, eyes falling shut as he kept the phone on speaker next to his head. You were both quick to sleep, soft breathing and shuffling of sheets and blankets heard in the comfortable, meaningful silence.
You woke up the next morning around 9 a.m., Chris having hung up. He texted an apology.
'I wasn't going to hang up, but I had to run to Claire's for a small emergency. Call you when I'm home?'
sent 5:00 a.m.
'Is Claire alright? Call me when you've got the time, I can wait.'
received 9:46 a.m.
It was noon by the time Chris responded, and you were eating lunch on your couch when you heard your phone rang across the living room. You stood, padding across the hardwood floor. Chris was calling. You swiped the green button, putting him on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sorry about this morning." He huffed.
"It's okay. Is everything alright?" You asked, coming back to the couch.
"Yes. Claire had a rather... upsetting morning, and Leon hasn't been home in days due to a mission, so she just needed some help."
"She's okay now?"
"Yes. She's alright." He sighed, like he was also confirming it to himself.
"I'm glad. Are you alright? You sound exhausted." He could hear the frown in your face.
"I'm okay, just tired. But I have things to do. I just wanted to call you like I said I would. Are you still good to come over tonight?"
"Yes, absolutely. I'm actually just about to shower, and I'll be getting ready soon after that."
"Perfect. I'm.. I'm excited." It sounded clunky coming from him, talking with such an enthusiastic wording.
You giggled. "I'm excited, too. I'll see you tonight?"
"See you tonight. Be careful on the way here, it'll be starting rush hour." He reminded you.
"Got it."
"Goodbye."
"Bye-bye!"
Chris hung up, and you both went on about your day. Chris spent the day tidying his organized mess, doing laundry, and preparing the house for your date. You spent your day similarly, though instead of cleaning, you spent an entire hour before leaving, just picking an outfit. You listened, going for comfortable yet presentable. You couldn't decide on a shirt. The tube top screamed eager, the t-shirt screamed lazy and sleepy, sweats screamed pajamas, the shorts screamed easy. You had to call two different friends to settle on a simple tank top with a nice pair of jeans. The tank top had lace around the hem, a small scrunch of fabric beneath a cute bow at the center of your chest. You fixed your hair and hung up the phone before texting Chris.
'I'm leaving now!'
received 3:45 p.m.
He replied with a simple thumbs up. Another thing that he did—always giving away his age with how he texted. It made you laugh.
It was only a ten minute drive, just enough time to blast your music and ignore all of your anxiety leading up to the moment you knocked on his door. It was a little chilly, and you hadn't brought a jacket. You cursed the weather as you shivered on his porch, shaking from anxiety and hoping you could shrug it off as being cold. Chris came to the door moments later, rag in hand as he peeked out and opened the door fully.
"Hi." You greeted. Chris ushered you inside, taking note of the goosebumps along your arms.
"Hi." He chuckled lightly at your shy greeting, closing the door behind you. "Sorry that took a moment, I had to turn the burners off so the food didn't burn."
"No, it's okay. I would've waited way longer than that." You shrugged it off, looking around. Out of the many guys you'd been on dates with in the last two years, Chris was one of the few who lived alone and in his own home.
"You can set your purse anywhere. Food is just about ready. You can make yourself comfortable anywhere."
Just as Chris was turning to walk off, he was greeted by his large dog marching down the stairs, shaking his head from the nap he was taking.
"Hi, Buddy." He greeted the dog with a wide grin, crouching down. The dog spotted you a foot or two behind Chris, sniffing the air. "This is Buddy."
"He's friendly?"
"Very." Chris assured you, gesturing you to join him in his crouch. "He's never bit a welcomed guest, but he might be a little obsessive with the sniffing."
You crouched beside Chris, holding a hand out for Buddy, the dog, to sniff. "I think he smells my cat." You laughed, watching the dog sniff up your arms and towards your chest and torso, then down to your ankles, where your cat had been rubbing at your jeans.
"He's a good dog. Before I adopted him, he was training to be a K-9 dog for the local police station."
"Yeah? Why did he have to stop?"
"They didn't need him by the time he was about to be done, is that I was told. Doesn't seem true or valid, but he's a good boy."
"He's a very good boy. Most dogs aren't this sweet to complete strangers." You giggled as the dog pushed you onto your butt, nuzzling into your chest. You responded with thourough scratching behind his ears and under his chin.
"I'll leave you two while I finish the food." Chris chuckled, leaning in to pat the dogs head as he rose to his feet.
You remained on the floor for five minutes, taking in the surroundings while the dog got a feel for you and your personality. He didn't seem too alarmed or threatened by the cat scent, but he definitely liked to lick. You weren't used to that, being a cat owner. You snickered each time. Chris had a lovely home, you noticed. Weak on the decor, but it was his, nonetheless. Tidy, organized in his own manner, bits and pieces of him left along the house like his keys that sat on the door-side table with a keychain from Jill, his work boots, freshly washed and waiting to be used at the door, the small photo frames around the living room of photos of him and Claire or him and Leon or Jill, some consisting of the full group.
It was homey, very much his. You liked that. It smelled great, even beneath the strong scent of spices and meat cooking in the kitchen. Clean, but like he'd recently sprayed cologne or showered in the last hour. A woodsy smell lingered where he'd been next to you, spicy yet smooth, perfectly calculated in his spritz.
Chris came back, reaching a hand out to help you up from the dog. "Stay, Buddy." He demanded softly, and the dog listened, prancing to the couch and laying in the dog bed next to it. He led you to the small dining area in the kitchen, pulling your chair out for you and pushing it in once you sat. You looked down at the food, the sight mouthwatering as you took it in. Lemon pepper chicken with a side of thick-cut potato wedges with a butt load of spices and seasonings.
"This looks amazing." You complimented, eyes tracking him as he crossed the round table to sit across from you.
"I hope your tastebuds agree with your eyes."
"I bet they will." You hummed. He waited, taking a sip of his water as you stabbed a bite of chicken onto your fork and tried it. He wasn't a bad cook, but he tended to get nervous with new people trying his food.
You nodded, swallowing the bite. "This is really good. I don't think I've ever had chicken this good." You could see the relaxation in his face as he breathed out and took a bite on his own.
"I'm happy you like it. I wasn't sure what to make, but you said you liked chicken, so.." he trailed off, taking a sip of his water. "There's some brownies in the oven, as well, if you'd like some later. Claire came over to help me bake them."
"Mmh, I can't wait." You smiled, cheeks slightly puffed out due to the food you were chewing now.
Dinner went well. It was not nearly as scary as you both thought it was going to be. Chris felt more relaxed with you across the table, but he didn't dare mention it yet, unwilling to verbally attach too soon. Unknown to him, you felt it, too. A comfort and ease throughout dinner. Maybe it was the fact that all you two had done was call, but he was more charming in person. He cracked quite a few cheesy jokes and even threw out a bad attempt at flirting that made you howl with laughter, only to counter it with an even worse flirt. It was much harder to be flirty in person without the option to hang up or mute yourself if you said something too dumb or too flirty.
"Let me see your plate, I'll deal with them." You said, leaving no room for him to argue. He hesitated, but he accepted your demand. You dealt with the plates while he grabbed you two a brownie to split, finding his way to the couch with you trailing behind him. Buddy found his way to lay at Chris' feet on the floor, a low 'gruff' being heard as he plopped into the floor and went right back to sleep. The dog made you giggle.
"Do you want to watch something?" He asked, reaching for the remote.
"If you want to." You said, nodding.
"We can keep talking. I don't mind, truly."
"Let's find a movie first, and if it's boring, we can keep talking." You compromised, to which he smiled at. He stood up and walked over to his DVD shelf, listing off the ones he wanted.
"You ever seen The Terminator?" He asked, peeking over his shoulder.
"The what?" You raised a brow, head tilted.
"The Terminator. With Arnold Schwarzenegger? Yknow," he paused, "I'll be back." He said, mimicking the iconic accent and phrase from the old movie. You cackled at the bad impression, head thrown back in a fit of giggles. "Hey, I'm serious!" He laughed, contradicting his own words. "You've never seen it?"
"No!" You snorted, gasping between giggles. "That's something my dad used to watch when he was younger, but I never watched it myself." You shook your head, fighting off the giggle fit.
"Fuck, I forgot how young you are." He chuckled, but as he turned his back, you saw the small slouch in his shoulders.
"Let's watch it. You like it, don't you?" You proposed.
"I do, but I don't want to bore you with old 80s movies."
"You're not boring me, Chris." You stood up, hand brushing his as you came to his side and looked for the DVD. "Put it in." You said, handing him the disc. "The disc. Put the disc in." You immediately added, your own cheeks warming at your poor wording.
Chris snickered. "If you insist." He joked.
"I do insist." You smiled wide, all teeth and pride. He listened, putting the disc into the DVD player as you went back to sit down and get comfortable.
Chris pressed play and found his spot next to you, sitting close but not close enough to have things feel too quick for either of you. Neither of you thought that the other wanted to touch. Not in a sexual way, not yet. Chris merely wished to have you lean against him. You wished to lay your legs over his lap and get comfortable. Neither of you moved, though. Which was good because Buddy crawled up and laid across your laps, his head in yours with his butt over Chris' thighs, tail resting curled against his leg.
The movie itself was good. Chris had to explain a few things, clear up some of the lore, and before he knew it, you were asking to watch the second one.
"We have to watch the second one! We can't just watch one of a franchise and move on." You insisted, gently lifting Buddy's head from your lap so you could scurry to check his DVDs. "It's only 7 p.m., do you have time to watch the next one?" You asked, realizing that you didn't fully know what he had to do the next day.
"Of course. Pop it in, I'll refill our waters." He said, patting Buddy to get him to crawl into your spot. He retrieved more water from the kitchen, returning to find you standing at the couch, next movie already playing. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking at the couch.
"I'm not sure there's room with Buddy. I don't wanna wake the baby." You said, pointing to the dog, who was still absolutely slumped, curled into your previous spot.
"That's okay. I'll sit on the floor." He gestured for you to take the couch.
"What? No way."
"Do you want to squeeze?" He raised a brow, setting your water glasses down. "I'm not exactly small, in case you haven't noticed."
Oh, you definitely noticed. Noticed it perfectly the moment he opened the door and you squeezed in past him, arm brushing his. You swallowed. "We'll squeeze." You said. "Sit, get comfortable." You demanded.
He laughed. He wouldn't have agreed if he thought you'd actually find a food position. He sat down, amused by your stubbornness and refusal to let him sit on the ground. His arm laid over the back of the couch, fingers tapping. You shifted carefully to squeeze between Buddy and Chris, pressed right up against Chris' side, legs leaning onto his. He subconsciously eased, arm falling over your shoulder.
"Are you comfortable?" He asked softly.
"Mhmm. You're warm." You murmured, hiding your face by looking down to pretend to check your phone. Chris didn't say anything else as you two turned to watch the movie. It was a comfortable switch. Buddy circled around and laid against you, pressing you closer. After you let go of your anxiety, you let your arm relax over his waist, head falling properly onto his shoulder. Chris' thumb absently soothed over the soft skin of your shoulder.
Chris found it funny when he looked down, just as the movie reached its peak, to find you fully asleep. You were drooling onto his t-shirt, curled into his hold. He shifted, letting you lay more comfortably over his chest as he turned the TV down with the remote. Buddy yawned, finally rising from the couch to scamper off to get water, claws clacking against the hardwood floor.
An hour passed, movie long forgotten as Chris laid beneath you, watching the clock. Just after 9 p.m., not too late, he thought. It ticked closer to 9:30 when you finally shifted, your phone ringing on the coffee table. You sat upright, inhaling deeply.
"Shit. I'm so sorry." You yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you looked at your phone. Just one of your friends. You let it go to voice-mail.
"No, don't apologize. I don't mind." He shook his head.
"I really didn't mean to fall asleep. We can rewatch the movie. I'm.. fuck, sorry." You breathed, hands rubbing at your face. He reached out, fixing your shirt to cover your lower belly as he sat upright.
"Don't apologize." He repeated, firm and unwavering. "Everyone needs a little rest. You deserve to relax."
"But I—" you frowned. "It's our first date. It feels mean that I fell asleep."
"It feels like you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down tonight. I'm not offended one bit." He reassured you, watching you fix your hair with another yawn. You checked the time.
"I guess that means I should get going." You mumbled.
"Probably. It's not safe to drive too late, especially if you're too tired." He advised, rising from the couch. He reached and handed you your half full water glass. You accepted it, taking a sip to satisfy your dry mouth.
You watched him return the glasses to the kitchen as you retrieved your purse. Standing by the door, you crouched down to put your shoes on, Buddy came to nudge you for more attention. He could tell you were leaving. He whined.
"Oh, baby," you cooed at the dog. "What'cha cryin' for?" You spoke to the dog like it was an actual baby, and Chris laughed at the sight and sound of your baby talk. Buddy gave a cry.
"He likes you." Chris said, tapping his thigh to get Buddy to leave you be. Buddy gave you one more lick at your hand before he padded away, curling up where you'd been sitting on the couch.
"I'm glad he does. He's a sweet dog." You looked up at Chris as he approached and opened the door, towering over you. You swallowed harshly, cheeks warming as you subconsciously took in his height and muscle, reminding yourself of how big he was. His cologne wafted subtly past you, and you had to bite back a grin from how good it smelled. You struggled with liking men's scents, but whatever Chris wore was perfect. Woodsy, natural, with a touch of... vanilla? Oh, he knew how to pick a scent. Maybe the vanilla was that lotion you saw him use on his hands after dinner. You wondered just how he smelled so right.
"I'm glad you came over tonight." He said quietly as you two stepped onto his porch. The cold night air bit at you, and he tensed. "Wait a second." He stepped back inside, looking around before he grabbed a zip-up jacket from the back of the front door. He handed it to you. "Here, borrow this." He said, placing it over your shoulders.
"Are you sure? I-i don't need it. I'll be in the car in a second.." you looked up at him.
"I'm sure. You can bring it back next time." He said, lips curling into a kind smile.
"Next time?" Your lips stretched into a wide grin. "You want another date?"
"I do. Do you?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do." You nodded, eager and unashamed of your excitement.
"Good. I'll call you in the morning, then. Let's get you to the car." He said, leading you down the sidewalk to your car at the curb.
You stood for a moment, car beeping with the unlock button. You looked up at him again. "I had fun tonight." You said.
"I did, too."
"Call me tomorrow?" You asked, seeking confirmation.
"Of course." He smiled.
You leaned up, lips pressing to his stubbled cheek. "Thank you, Chris." You whispered. He looped an arm around your waist, offering a hug. He would've returned the kind kiss, but he didn't want to push his luck.
"Goodnight." He hummed.
He pulled back first, watching you get into the car and waiting for you to leave before he went back inside. Buddy came to his side.
"She's great, isn't she?" Chris grinned. Buddy gave a sharp yip, a noise of eager agreement. "Yeah, Bud, I know. She's... somethin'." He breathed, finding his way to his bedroom.
Things only went uphill for you two. They remained slow, innocent, and hopeful. Over three months, Chris either took you out or had you at his place as often as his schedule and energy would allow. Every date with you made him happier. For once, he didn't fear loss. He feared nothing with you next to him. You two barely started goodbye kisses at the end of two months, Chris' excuse being that he wanted to make sure you two were mentally and emotionally equal before anything physical outside of cuddling or hand holding or hugging. His slow pace made you giggle, gave you a special jump in your heart every time he reassured you that he wasn't being slow out of dislike, but out of need for certainty.
The first time Chris spent the night at your place, he was beyond excited. There had been too many times over the last four months that you two fell asleep together, but you two never stayed overnight out of respect for the other's schedule and needs. You two took the time to secure a few days for each other that lined up perfectly for him to stay at your place.
"Hello, little kitty." Chris mused at your cat, watching the small kitten stretch next to him on your bed as he waited for you to change, back turned to you.
"She's showing her belly." You giggled.
"Mhmm. But if I touch it, she's gonna attack." Chris squinted jokingly at the small cat. He poked her belly, proving himself right when she bit and pawed at his finger, playful.
"Alright, miss meow, it's bedtime." You picked up the cat. "Let's go, baby." You purred to the cat, bringing her over to her own bed in the living room. She had her own nook and area in the living room with a pee pad, a litter box, and two bowls of freshly filled food and water. She was still being trained, so you couldn't yet sleep with her in the bedroom. You returned to Chris, grabbing a jacket—which he had yet to take back—from your bed and hanging it up on the back of your door.
"We gonna lay down?" He asked, shifting on the bed.
"You ready to?" You asked, crawling into bed next to him. He nodded, shuffling underneath the covers to get closer to you as you both laid down and got comfortable. Chris was awkward, to say the least.
"This is easier when we aren't thinking about it." He admitted, earning a laugh from you.
"It's okay. I'm a little nervous, too." You reassured him, bringing yourself closer to him, an arm wrapping around his torso. He returned the gesture, tugging you closer, just enough to feel you against him, your leg laying over his thigh.
"I could get used to this." He murmured.
"I think I already am." You smiled, hand gently tracing along the muscles of his shoulder blades.
He huffed a laugh, letting silence fall. He took a moment to watch you, brushing his thumb back and forth against the revealed skin beneath your tank top that pinched around your waist. He took a moment to absorb your details. He took in your eyes, the gorgeous color of your irises, your pretty lashes that you'd bat at him and giggle when he'd ask what movie you wanted to watch and you'd say "whatever you'd like" and he could only chuckled and pat your shoulder with an exaggerated, fond eye roll. He loved watching you trace his features with your eyes. He loved taking you in.
"You're so unbelievably beautiful. Have I told you that?" He blurted out. He loved watching you giggle at his compliments, your cheeks warming.
"You have. But I'm okay hearing it again." You mused, hand tracing up his shoulder, up his neck, jawline, and finding home on his stubbled cheek. "You're not bad yourself, Mr. Redfield." You teased. "Very handsome. Very easy on the eyes."
"Don't.." he laughed faintly, an uncertain sound. "Don't call me 'Mr.' It makes me sound old." He eased out, a little hesitant. You shifted.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." You promised, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"No, I know. It's.. It's still a little hard to get used to this. Not only the fact that you're my girlfriend, but... you're so young. You're more than an adult, and you're not immature or anything, and it's definitely not illegal.."
"But age gaps get a bad wrap." You added. He nodded. "I don't care that you're older." You reminded him.
"I know you don't care."
"But?" You prompted, earning a chuckle from him due to how well you knew his tone.
"I worry." He said simply.
"Why?" You sat up, turning to him.
"It's not the worst that I'm older. It's the fact that I'm so messed up. I have a lot of.. extra baggage. My job hasn't been kind to me, in physical or mental terms." He explained, sighing quietly. "I'm afraid that I'll... I don't know, corrupt you somehow. Make your spark go out." He looked up at you.
"Corrupt me? Make my spark go out?" You asked. "Chris, oh god," you scooted closer, shaking your head. "I don't think that would be possible with you. You've brightened my spark, if anything." You told him, to which he couldn't help but smile.
Chris sat up, trying to think of a proper response. You scooted into his lap, holding his face in your warm, soft palms, a sensation Chris had become all too weak for. "I'm sorry. Now I feel I've ruined the moment."
"Never. The moment is never ruined with you." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Tell me you'll relax. I'm aware of the base troubles you deal with. You're aware of mine. I'm choosing to explore this with you. I want to be with you. Ups and downs, sickness and health."
"Sounds like marriage vows." He chuckled.
"Well, not yet. But I do mean what I said." You mused, finding his lips with yours to soothe him with affection without shutting him down.
"Thank you." He sighed, curling his neck to lay his forehead in the crook of your neck, tugging you closer. "You're amazing. Best I've ever had." He muttered quietly. "I love you." He breathed out.
It wasn't the first time he said it, but he struggled with saying it directly, so hearing him say it meant the world to you. "I love you, Chris." You squeezed him, one hand cradling the back of his head. Chris felt safe. Comfortable. Eased. He hadn't felt this with someone in a very long time, not in such a permanent way. He could fall asleep like this—he almost did before you had to move after a while, hips burning from the stretching of your thighs straddling his hips.
He rolled onto his side and curled himself around you, spooning you from behind. "Goodnight." He murmured, nose pressing to the nape of your neck with his lips lazily pressing to your back as he relaxed.
"Goodnight." You hummed back, falling into a soft silence as he leaned his weight onto you, providing a comfortable pressure to let your body go completely limp.
Chris spent the weekend with you, his attention tearing away only to respond to Claire or work. You two spent it at your apartment, switching between your bed and the living room. Saturday morning was spent relaxing over breakfast that you made, leading into some craft thing that you wanted to try, following into lunch and then some time for you two to sit in the same room and not interact but still enjoy each other's company. Before dinner, you showered, and after dinner, Chris showered. He had agreed to stay the night again.
Sunday night, just after dinner, you two had about an hour and a half before Chris needed to go home. Claire had only agreed to check on Buddy for the two days you'd originally planned, and he had to go to work early in the morning.
He was laid on top of you, hugging you tight as his head laid on your chest. "Think I'm getting too used to you." He joked faintly.
"'S that a bad thing?" You asked, brushing your fingers along his short hair.
"No. Unless you're sick of me."
"Could never be sick of you." You mused, lifting his head up to have him scoot closer to kiss you. Your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, palms feeling his scruffy, unshaven cheeks. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead it as you deepened it as a slow, experimental move.
"Hope not. I think I'd go into withdrawals without your kisses like this." He shifted up closer, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his body slid between your legs, a move that you eagerly, almost subconsciously accepted with a soft moan against his lips. Chris almost hesitated, but the soft moan that slipped from you made him shiver.
You giggled faintly, legs coming to wrap around his hips, ankles loosely hooking together. He exhaled roughly through his nose, a shuddered sound that made you pull back. "What was that?" You raised a brow.
He shook his head. "Nothing. Sorry." He tried to play it off, but as he leaned back in, the hesitation worsened. You were saddened to open your eyes when you didn't find his lips on yours.
"What's wrong?" You persisted.
"Is this okay? Do you feel okay like this?" He asked finally, words spat out like he was suffocating himself to not sound so anxious and concerned.
"Yeah, I feel okay. This is okay."
"This being..?" He prompted, hoping to pull more from you to get confirmation of being on the same page.
"Making out?" You laughed faintly at his strategy of asking so vaguely, but it worked.
"Okay. Cool. Good." He murmured, nodding. "And.. if it were to... advance?"
"I'd be okay with that. Do you want that?"
"Only if you do." He said, voice soft yet firm in his stance.
"Then let's see where it goes, yeah?" You mused, letting yourself lean in to initate the kiss once more. Chris melted, body weight pouring into you as he returned the kiss, still pressed innocently between your thighs. His hand remained on the back of your head, the other venturing downward to grasp at the bare skin of your thigh where your sleep shorts had ridden up, leaving little to his imagination. He grunted lightly at the way your thighs squeezed around his body, like you were encouraging him.
"You're gonna be the death of me, y'know that?" He huffed, listening to you giggle at his agony.
"Oh, I hope not. Then I'd be all alone, no one to kiss, no one to love.." You teased, head diving downward to kiss at his jawline and neck, nipping at his adam's apple. His breath hitched, head tilted back.
"Jesus," he breathed. "can't leave you all alone like that, huh? That'd be cruel.." He mumbled, gently nudging your head back to return the more heated gesture of nipping at your neck, going lower toward your collarbone.
"Oh, fuck.." you breathed, head falling back onto your pillows with a small huffy laugh. He didn't hesitate this time. It was convenient timing—you never wore a bra to bed, so it was easy for him to see the way your nipples pebbled from goosebumps along your skin, caused by his kisses.
"Is it okay—"
"Don't ask. Just go ahead. I'll tell you if I need you to stop." You interrupted him, and he felt a strong sense of pride that you felt so safe with him, comfortable enough to give him full control and trust. He nodded. He worked slowly as he worked your shirt up your body, pressing it higher and higher until he hesitated just below your breasts. He glanced at you, but you had nothing but calm in your eyes. He continued, pushing the fabric higher so it bunched up above your tits. He leaned down, pressing an experimental kiss between the two mounds.
When you didn't object, he moved further, lips finding their way to wrap around one of the nubs, the other being palmed gently with his rough palm. You gave a small whine, head falling back again. Chris pressed his tongue to your nipple, circling slowly and flicking back and forth every few seconds. One hand came to the back of his head, encouraging him to continue and even go further with his stimulation.
"Chris," you moaned softly, and you felt him tense above you. His biceps flexed as one hand gripped at the sheets, the other hand unintentionally becoming rougher with the groping of your breast. You didn't object, and Chris didn't catch himself, so it continued that way. He finally parted from your breasts, kissing back and forth from your collarbone to just below your breasts.
He worked his way down, pausing at the waistband to look up at you. You didn't stop him, but you did pull him back up, eager to kiss him and distract yourself from the nerves that began to bubble. Chris pushed your shorts down, and he was both pleased and shocked to find your lack of underwear. He stared, and for once, you looked away, cheeks warming bashfully.
"Do you always sleep this way?" He asked bluntly.
"It's comfortable. And good for the body." You murmured.
"I'm.. I'm not teasing." He promised, looking back up at you to catch your lips with his once more. "Just can't believe it. It's a little shameful to admit, but it's making sleepovers a lot more tempting." He gave a chuckle against your lips.
"You're such a perv!" You giggled, but it didn't deter either of you. Chris used both hands to shift your thighs and spread them further, his right hand coming to hover merely an inch from your folds.
"This is okay?" He asked quieter. You nodded, hips shifting. Chris took that consent, deepening the kiss as he brought two fingers to slide between the wet folds of your core. You shivered, and so did Chris. He spread your arousal, slow and gentle, his middle finger and ring fingers coming together at the top to meet and apply a delicious pressure to your clit that pulled a soft whimper from your throat. He groaned, leaning his head down to your neck.
He didn't hesitate this time, not with how your hips bucked into his touch. He spent another minute or so spreading the wetness and massaging your clit before his fingers finally dipped lower. His middle finger circled the hole before it dipped in at long last, slow and cautious. Coincidentally, he'd recently cleaned up his nails of all jagged and uncomfortable points, so it came in handy. The insertion of his finger made your body tense, but not from discomfort. Your head fell back, a soft sigh leaving your lips.
Slowly, his finger pulled back, only to press back in. He worked on pumping the one finger, allowing you to feel and adjust while giving himself time to figure you out. It took a moment, but he got the hang of it once he curled his finger and got a small mewl from you. He kissed his way back down to your chest, lips latching onto one nipple again as he worked in a second finger alongside his first one. Two fingers pumped into you, speed increasing slowly as he pulled more sounds of pleasure and satisfaction from you. He knew what he was doing, and you seemed to enjoy it, so he continued, fingers curling and pressing perfectly into the spongy spot inside of you.
A louder moan pulled from you, eyes rolling back as your body arched off the bed and into his touch. Hips ground against his fingers, chest pressed further toward his hungry mouth. Chris lifted his head, earning a whiney groan from you. "Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, gorgeous." He mused, lips finding yours in a deep, messy kiss of all teeth and tongue.
"F-fuck, you'd better not." You barely huffed, eyes fluttering shut with an eye roll. Chris chuckled at that but didn't stop. "Mmh, Chris," your head fell back, brows knitting tight together. "Do o-one more." You panted lightly.
Chris blinked, but he obeyed. He worried he'd hurt you, fingers slowing so he could gently work a third finger into the tight warmth of your cunt. He hissed lightly, a sound of concern as he watched your body tighten, muscles taut. Much to his satisfaction, you melted seconds after, another loud moan following.
"Chris, 'm gonna—" You gasped. "Gonna cum!" You mewled, nails digging into his shoulders. He found your lips again, groaning into the kiss as he felt you come undone. The coil in your stomach snapping, gushing around his fingers with an accompanying cry of pleasure that made him impossibly harder. He worked you through it, peppering kisses from your lips to your breasts, and back up.
Once you gently pushed at his wrist, he let up. Fingers retracted slowly, and he reached over to the bedside table to grab a tissue and clean your slick off of his fingers. You blinked, vision finally clearing as you looked up at him. Instead of moving to ask for more, Chris laid next to you, smiling warmly and engulfing you in a secure, comforting hug. "You feel alright?" He murmured.
"Mhmm. Feel better than alright." You mused, rolling over to curl into him, mouthing lazily at his neck. Chris stiffened lightly. "Yknow, I can go again." You said quietly, an indirect proposal.
"We don't have to, pretty girl." He chuckled faintly, leaning down to kiss you softly, more controlled this time.
"But you're still.."
"It doesn't matter. Unless you want to, I don't matter until you want to." He shook his head.
"I want to. I do." You urged, nodding. "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to."
"Are you positive?" He asked, brows furrowed faintly. "I really, really don't want this to be caused by any pressure just because I've got a boner. I'm not gonna complain about 'blue balls' or any—"
You cut him off with a deep, disarming kiss. He melted on the spot, eyes closing as he exhaled shakily, a hand resting on your hip. "Shut up and let me fix your problem." You muttered, muffled in the kiss.
"Yeah, okay.. I can do that." Chris mumbled, watching you pull away and roll over to your side of the bed, rummaging for a condom. He watched you grumble for a few seconds before you pulled out a condom, clearly old. You inspected it carefully. You barely uttered something about it not being expired and there being no signs of sabotage before you were crawling back into his lap, letting him get comfortable, laid back against the pillows with his hands finding their way to your thighs, still bare.
With a small tug of your hand against his shirt, he was discarding it to the floor in seconds. It was humorous—how quickly he went from denying his pleasure to being as eager as a dog in a rut, eager to get the attention his body craved. He hadn't gotten lucky like this in a while, and he was beyond grateful that it was with you. He made that clear through the soft, slow touches of his hands moving all along your body, from your thighs to your chest, stopping occasionally to grope and squeeze.
You undid the tie of his sweats, tugging gently as you lifted your hips and he did the same, helping you push down his sweats and boxers just below his mid-thigh, just enough to let his cock properly spring free, a sight that made the heat boil in your lower belly once more, almost like it was never satisfied in the first place. Thick, heavy, clean and well-groomed with a base coated with thick, coarse hair that led into the happy trail you'd grown to love catching glimpses of. You kept your hips hovering as you reached down and slowly rolled the condom onto his cock until it was fully stretched over the thick length, snug at the base. You shifted, lining him up to press the tip to your entrance. Chris held your hips, almost like he was bracing you for impact.
"I can do it myself, Chris." You snickered, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers with his, holding sweetly before you eased onto the first inch. Your thighs trembled, a small whine leaving your lips with Chris' hiss.
"I don't doubt you.. I just... ah, I know I'm a little above average.." Chris mumbled. He didn't brag about it, but rather he seemed bashful by mentioning his size, which was definitely above average.
"I can take it." You looked up at him, hips relaxing as you eased your way down, inch by inch, until you were seated fully on his cock, watching him throw his head back.
"Jesus Christ." He breathed a laugh, brows knitted together as he took a moment to recover from the long awaited feeling of being stuffed inside of you. When you lifted your hips barely an inch, he let out a low moan of your name, biting his lip as he held your hands tighter. You eased into deeper thrusts, taking more as time went on. Your moans melted with his, a harmony of high and low pitches, accompanied by chokes and whines and gasps. Chris looked down finally, watching your pussy completely engulf him, like he wasn't the biggest you'd taken.
"Chris, oh God," you whimpered, dropping onto his cock completely, and Chris' lips parted with a deep moan as he watched the faint imprint of his cock in your lower belly, gaze torn between watching you implae yourself on his cock, watching your face, or watching how your tits bounced as your picked up the pace, despite your shaky, unsteady thighs.
His hands found your hips again, halting you momentarily. "Let me do this. You're shaking."
"Of course, I am. I've got a fucking monster inside of me." You huffed at his words, only earning a chuckle.
"You flatter me." He mused, only to lift your hips and keep you hovering as he moved his own hips. He began to thrust up into you, grunts of effort and moans of pleasure filling the room, alongside the sound of skin against skin, soft slaps of his balls hitting your ass. Your head fell back, one hand coming down to find your clit as you felt your orgasm build up, desperate to get there as soon as you could, eager for your own peak.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. Wish you could see yourself." He gave a faint, choked whine, but neither of you processed the whine. All you heard was his pleasure, and that encouraged your own high. Chris picked up the pace, head falling back as his cock twitched inside of you.
You tried desperately to fuck back onto him, to meet in the middle with each thrust, but it became harder and harder as your thighs couldn't comfortably hold you up anymore without burning at the effort. Chris' fingertips dug into the flesh of your hips, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he searched for a deeper angle. You shifted slightly, leaning back and using his thighs to hold yourself up, fingernails digging into his thighs as his thrusts faltered momentarily, the slight shift in position causing a tighter sensation as you practically sucked him in deeper.
You looked down at him, watching him blink and have to recalibrate himself. "Did you—"
"No. God, no." He huffed, almost offended. "Can't yet." He said, but before you could ask what he meant, he was already back at it, thrusting up into you with a mix of caution and desperation, curses and moans falling from his lips.
He kept your hips steady with one hand, and the other came to find your clit, circling it roughly to encourage your pleasure. You mewled, melting slightly as you struggled to hold yourself up with your arms.
"Chris, I can't—ah!" You gasped, thighs jolting at the way he doubled his efforts.
"Come on, pretty, just a little more." He panted heavily. He could feel you were close, and the fact that he felt it so easily only turned you on more, combined with how easily he held you up like a fucking ragdoll. You couldn't even get another word out before you were coming apart in his grasp, and he was only seconds behind you. Whimpers and moans mixed together as he spilled his cum into the condom, your pussy gushing and pulsing around him. He slowed, hands sliding up your body and gently pulling you to lay on top of him. His cock twitched, and your walls clamped with aftershocks. You panted heavily, face buried into his shoulder as you groaned.
It was quiet as you two came down. He let you fully ease before he pulled out and discarded the condom in the bedside table. He rolled onto his side, keeping you close as he peppered your shoulders and jaw with kisses, soothing your shivers and shakes.
"I'm gonna get you some water and call Claire, 'kay?"
"Why are you gonna call Claire?" You asked, letting him untangle himself.
"I can't just leave you. Not tonight, no." He scoffed. "I'm gonna see if she can check on Buddy one more time for me. If not, I'll run home and be right back." He leaned over you, kissing your forehead and brushing your hair out of your face.
"Chris, you don't have to stay.." you mumbled. "I can clean myself up, and I'm fine to sleep alone. Don't you have work tomorrow, anyway?"
"Yeah. It's only a ten minute drive from here, so I'll just leave early so I can get home before I need to leave for work." His words made you melt, your heart pounding no longer from adrenaline or sex, but from the sheer care and love he was showing. "Stay here, yeah?"
You nodded, curling into the blankets to get comfortable, watching him grab his phone and walk off. In your previous relationships, your partners hadn't been as caring. If sex happened on a night where they hadn't planned to stay over, they were perfectly fine to leave you on your own, unwilling and blind to your emotional needs once they'd gotten their fill. You felt yourself tearing up, but as you tried to wipe your eyes with the blanket, Chris came back, clicking a button on his phone and crawling back into the bed with you.
He heard you sniffle, and he leaned over to find you desperately trying to stop the tears from flowing. "Hey, what—what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did I do something wrong?" He panicked, gently rolling you over to face him so he could help you sit up. You looked away from him, choking on your own bubbled cry.
"No, I.." you hiccuped.
"Do you want me to stay? I'll leave if you want. What do you need?" He asked, his hands no longer touching you to avoid physically overwhelming you.
You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks. "Nobody stays unless I ask them to." You barely got it out before another cry bubbled in your throat, and he reached out to help wipe your tears.
"It's the bare minimum, honey." He murmured. "I'm sorry nobody else has done this for you." He tilted your face to look at him. "But I'm not gonna do that unless it's what you want."
"Don't go yet." You hiccuped, finally looking at him properly.
"I won't." He waited, and once you were ready, you leaned in and found safety in his arms, the skin-to-skin providing a warmth and comfort that you hadn't been offered in a long time. "I'm here all night. And I won't leave without telling you." He promised, tugging you into his lap. Thankfully, he didn't have to go. Claire had agreed to check on him one last time for the night to ensure he had food and water and that he could be let out one more time before bed. So he was set to stay the night.
When you finally pulled back, he gently wiped your tears, allowing you to breathe for a moment before he spoke up, "Do you want to shower before we go to bed? Or just a quick clean up?" He asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.
"Shower. I'm sweaty, and I don't wanna stink in the morning." You sniffled.
"Drink some water while I warm the shower and get you some clean pajamas." He said, gently patting your hip and pecking your lips one more time.
He kept his word. He stayed the whole night, and at 5 a.m., when his alarm went off, he was reluctant to go. You didn't have work, so he felt horrible when you stirred all too early. You curled into him, rolling to lay on him.
"Good morning." He whispered, voice hardly audible as he yawned.
"G'mornin'." You yawned back, shoving your face into his neck.
"I gotta leave soon." He warned gently.
"I know." You whined.
He let you wake up slowly until his second alarm went off, making you grumble and sit upright, tugging your blanket around you. He chuckled. "I know it's early. I'm sorry." He leaned up, shifting behind you so he could gently kiss at the nape of your neck and shoulders, pushing your hair aside and soothing his rough palms along your waist and ribcage.
"It's okay." You melted into the touch, letting his hands roam as they pleased.
"You ready to get up? Or do you wanna stay in bed while I get ready?"
"I'll make you some coffee. Maybe some eggs, too." You murmured, shifting slowly to crawl out of bed. He followed, craning to kiss you from behind as you gave a lazy, sleepy peck in return.
You went to the kitchen, yawning as you greeted your cat, carrying her around as you readied the coffee maker and heated a pan for making him some scrambled eggs. The cat slept comfortably in your hold, and you managed to cook with one hand. Chris came out, laughing quietly at the sight. It had been a long time since he woke up to such a domestic scene. His cold, old heart had softened so much since meeting you.
"She's just like you." He joked, referring to your clinginess in the mornings that he'd noticed just the last couple of mornings he spent with you.
"She's a baby, of course she is." You snickered. Chris went over to the coffee maker, pouring himself a small mug and using some of your creamer from the fridge. Another thing he'd gotten used to with you—coffee with creamer. Yes, he was still trying to lower his coffee drinking, but he felt less guilty about it when you made it for him. After a few minutes, you and Chris basked in the silence of the morning, the eggs finished cooking, and the cat finally let you set her down once you got her fresh food and water as well.
Chris sat to eat the eggs, and you sat to eat some toast, both still groggy and exhausted. You were sore, Chris wasn't. He spoke first. "Do you feel okay?" He asked, looking up at you. "About last night, I mean. The sex." He said, more bluntly.
You looked up at him, nodding. "I liked it, Chris. I don't regret it, if that's what you're asking. And no, it didn't make me uncomfortable."
"Okay. Good. That's the last thing I wanted." He relaxed, shoulders visibly dropping.
"Though, whenever we do it again, it's gonna be a while before I'm on top again. That hurts." You said bluntly. Chris sputtered slightly, choking on his food like he wasn't expecting you to say 'do it again'.
"Yeah, I.. I figured." He laughed quietly, clearing his throat as he sipped his water.
"Other than my thighs being sore and wobbly, it was good." You reassured him. "Do you feel okay about it? It goes both ways, Chris." You reminded him, reaching out to take his hand.
"I feel good. I'm.. I'm glad you trusted me with it, considering the stories you've told me about your previous partners."
"I have no reason not to trust you. You've been nothing but perfect with me." You reassured him, smiling softly. He squeezed your hand.
He wasn't sure what to say next, but he was startled by his final alarm, reminding him he had to leave in the next five minutes or he'd be late. "Shit." He sighed, rising from his chair to deal with his plate, taking the final two bites to quickly finish the eggs. You stopped him from washing the plate.
"Go get your bag. I'll wash it later." You urged him, not letting him argue as you walked to put your slippers on so you could walk him out to his car. Chris was quick to get his overnight bag and slip his shoes on before he met you at the door.
"Stay here. It's early, the sun is hardly up yet." He said, unwilling to let you roam your apartment building so early. He didn't like the look of some of your neighbors he'd seen in the few times he'd come by. You snickered. You would argue, but you knew he was right.
"Be safe, okay? Let me know when you get to work." You raised onto your tip toes, pecking his lips gently. He wrapped you into a tight hug, pecking along your shoulders and neck before he found your lips again.
"Go back to sleep. I'll text you."
"Promise?" You looked up at him, mostly jokingly.
"Promise." He pulled back, gaze lingering before he had to unfortunately turn and open the door. He turned back for one more kiss, a longer one this time. Chris was big on kisses, especially before you two had to part for however long until you two had the time to meet again.
"I love you." He stepped back.
"I love you, too. Go on, don't be late." You ushered him out, giggling as he exaggerated his heavy footsteps, like it weighed him down as he left. You blew him a kiss, and he caught it and 'saved it for later' in the pocket of his jacket.
He was so cheesy, so mushy, and it never failed to make your heart swell. It kept you warm, happy and settled for the days he couldn't see you.
