sharing is not caring
pairing : chris x reader
warnings/content : swearing , blurb , lazy ending , established relationship , arcticmonkeys!fan!reader , protectiveness (?) , bad writing , not proofread (i think that’s all)
Inside the modern house, you were sat in front of the smudgy mirror in the bathroom, styling your hair carefully while 'R U mine' by Arctic Monkeys played at a low volume on your phone as you softly hum along to the addictive lyrics.
"I swear, you never stop listening to that band." Chris chuckled at your addiction to the band, overhearing the catchy music playing and swiftly opening the door to watch you as you glanced over at him through the corner of your eye, making sure not to move your head, with a slight grin and soft giggle.
"Not my fault they're such a good band." I mean, you were right. Arctic Monkeys are amazing.
"How long d'ya reckon you'll be?" Chris asked in his usual gruff tone, pulling his phone out the pocket of his jeans to check the time.
10:42am
"Uh, 'm not sure. 'Bout ten minutes I think." You reply whilst trying to figure out roughly how much longer you needed to get ready.
You and Chris had plans to go out with friends, not too many but quite a few, and both Chris and you were excited, until you finally finished styling your hair and perfecting your already perfect make up and stood up from the chair you were sat on, revealing the extremely short and skimpy skirt you were wearing.
The jean style short skirt you were wearing clung to your body like a koala to a tree, slowly creeping up your leg every so slightly.
But, of course, that didn't go unnoticed by Chris.
Chris wasn't obsessive, he just had a thing for people staring at you. He hated it. Sure, he loved the thought of people admiring you and knowing they can't have you, but it pissed him off to know people would be staring at you.
Staring at the way the right skirt clung to your hips and thighs, highlighting your curves.
The way your tight top with 'Why'd you only call me when you're high?' Written out in it in thick, curvy, black writing, a pun for people who knew you, the way it showed off your gorgeous body shape.
"You look..." he scanned your outfit for a little longer, his eyes clinging to the short length of the skirt. "Amazing. But- don't y'think the skirt's a little short?" He hesitated slightly, knowing how stupid it sounded.
"Chris." You grin and giggle. Titling your head, "it barely even comes above my knees," you respond while glancing down at your skirt.
"Fuck y'mean? Your barely even wearing anything." He retorts a little sternly.
He steps closer to you and firmly tugs at the ends of your skirt, pulling it down as much as he could.
"There. Much better." He smiled contently, examining the new and 'improved' length of the skirt. It now came down to almost your knees.
"Chris," you whine childishly. "It's ridiculous. I'm not going out in this." You continue with a look of pure disgust on your face, tugging it back up.
"Y'know I think your gorgeous in everything you wear, I love everything you wear. You look perfect in everything, I just don't want people staring at you." He exaggerates the 'love', trying to explain his point.
"I know. I get it, but I really want to wear this." You reply in an understanding tone. "Please? Just this once." You plead with those irresistible puppy eyes, knowing you'd end up wearing the skirt either way.
"Fine. But if anyone stares I swear I-" he agrees reluctantly before you cut him off before he could complain further.
"No one's going to stare." You grin, knowing damn well people will stare. And so did Chris.
Did you end up wearing the skirt and having a good time? Yes.
Were Chris' eyes on you constantly? Yes.
Every move you made, he was looking around to make sure no one was gawping at you. Especially not your skimpy skirt.
He even sneakily attempted to tug it down as you were walking, but you soon pulled it back up to its original length.
a/n : i wrote this when I was bored n had the urge to write something like this so don’t mind the shitty writing !
