Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3
Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3
Jealousy
Chase Davenport x Reader
18+
Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification
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Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.
His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.
So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.
For Chase at least.
He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.
Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.
They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.
"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.
Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.
"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.
Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"
They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"
Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."
Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.
The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.
They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.
Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.
That didn't last long.
It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.
You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.
You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.
Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.
But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."
He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.
"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.
The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.
"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.
Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."
You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.
"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."
You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.
"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."
He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.
You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.
The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.
Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"
"Quiet.", he cuts you off.
"But-"
"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."
His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.
You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.
"See something you like?"
It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.
He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.
"Your turn." He tells you.
You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."
Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.
Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.
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"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."
Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.
"Ohh, you're already there hm?"
Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.
He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.
"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.
You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.
He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.
"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.
“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly
He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.
“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.
“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.
“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”
