Hi can u write a fic with dom chris cornell x sub ofc? against the wall talk dirty and kinda thing, with his ironic provocative posture (((( I'm obsessed with his sarcastic tone (ФωФ)
EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!! it's fine now 😁
So it said I was going to combine a couple Chris asks - this one doesn't have a lot of dom! Chris, but i promise to pepper some manhandling in the last chapter.
Also this is like THE most non freaky fic i think I've ever written, so if it seems a little rushed at times, that's why 🫣 I'm not used to all the cute feelings.
Take Me Apart - CH2 MATURE - Chris Cornell x OFC/Reader
Warnings: masturbation, wet dreams, so much fluff, confessions, Chinese food
(Also who gave him the right to look like this? I mean COME.ON.)
You dreamt of him that night.
You were at that same club where you met, he had pulled you onstage just like he had that same night. Only this time he kissed you right there, beneath the spotlight, in front of hundreds of people. He cradled your face in his big strong hand, his thumb idly stroking your cheek as he explored your mouth with his tongue. You ran your hands through his curly hair, letting him claim you, here in front of all these people. The crowd of sweaty bodies roared around you and seemed to move as one, like waves in the ocean. When he pulled off of you, he looked deep in your eyes, the two of you panting with want.
He ran a hand down your side and it was then you realized you were completely naked and the crowd had indeed turned into actual waves, crashing up on the stage, spraying you both with salty water.
He pulled your body close to his as if worried the waves would carry you away from him. You could smell the sweat and cigarettes on his skin and it made you feel drunk.
"I want you," he whispered in the crook of your neck.
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You woke with a start, panting and sweating, delirious almost, like someone had drugged you. You blinked your eyes briefly to compose yourself, realizing you were in your bed and cursed whatever god had woken you up from such a dream. You tossed and turned briefly, trying to get comfortable. It was then you realized your panties were completely soaked through.
"Well thats embarrassing," you said to your empty apartment. That had never happened to you ever.
You looked at the clock...6 am - a full hour before you even had to be up for work. You closed your eyes, tossing and turning, trying to get the image of Chris out of your mind - but to no avail.
"Fuck it," you breathed out in frustration and you reached over into your nightstand to pull out the plain Jane vibrator that was there. The one you used when you were over stressed during finals and needed a way to relax and get some sleep. You had never thought of any guy in particular before, and certainly not one you had met. But there was a first time for everything.
You reached a hand into your ruined panties, and ran a finger through your folds. Jesus, you were very wet, your body shivering as you brushed against your clit, which was somehow over sensitive. You closed your eyes and imagined Chris finishing what your dream started.
"I want you," he'd whisper, before he'd sink his teeth into your shoulder, sucking a bruise into your collarbone for everyone to see. You ran a hand under your tank top to squeeze your right breast, opening your legs in invitation for a man who wasn't really there. No way you'd be this brazen in person.
"Have me," you told imaginary Chris, as you parted your lips with your fingers, running the vibrator up the length of your opening, imagining it was his cock. He looked like he had a big one. One he'd have to prepare you with his mouth and fingers first for. You turned the vibrator on and let a moan of relief escape you as it hummed against your clit, sending shivers up your spine.
"That's a good girl," you imagined him saying against your skin as you writhed beneath him, hips bucking up in silent pleading. You imagined his fingers opening you slowly, curling inside to find that spot you'd only ever heard about and never bothered to look for yourself.
Maybe he would hold you down by the hips, or even with a steady hand round your neck while you chased your orgasm on his fingers, his tongue, his cock...
Your free hand began to claw at your breast again, rolling and pinching your nipple between your thumb and index finger as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Chris," you panted to an empty room, toes curling in pleasure.
"Come for me, gorgeous- let me see you fall apart," his voice rang in your mind.
With a guttural sound you came - your pussy clenching down on nothing as you held the vibrator against your clit until it started to hurt.
You laid in your bed after that for what felt like eternity, shame and tiredness seeping into your bones.
He probably won't even call.
You thought to yourself, feeling silly and stupid for letting yourself get this way over a boy.
BEEP BEEP BEEP ...
Went your alarm.
"Aw shit."
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Chris DID call you, around 7 at night, and you had to hide the giddiness in your voice.
He was actually a block from you at the Chinese restaurant down the street and was wondering if you had eaten.
You looked down at the TV dinner in your hands that you were about to stick in the microwave. No you hadnt eaten but you had had such a long day at work you did not feel like going anywhere.
"I can bring it to you if you want."
You gulped. A guy...in your apartment? And not just any guy...a guy who was clearly interested in you and who you had a dirty dream about not 12 hours ago.
"Hello?" Shit...
"Uuuh...my, my apartment is a mess." You forced out.
"I don't mind."
"Oh...ok...it's number 4. Ring when you're here." Why did you say that? Nobody says that.
"Awesome, see you in ten."
The second you heard the line click, all the blood rushed from your body. Chris was coming here, alone, with you. You looked like shit. You ran to the bathroom to reapply your makeup and stick your hair in what you hoped was an alluring messy bun. You were just wearing a tshirt...you couldn't answer the door just wearing a shirt. You threw apart your closet frantically, clothes flying off of hangers...Amanda was right! You had no slutty clothes. Jesus Christ. You had to brush your teeth too...you-
BZZZZZZZ came the bell to your apartment.
That can't be him already, could it?
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"H-hello?" You said over the intercom.
"Chow mein delivery," came the honey sounding voice of your dreams. You took a deep breath.
"C-come on up." You buzzed him in. Then ran to put the tightest pair of jeans you had on with a tank top that showed a little bit of your stomach.
Then you opened the door and there he was. Leaning against the doorframe like some sort of James Dean impersonator - all he needed was the cigarette hanging from his lips. He had on shorts that were just a tad too big on him along with a tshirt and flannel on top. His perfect curls were tied back in a low bun. Your heart was racing.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hiiii," ew what? You should never be allowed to speak again.
You stepped aside to let him in.
"Thank ya my lady," he bowed in your direction, playfully, before he walked in. The gesture made you giggle and put you at ease a little.
"I heard this place had the best orange chicken this side of town, so I had to come try it." He said fishing around in the contents of the takeout bag he brought.
"Well that's great, because I've never actually eaten there" you said, grabbing some plates from your cupboard.
"What?!"
"You forget i just moved back from school like a few months ago." You smiled. Already feeling better. Remembering how at ease he had made you feel the other night. You pulled out a beer from your fridge and offered it to him.
"Thats right, NYU girlie. I almost forgot...what made you come back?"
He remembered. You thought, and your insides immediately melted.
"A few things, cost of living, family, found an entry level job here at the water treatment plant they just opened. Also, I'm not very social - as you can tell, so I really didnt have many friends there."
"I don't think you're not social...shy maybe, but so am i," he was leaning against the kitchen counter, studying you again. It was making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
"Hah! A shy person doesn't exactly belt out high notes half naked in front of a crowd of people." Did that sounds bitchy? Oh god it did.
He smiled wider.
"Aaah thats different. I'm a master at disassociating."
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The food was good, and it took no time at all for the two of you to fall back into the comfortable conversation you had had the night before.
"You um....wanna watch a movie or something?" You asked awkwardly. This was the first time you were entertaining someone in your apartment and had no idea what you were supposed to do.
As if reading your thoughts, Chris said, "you dont have to entertain me, you know. I like just talking to you over a beer."
He was either the most genuine man you had ever met or an amazing actor.
"I do need a cigarette break though, do you mind if I use your balcony?" The thought of him smoking a cigarette made you throb a little in your panties. Maybe if you hid behind the curtain you could watch him.
"Go right ahead," you lead him across your small living room and unlocked the door to the tiny balcony. It wasn't big enough for more than a lsingle chair, but it was a nice way to waste an afternoon reading and you liked your view of downtown.
"You uh...you wanna join me?" He asked, taking a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket. You didn’t smoke, but you very much wanted to be close to him.
You stepped onto the tiny balcony and leaned over the edge, taking in the summer breeze and the smell of the water nearby in the sound. He stepped behind you, close enough that you could feel his warmth. It should have made you nervous but it actually did the opposite and you found yourself leaning back against his chest. He hesitated, but soon wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, resting his gorgeous face on your shoulder.
"I like you, Liz." He said in your ear, barely above a whisper.
"I like you too," you felt a blush rising in your cheeks.
"I didn't really want a cigarette," he confessed, wrapping his other arm around you so he was fully hugging you. " I just wanted to do this," he turned you to face him, briefly before he brought his lips to your's in a kiss. His lips felt so soft, so perfect, you opened your mouth to let him in. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer while his tongue fought against your's for dominance. You didn't have a lot of experience with boys, but you had been told you were a great kisser. His hands roamed down your arms, down your back, and settled on your ass, something you found you liked quite a bit. He tore his mouth from your's and began to trail his full lips down your neck, making you arch with need and sending a wave of arousal between your legs.
You were completely lost in the feel of his mouth exploring you, you didnt notice his hands had traveled to the hem of your tank top until he was dipping his fingers underneath.
You panicked and made a noise that was somewhere between a protest and a whine, but it stopped him immediately.
"Whats wrong? Too fast?" He asked, concern on his face. You were shocked he had stopped at all.
"Yes, no! I mean...um," you were panting and flustered and your brain was trying to form sentences that weren't yet there.
"What's wrong, Liz? It's okay, you can tell me." He looked so genuinely worried it made you feel worse.
"N-nothing, I've just..." you looked into his kind blue eyes and sighed in defeat, convinced the next part would scare him off. "I'm a - I've never...had sex. Before."
"Ohhh," his face softened. "Had me here thinking I read the situation wrong." He smiled and moved his hands to your's.
"It's not like I've been saving myself or anything," you felt the need to elaborate, "just...once I got to college I was too wrapped up in school to like, date."
"Well you did finish a year early."
He remembered that too? Where were all the guys like him in New York?
Still you found it hard to look at him now, you felt like such a silly, naive child. Chris was having none of it though, and lifted your face to look at him.
"Hey...we don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. I meant it when I said I liked talking and drinking a beer with you."
Jesus Christ, if he kept talking, you were going to throw your panties at him right now. But it had been a long day, and you had work in the morning.
So you kisses him instead.
