chase davenport x fem reader smut
Chase lingered in your doorway for a moment, one shoulder resting against the frame as a familiar smirk tugged at his lips. A faint bruise was already forming along his forearm from the afternoon's mission. His hair was wet from just showering, but he'd somehow missed a streak of soot on his cheek. The mix of wet hair, a loose t-shirt, and his baggy pajama pants did something to you.
"You know," you teased, crossing your arms, "most people wash up after saving the city." You pointed at his cheek.
"What?" He furrowed his brows before hurrying to look at himself in your mirror. He hated being dirty, it made him feel too much like Adam. After noticing the small smudge, he shrugged, "You know, I was going to. But then I remembered someone promised me a movie night."
You couldn't help but smile. "You're impossible."
The quiet that settled between you was comfortable, the kind that only came after countless late-night debriefs in the lab, shared victories, and more near-disasters than either of you cared to count. Missions had a way of reminding you how quickly everything could change. Maybe that was why moments like this felt so important.
"Come here," he said softly.
You closed the distance with a laugh that quickly melted into a smile as he took your hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, warm and familiar, before he gently pulled you closer for a hug.
"I've been wanting to hug you all day," he admitted, his voice quieter now.
You looked at him with a confused smile. "You were literally standing next to me during Davenport's huge lecture about the mission. Why didn't you just hug me then?"
"I know." He chuckled. "Believe it or not, I was trying to be patient."
You laughed. "You? Patient?"
He pretended to look offended, but the grin on his face gave him away. You reached up to straighten the crooked collar of his shirt, noticing another small scrape near his neck.
"You really should let Davenport patch you up."
"I know you will," you said, meeting his hazel eyes. "But I still worry."
Something in his expression softened. The cocky confidence he wore so effortlessly slipped away for just a moment, replaced by something quieter, more genuine.
He leaned in, and the kiss was slow at first, soft, almost hesitant– until it wasn't. You found yourself smiling against his lips as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he closed the door and guided you backward, each step unhurried, until the backs of your knees met the edge of the bed.
"Careful," he murmured with a quiet laugh.
You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, giggling as he caught himself on top of you with one hand beside your head, his smile mirroring yours. After seeing him in the familiar position, something inside you flipped. The two of you were looking into each other's eyes, a mutual desire in both of you flickered.
"Baby, I love you from this angle." he smiled, moving a piece of hair off of your face.
"Really? How much?" You cockily smiled, hoping that, just this once, the genius hovering over you would stop overanalyzing everything and flirt back.
He looked down at you with a thinking expression for a few seconds before saying, "Why don't I show you?" His boldness caught you a little off guard. He smiled to himself before adding, "There's another thing I've been wanting to do all day too."
You smiled and were going to add a sly comment, but his lips were on you before you could even catch your breath. His body pressed you into the mattress with a weight that was both grounding and intoxicating. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. He knew exactly how to unravel you. Your eyes shut as you melted into the kiss, your body already trembling with anticipation.
He broke away just long enough to whisper against your lips, "You're so fucking perfect like this, baby. All soft and dumb for me." His breath was hot, sending shivers down your spine as he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. You arched into him, a whimper escaping as his teeth grazed your pulse point.
"Is it okay if I touch you?" He pulled back.
His hands slid down your body, fingers brushing over the swell of your breasts before he tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Off," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. You complied immediately, lifting your arms so he could pull the fabric over your head. The cool air hit your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he looked down at you, his hazel eyes dark with hunger. He put his hands under your bra and began palming each of your breasts, occasionally giving your nipples a twist or rub, all while still kissing your mouth and neck. Without thinking, you began pushing your upper-half against him as the pleasure increased. He moved his hands to your back and quickly removed the garment that was keeping him from what he wanted to see.
Chase wasted no time, his mouth descending on your chest, his tongue flicking over one hardened nipple. You let out a moan, your back arching off the bed as he sucked gently, then harder, until you were squirming beneath him. "Such pretty little tits," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Perfect for me to worship."
His words sent a thrill through you, your hips grinding against his instinctively. You loved this—the way he praised you and made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. But you loved it even more when he flipped the script, when he reminded you of how much you needed him.
He moved onto your other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue circling the peak before taking it into his mouth. Your hands fisted in the sheets, breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "Chase," you whimpered, your voice trembling.
He lifted his head, his lips curving into a devilish smile. "What's wrong, baby? Can't handle it?" His hand slid down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your shorts teasingly. "You look so desperate already. So needy. Tell me what you want."
You swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. "You," came out in a barely audible whisper. "I want you."
His smile widened, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that left you dizzy. Then he was moving lower, his lips blazing a trail down your body. He kissed your stomach, his tongue darting out to taste your skin as he went. Your breath hitched as he reached the edge of your shorts, his fingers hooking under the fabric and tugging them along with your panties down your legs.
He tossed them aside and sat back on his heels, his gaze raking over you. "Fuck, baby," he whined, his voice thick with need. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Spread out for me, please."
Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your ears. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh. You shivered, your legs naturally parting wider for him. "Good girl," he murmured. "You know what I want. May I?"
As soon as you eagerly nodded, his mouth slowly descended on you. He let a small bead of saliva fall onto your folds, letting it slowly trail down toward your clit, the sensation made you huff and shiver. He started to softly lick and kiss your innermost thigh, then moved on to circle around your clit and opening.
His edging and teasing practically hurt you, causing a whine to escape. "Mhmm, baby." He soothed, rubbing your back with his thumb.
His tongue quickly landed on your clit, licking and sucking in a way that made you see stars. You cried out, your hips moving off the bed. His surprisingly strong hands gripped your thighs, holding them in place as he devoured you relentlessly.
"Chase!" you gasped, your voice breaking on his name. Your hands tangled in his brunette hair, tugging desperately as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. "Please… please…"
He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with a smirk. "Please what, baby? Need something?" His voice was dripping with mock innocence, and it drove you wild.
"Need you," you panted, your body trembling with need. "Please, I need you inside me."
His smirk turned into a grin as he repositioned himself so he could look down at your pretty face before adjusting his glance to your pretty pussy. He led with his fingers. His thumb rubbed your clit as he slowly slid one digit into your pussy, making sure to not hurt you. You looked up at him with a pleading whine, causing him to slowly add another. He began to slowly rub you from the inside, getting into a pattern that drove you crazy. He noticed your thighs start to tense and eyelids start to flutter, signaling you were close. He stopped rubbing and looked down at you before you could feel his fingers slowly leaving.
"Chase-" you breathed, looking up at him with a weak glare. You needed your orgasm and weren't sure how much more of his edging you could tolerate.
"I know, baby. You're doing such a good job," He stood up and removed his own clothing agonizingly slow. Your eyes roamed over his body– his broad shoulders, toned chest and core, the V-line that led down to his cock, hard and waiting for you. You bit your lip, anticipation coiling low in your stomach.
He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. One hand gripped your hip while the other guided himself to your entrance. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice suddenly more gentle.
You nodded, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes," you breathed. "Please, Chase."
He didn't make you wait any longer, thrusting into your soaking wet opening in one smooth motion. You cried out, your body stretching to take him as he filled you completely. He groaned, his head dropping to rest against yours as he stilled for a moment, letting both of you adjust.
"Fuck, you feel so amazing," he said against your ear. "So fucking perfect for me."
Then he was moving, his hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm that had you moaning with every stroke. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling them closer with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as pleasure built inside you.
"God, Chase," you panted, your hands clutching at his back. "You feel so–"
He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, biting down on your lower lip as he thrust harder. He pulled back. "You're my good girl," he growled against your mouth. "All mine. Say it."
"Yours," you gasped, your voice trembling. "I'm your good girl."
He smiled against your lips, his pace quickening as he drove you closer to the edge. "That's right," he murmured. "My pretty girl."
The words sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you whimpered, your nails raking down his back. His consistent pace and hard strokes were bringing you to the edge. "Chase– I'm close–"
He didn't reply, instead he simply grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, changing the angle and hitting a spot inside that made you dizzy from pleasure. You screamed his name as pleasure exploded through you, your body convulsing around him as you came undone.
Chase wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, baby," he whined, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
For a moment you two stayed like that, your bodies pressed together as you caught your breath. Then Chase leaned down to kiss you again, slow and deep.
"You're amazing," he murmured against your lips.
You smiled up at him, still breathless. "Thank you, baby."
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