*Chris Cornell x Reader 2
WARNING! THIS CONTAINS LOTS OF SMUT!
“So, Ben, remind me why we’re here?” Kim inquired, resting his hand on his cheek.
“We’re here to see my cousin sing. This is her first performance, so be on your best behavior,” Ben said sternly. He was not going to tolerate any form of imbecility and he made that known with the tone of his voice. Everyone merely shrugged and went back to talking amongst themselves. Everyone except Chris.
This bar was extremely different from the ones he would perform at with Soundgarden. It was elegant and classy. The walls were made with ornate rosewood, the bar was lined with soft maroon chairs, and the bar was stocked with every fine wine and champagne imaginable. Chris felt extremely out of place here in his flannel and combat boots and it was clear that others felt the same. His eyes danced upon the intricate designs of the chandelier as he took small sips of his wine.
“(Y/N), would love it here,” Chris thought to himself. His dear girlfriend (Y/N). The two had been dating in secret for roughly nine months. The two were infatuated with each other. (Y/N) was far too shy to let anyone they were dating. Chris understood and respected her choices. He smiled at the thought of her.
“Hey, dumbass, get your head out of the clouds,” Ben scolded, “she’s here.” Chris rolled his eyes and took a swig of his wine before turning his chair around to avoid Ben’s beration.
As soon as Chris turned around, he was met with the sight of his girlfriend on stage. She wore a long, sleek evening gown that was adorned with a deep slit going midway up her thigh. She had a glass of wine in her hand that she would occasionally sip from. Her hair was pulled back with a few strands falling out, elegantly framing her face. Her eyes were closed, revealing her dramatic eye makeup that was highlighted by her dark lipstick. Chris nearly had a nosebleed at the sight of her. She was more gorgeous than he ever thought a woman could be. So much so that he was unsure whether or not she was a human or goddess.
Chris kept his composure as to not appear suspicious. He promised (Y/N) that he wouldn’t let anyone know they were dating and he intended to keep that promise. He tried to seem as relaxed as possible. He hadn’t ever heard (Y/N)’s voice before so he was nervous and excited at the same time.
(Y/N) hadn’t opened her eyes since she arrived on the stage and she had no plans of doing so until she was offstage. She knew her cousin was here and that was it. She took a deep breath as the piano began to play.
Let me play among the stars
And let me see what spring is like
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me,” (Y/N) smiled as she slowly gained confidence in herself. She could hear whistles now and again. Her voice was sultry and pure.
And let me sing forevermore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
You,” (Y/N) smiled happily as she sang. She felt happy with her performance and felt that she had done well.
Meanwhile, Chris was at the bar in a trance. He couldn’t focus on anything be his girlfriend that stood on the stage, her voice pulling him in like a siren to a sailor.
(Y/N) continued to sing a few more songs, her eyes shut the whole time. It wasn’t until the last song was about to begin when she opened her eyes. She saw her cousin and shot him a grin, which he quickly returned. That was when her eyes began to wander to the people sitting beside him. She noticed Kim and Matt, to whom she smiled sweetly to. They returned it too.
Her eyes trailed to a handsome mane of curls that covered an all-too-familiar face. She knew it was Chris though. She could tell by his style and hair. He looked so tense and she had a song just for him.
(Y/N) cleared her throat and began to sing.
“You had plenty money in 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don’t you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here, get me some money too,” she smiled at Chris as she sang. (Y/N) could tell that he was looking at her from underneath his cloak of hair. She smirked and winked at him while she sang.
Chris was embarrassed. He felt his jeans tightening as she lured him in with her satin voice. Chris took off his flannel and tied it around his waist in an attempt to hide his erection. It worked but, he could tell it would only work if he was sitting down.
“You’re sittin’ down wonderin’ what it’s all about
If you ain’t got no money they will put you out
Why don’t you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here, get me some money too,” (Y/N)’s voice echoed off the walls. She began to walk off the stage, microphone still in hand.
“If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn’t be wanderin’ now from door to door
Why don’t you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here, get me some money too,” (Y/N) sang, swinging her hips slightly with every step. She was slowly making her way to Chris who was still trying to hide his erection, which was getting more and more noticeable with every note that escaped (Y/N)’s lips.
“Get out of here, get me some money too.”
(Y/N) was finally face to face with her boyfriend when she neared the end of her song. Chris was visibly embarrassed and tried so desperately to hide. (Y/N), however, was clueless as to why he was so nervous. So, she merely brushed his fluffy hair out of his face, dragging her fingers through it as she did so.
“Why don’t you do right, like some other men, do?” (Y/N) smiled as her eyes pierced Chris’ soul. He felt like she was toying with his heartstrings, playing with him like a marionette. In that way, he felt masochistic, for he never wanted it to end. He smiled at the siren and kissed her on the cheek before she returned to her stage.
“So, you two are dating?” Ben asked as soon as I walked offstage. I merely blushed and smiled. He took that as an answer.
“If he fucks with you, let me know and I’ll beat his ass,” Kim replied, staring me in my eyes. I nodded and thanked him for coming to my show.
Kim, Matt, and Ben all told me how great of a job I did. I smiled gratefully and thanked them.
“(Y/N), you were outstanding,” I heard a voice speak behind me. I quickly turned around and was met with the sight of Chris, hiding behind a huge bouquet of roses. Only his stunning jade eyes were visible. I blushed out of shock and embarrassment. I had no idea that Chris would be here.
“Thank you so much! These are gorgeous,” I beamed before engulfing Chris in a hug. I felt him tense up as soon as I hugged him. I was clueless as to why though.
Matt, Kim, and Ben all bid their farewells after I took the roses from Chris. They told me that they had to work on instrumentals early tomorrow morning. I thanked them again and waved goodbye as Chris and I walked out to his car.
The ride home wasn’t too far, but it was silent. It was a nervous type of silence as if Chris was afraid of something.
We pulled into the driveway of our apartment and walked to our apartment, once again silently.
“Chris, is everything alright?” I asked as soon as we entered our apartment. Chris mumbled incoherently. I was desperate to find out what was wrong and I asked him to speak up.
He remained mute, and instead untied the flannel that resided around his waist, revealing a painfully obvious erection. My cheeks heated up and Chris looked away shyly.
I looked at it for a moment. I was more nervous than I had ever been. I knew that he needed some form of relief but I was terrified. My past experiences were everything but good. I thought about my options before walking up to Chris and pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. His eyes widened with surprise but it didn’t take him long to reciprocate the kiss.
I was intoxicated by his pink lips, stained a deep cherry red from the lipstick I wore. His eyes bore into my soul before leading to our bedroom.
Once we were in our room, I feverishly rid Chris of his clothes. I wanted so badly to please him, even if it meant discomfort for me. I threw his shirt off to a corner in the room and quickly unbuttoned and rid Chris of his pants.
I was drawn in by his chest and defined abs. I hesitantly ran my fingers across them as Chris bit his lip. I started placings soft kisses and nips down his chest and abs until I reached his boxers. I sat him down on our bed as I began to remove them.
Once his boxers were off and in the corner with the rest of his clothes, I kneeled on the carpet before him and was met with his cock. He was harder than I ever knew a man could get and he was massive. I was timid to bring my hand to it out of fear of hurting him. Chris noticed my apprehension and smiled.
“It’s okay (Y/N), you can touch it,” Chris coaxed while toying with the loose strands of my hair. His voice calmed me and made me feel a strange burning sensation deep within.
I smirked and slowly began to jerk my hand up and down his member. Chris groaned lightly with every stroke I gave to his thick cock. I trailed my tongue on the under base of his shaft, Chris throwing his head back in the process.
When I reached the top, I slowly took him in my mouth, inch by inch. I was stifling back my choking sounds until I finally reached the base of his shaft. I began to pick up a steady, quick pace as I took him in and out of my mouth repeatedly. His moans were raspy and deep and with every sound that escaped his lips, I felt my body growing warmer and warmer.
I felt Chris begin to tense up as his breaths grew more rapid and shallow. I knew he was reaching his climax soon. I was bobbing my head and sucking at an inhuman rate until I felt Chris spasming as his cum hit the back of my throat. It was surprisingly sweet. I swallowed it all and finally released Chris’ member from my mouth.
I arose from the floor and smirked at my boyfriend who was panting and hot. “You taste amazing,” I murmured in his ear. His cheeks flushed a bright maroon. With those words, Chris immediately flipped us over and skillfully unzipped my dress, throwing off to where his clothes resided.
Chris propped himself up as he began to marvel at my body. He locked his lips on mine and rid me of my bra. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he admired my breasts. He was staring at them for ages and just when I was about to cover my chest, he pulled my hands away and began to kiss my breasts.
No one had ever touched me in such a way before. I was overcome with elation as Chris sucked on my nipple, thumbing the other. I let out a shaky moan as I tangled my hands in my boyfriend’s ringlets of ink. I immediately realized what I had done and quickly threw my hands over my mouth. My cheeks flushed scarlet as I was overcome with embarrassment. Chris noticed the mortified expression on my face. He removed his lips from my breast brought them to my ear.
“It’s okay to moan if it feels nice. I want to know that I’m doing a good job,” Chris rasped while massaging my breasts. I gasped at his words. They were only words but they made the fire in my core grow stronger.
“What are you doing to me?” I groaned in ecstasy. He quirked an eyebrow and smiled.
“Has no one ever done this to you before?” He question, concern laced in his words.
“No, I’ve never felt this good before,” I mumbled, my cheeks flushing pink. I looked down to see Chris decorating my stomach with kisses. The kisses became slower and longer the closer he got to my panties. When he finally reached them, his emerald eyes bore into mine as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them off. My legs clamped shut out of bashfulness as he was met with my naked core.
His fingers drew patterns, slowly trailing them up my legs until he reached my aching core. When he did, he smirked mischievously as he gently separated my legs, revealing my pussy to him. He looked at it and grew a Cheshire grin. His eyes then bore into mine as he buried his face in between my legs. I gasped. I had never felt this much pleasure before.
“You taste just like candy,” Chris smiled as he began to kiss and lick at my clit even faster. My heart began skipping beats due to the mixture of his seductive voice and skilled tongue. Chris was eating me like I was a gourmet dish and he hadn’t eaten for days.
When I thought I couldn’t feel any more pleasure, Chris slipped one of his long, soft fingers in me. I squeaked and moaned as his tongue continued to quicken its pace and his finger explored my wetness.
“Does that feel good?” Chris hummed teasingly, adding another finger into my heat. I simply moaned as a response. He chuckled a little bit, obviously pleased with himself. He then proceeded to remove his fingers and tongue from my sensitive pussy. I whined and squirmed, I was so close.
I thought he was going to keep me hanging until he began thumbing my clit and he delved his tongue into my core. I gasped and gripped onto Chris’ hair as I felt a burning sense of euphoria rage through my body.
After I came down from my high, I panted as Chris slowly stroked his beautiful cock. Seeing my handsome boyfriend at the foot of our bed, jerking himself in front of me, his deep green eyes staring at me intensely, caused the familiar heat to return to my core. I was dazed.
“Please, Chris,” I moaned as I watched him masturbate in front of me. I wanted, no, needed, him to fuck me. He smiled, deciding that he had tortured me enough, and positioned himself at my dripping pussy.
He slowly pushed his giant cock in me as bliss overcame us. It took him a little bit to fully penetrate me. Not that I was complaining. His gentleness and concern were what made me want him so much more. He began to thrust experimentally, working out a pace that would work well for both of us.
“You’re so warm and tight,” Chris moaned as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. My heart began to pound faster with each thrust.
“Does it feel nice?” He asked as he quickened his pace. My cheeks were flushed beyond red at this point.
“Yes, you make me feel so full. Your cock is massive, Chris. I love it,” I stuttered. Chris’ eyes widened and he picked up his pace. His thrusts were becoming faster and sloppier as we fully took each other in. That was when I felt Chris hit a spot that evoked so much exhilaration within.
“Chris! Please do that again,” I begged. He complied and began to pound that spot mercilessly. With every thrust and every moan that escaped his lips, I felt myself nearing an edge more intense than before.
It was when Chris fully pulled out and then pushed himself back in with such a powerful force, hitting my sweet spot perfectly, that I reached my second orgasm. I moaned his name as I tightened around him and with that, Chris came too.
The raven-haired man pulled out of me and laid beside me after we rode off our highs. After we caught our breath, Chris cuddled me, using my chest as a pillow. I smiled as I lost my fingers in his ringlets.
“I love you so much Chris,” I murmured in his ear. He smiled sleepily and gave my lips a soft, sweet kiss.
“I love you too (Y/N),” Chris replied before we fell asleep.
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