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Heart For Brains

( Re8!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || your husband finally comes home || link to pt 1)

Seeing you again was the only motivation Chris had at this point.

Your smile, the way you said his name whenever you say you love him, the way you complimented his cooking, everything. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you away, away from all the man-made biological horrors that he had to fight off seemingly endlessly on each and every mission he went on.

Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.

He constantly worried about you and others before himself. He couldn't help it. He had a heart for a brain. He couldn't help wanting to protect everyone before himself. Even on missions, he thought about you. He's memorized your schedule at this point, most of the time when he isn't shooting the undead he thinks about what you're doing, even when he's in Europe and you're still at your shared home in America.

Seeing your face on his computer screen brought him back to the ground, the way your eyes softened at him made him feel mushy inside. The world was hard on him. You made him feel soft. "I miss you so much, dear. The bed feels painfully empty without you in it." You say, leaning onto your hand as you look back at Chris through your side of the screen. He always loved these little video chats with you. He loved hearing your sweet voice. The hardened man was practically putty around you. Your words melted him. "I miss you too, honey. You eat yet?" Chris asks, as always putting your needs before his own. Despite the fact that he was currently stationed in Europe and you safely at home.

You nod your head in reply. "Mhm, I did eat! Eggs and bacon." You reply back. "Isn't it like… 3 AM over there? Why do you care if I eat when you should be sleeping?" You ask, jokingly. Tilting your head as you lean on your hand. You always found it endearing the way he cared so much for you. But it also somewhat worried you. You made it your goal now to pamper your husband once he returns from his mission in Europe.

Chris chuckles along with you. "I can't help but worry, honey. You're at home all alone." He says in reply. "There isn't much going on here anyways." He murmurs, playfully scoffing. "How's your morning so far, babe?" He asks, leaning slightly toward his side of the screen. A shine in his eye as he hears you talk about your morning. Though your morning was uneventful, he listened intently, wanting to share that quiet life with you right there and then. No monsters. No guns. Just you and him, together. He can't wait to come back home and return back to you.

The day he came back to Europe was the same as always, the same routine of greeting Chris at the door, hugging him close to you, his much larger frame enveloping you into his. "I miss you, dear." You murmur softly, your head to his chest. "I miss you too, honey." Chris replies back, his nose taking in your familiar scent as the two of you embrace. The scent of home. The two of you share this exchange for a couple more minutes before you let go. "Let me help you with your bags, babe. You must be exhausted." You say, a hand reaching out to grab one of his duffel bags.

"No, no, I don't need your help." Chris quickly says, gently swatting your hand away. Even when arriving home, Chris didn't want you worrying for him or lifting a finger for him. He was stubbornly caring for everyone except himself. You sigh softly, deciding not to prod any further. You pull your hand away and hug your husband one last time before letting go.

"Just…decompress yourself and rest, okay?" Your eyes soften looking at your husband. You knew he needed a break. He knew that he needed a break, too. Chris grabs his bags without struggle, murmuring a small "Thanks, honey." As he walks into your shared bedroom, slowly unpacking his things from his duffle bags. You give Chris some time to get used to his surroundings again. Enough time to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. He was gone for a long while.

The feeling of being home again felt foreign to Chris. He felt like he didn't belong here.

He had gotten so used to the endless cycles of fighting, fighting to protect people, fighting to protect his friends. Fighting to protect you. He felt like he didn't deserve to be home again. He's pulled out of his own thoughts when he realizes that you're hugging him from behind. He also realizes he was staring blankly at the full body mirror in your shared bedroom. Chris chuckles softly at your attempt to wrap your arms around his muscular build fully. "What a sweet thing you are." He comments, shuffling himself to face you. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, honey." He says, easily scooping you up in his arms.

"All the right things, dear. I'm really glad you're home again." You reply, wrapping your arms around him for support. A small blush appears on Chris's face hearing your words. Knowing you cared for him. Not for his battle knowledge or his strength was enough to make small hearts appear in his eyes if that was humanly possible. Knowing you wanted him at home melted his heart.

He gently places you down on your shared bed, handling you carefully, almost like porcelain. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You were his drive to go on missions. He went through hell just to see you again, and it was worth it every time. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a normal bed. Let alone hold you in his arms. Chris wanted to change that.

"You were right about this bed being lonely without me. I forgot how big this thing is." He comments, a small chuckle leaving his chest. You smile softly, hearing his words, patting a spot next to you for him to lay down. He climbs next to you in bed, the bed frame shifting slightly under his weight. He slowly wraps his arms around you, sighing contently as he rests into the mattress. It's been a while since he's had a normal bed. Pulling you close to him, Chris kisses the crown of your head. "Love you, sweet thing." He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. "Love you too, babe." You reply back, hugging his shoulders as his hands rest right above your hips.

You lay your head comfortably on his broad chest. You both enjoy the silence together. Finally, you both had time alone. "...you're off your mission and you still wear your work clothes?" You say aloud, gesturing to one of his many, black turtlenecks. You couldn't tell if it was a fashion statement or a sign of how much working for the BSAA weighed on your husband's psyche. "They're comfortable, honey." Chris replies, his eyes fluttering open hearing your voice. He drifted off to sleep for a brief moment, just holding you in his arms. He was home.

You smile hearing his answer. "They sure do." You say in agreement, shifting in the bed so that you're facing him. Head still resting comfortably on his chest, your fingers trace over his muscles. "They make you look professional, babe." You add on your fingers slowly making their way up his arm, then to the collar of his turtleneck. The entire time, Chris had a small blush on his face. You really did make him soft. "T-thank you, honey." He quietly says back, his eyes darting between your fingers and your face. Despite being a hardened BSAA captain, he was a soft, putty mess around you. Easily moldable and malleable simply by your words and touch.

Your fingers rest near his collarbone until you gently tug down his turtleneck. This causes Chris's eyes to widen slightly. The small blush on his face spreads even more, the tips of his ears almost red.

He wasn't expecting this type of welcome home. Not at all.

Seeing this reaction out of your husband always surprised you. Chris Redfield, the expert on the living dead, the man who had a heart for a brain, got flustered simply by the way you spoke and your hands. Your eyes scan his neck, noting the way his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down. He was always so shy when it came to physical affection, yet he was proud to hold hands with you in public. Not taking a second thought to wrap his much bigger hand in yours.

"Kissing is more…intimate than holding hands, right, dear?" You ask, eyes darting up at Chris, who was still, completely red in the face. His hands cling to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Y-yes. It is more intimate than kissing, sweet thing." Chris replies, nodding his head a bit in agreement.

Slowly, you tug the collar of his turtleneck lower and lower until his neck is fully exposed. Chris's breathing hitches. The man was absolutely flustered now. Going from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear around you and only you. "H-honey…what are you doing?" He quietly asks, not stopping you at all. "Just…relax, dear. Let me calm you down, okay?" Chris slowly nods his head, letting your lips get closer to his neck. Your husband tenses up slightly as you get closer. He was so shy and yet craved physical affection from you. Especially after being away from you for so long.

Your lips gently pepper his neck in kisses, Chris loosens up, back pressed against the mattress. Relaxing as you kiss his neck. Two of your fingers are still tugging down his turtleneck collar as he speaks. "This…feels nice. You're really spoiling me, huh?" He comments, letting you do your work. All you do is hum in response. Your kisses turn more feverish as you trail up closer and closer to his jawline.

This must've unlocked something in Chris's brain. He immediately grabs you by the hips, though, still handling you gently like porcelain he places you in his lap. Your thighs squared his hips in, with you against his broad chest. He realizes what he had done in the heat of the moment, and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry, honey, I-I don't know what came over me." He quickly says, sounding genuinely apologetic. Hearing how sweet Chris sounded and how reddened his face was, you smiled softly. Pulling away from his neck, your eyes soften again. "Aw, it's okay, babe. No need to apologize to me over something like that." You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands. Your palms brush against his cheeks, the stubble on his beard tickling lightly against your skin.

His eyes glance at your lips, then back into yours. His own lips try to form words until you pull him for another round of kisses. You feverishly pepper kisses all over his face, making rounds and leaving small faint imprints of the lip balm you wore on his features. Your lips linger on the corners of his lips before you plant them softly on his. Chris sighs softly into the kiss, slowly pressing your hips down against his so you aren't awkwardly caging him in with your thighs. Even in a position like this, he still prioritized your comfort over his.

His hands rest on your hips again, relaxing like you requested him to as you do your work. You really meant it when you told him to relax. Your hands pull away from his face, placing them on his shoulders, your thumbs brush against the base of his neck. Chris leans into the kiss gently, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, still handling you softly as your shared kiss becomes more heated. One of his hands holds you in place by the back of your head, his fingers brush through your hair as he (somewhat) hungrily makes out with you.

He doesn't remember the last time he kissed you either. He missed the way you tasted. Chris wanted to change that, too.

Whenever he was on a video call with you, that thought lingered in the back of his mind. The way your lips tasted on his. His thoughts pooled into a puddle at first. In the back of his mind. That puddle has grown into another body of water entirely. Something much bigger.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, breath hot on your skin as he pulls away. The reddish tint that spread across his now, lip balm stained face slowly went down as he looked down at you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer for a hug.

"I love you, honey. Don't know what I'd do without kissing those lips of yours." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your neck softly. Open-mouthed kisses trail up your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft flesh. You chuckle softly, feeling the stubble against your neck. "I love you too, dear. That tickles." You comment as his kisses linger on your skin.

A small laugh leaves Chris as he pulls away from your neck after peppering kisses on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against one of your cheekbones. "You really are the sweetest thing, huh?" He says in a soft tone as he looks at you with the most love filled expression you've seen. He really did love you.

Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes set on you. And only you.

Resident Evil Masterlist

Started: 3/5/23

Last Updated: 3/8/23

Requests: Open

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Chris Redfield

Pre-Relationship HC's Relationship HC's

Leon Kennedy

Nothing here yet!

Note: I had a masterlist months ago, but I thought I fell out of resident evil for good. I was wrong. As I get into it more and re-familiarize myself with characters, I'll add more.

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What I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, wlw, gender neutral, etc.

What I wont write: Pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in something (it just becomes too much), being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.

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Here is my Grand Masterlist, where all of my fandoms are listed.

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Chris Redfield relationship HC's

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Content: Chris Redfield x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: All SFW

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Okay, we're pivoting off of this

After picking up Chris and some pizza, you two went back to your place

Chris had tried to drukenly confess to you while pizza was hanging out of his mouth, and in an effort to save his dignity, you gave him water and your bed, then told him to go to sleep.

He held onto your waist as he laid down, trying to beg you to stay. He looked like a kicked puppy, and he needed you. Giving in, you promised to stay if he actually went to bed and didn't try anything.

Chris fell asleep as soon as you settled down, and you followed suit.

In the morning, he was powering through a hangover while trying to confess his love to you

Understanding that last night wasn't just him drunkenly rambling to get into your pants, he found himself overjoyed when you confessed at having mutual affections

Chris is a very respectful boyfriend. He doesn't push you to do anything you don't want to do. He lets you decide the speed of the relationship, since I feel like he could go for anything.

Chris loves to kiss your cheeks, your lips, your hands, your forehead, everything. Once you start initiating kisses, it's game over for you lol

But he's really good at giving hugs and cuddles. He's like a big bear, and a fucking heater. You may need a fan on once you start cuddling.

He's very proud to be with you. He'll brag about you subtly to his friends, will want you to meet Claire, and at work he'll do subtle couple things to make a big show of your relationship.

Of course, its all in good fun. If you're not a fan of PDA, he wont do the work stuff and will respect your boundaries.

Very sweet guy, would give you the whole universe if he could. He also likes to surprise you with nice dates sometimes, especially if he's been away for a while

Speaking of, if he's away on a mission without you, he likes to surprise you when he comes home. He always comes home a day earlier than he says, and he manages to surprise you every single time. Always envelops you in a big bear hug and showers you in kisses.

If you've been away without him, he always waits for you with flowers, and is holding the biggest "welcome home!" banner there. He still holds you in a bear hug and showers you with kisses. It's cause he missed you and was afraid you were gonna die

He's a big goof that just loves you so much :3

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Warnings: Mentions of abuse (not specified), drug use (not specified), mental breakdown

Summary: This is a vent of mine. Chris Redfield finds you high in the shower after not speaking to him for a couple days. He thought you were done with drugs, but discovers you got high because you were having trouble with your PTSD and abusive father. He then helps you feel better.

Viewer discrestion is advised. Take care of yourselves.

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Chris moved up to the door. You hadn't been answering his texts or calls for days. That never meant anything good. Fiddling with his key ring for the spare key you gave him for emergencies, he noted to take off the keys he didn't need anymore once he left your place.

Finally finding the right one, he jammed it in the lock and unceremoniously shoved his way into your apartment. The lights were off, but he could hear a shower going in your bathroom. He took a quick peek at your current living space. Things were everywhere, the sink was crowded with dirty dishes, he guessed it had been like this for a little bit.

"(Y/n)?" He called out. "Hey, it's Chris. You uh, you didn't answer any of my texts or calls and I was getting worried."

No response. The shower continued. Growing suspicious, he made his way to the shower. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and right when he was about to knock a fourth time, your raspy voice sounded quietly through the door.

"Come in."

He did, and saw your curtains open. You were fully clothed but drenched head to toe. You looked tired, your lips were chapped, and your skin was pale.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" He reached over and turned off the water.

"No, turn it back on...my fucking..." You trailed off.

"Come on, let's go." He bent over and slung one limp arm over his shoulders before hauling you up and out of the tub. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Bad trip...thought...cold shower would help." Your head slumped, and when Chris tried to stand you up, your face just smashed into his chest.

Chris sighed. "Lets get you dried off, yeah? What even prompted you to get high? I thought you quit that."

"I did...but my fucking...my fucking dad came by..."

Chris knew that was the culprit. Your abusive father. Nodding, he helped you into your room, picked some oversized clothing for you to throw on (that absolutely weren't his) before handing you a towel. Nothing needed to be said, Chris knew well enough by now.

After changing into dry clothing and drying yourself off the best you could with a towel and high off your ass, you tried to stumble into the living room. More lights were on and it was fucking with your vision. Chris was putting some of your dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Oh no, no, don't do that...I can..."

"It's fine, you go sit down." Chris turned and gave you a charming smile over his shoulder.

You hesitated. Chris clicked his tongue. "Want company?"

You hesitantly nodded, not entirely sure. If you started having flashbacks again, you didn't want to get violent with your only source of comfort. But, before you could finish your thought process, Chris had abandoned the sink and guided you to your couch.

"Cuddle or no?"

"..." It suddenly hurt to speak.

Chris waited patiently for you to speak, or give him a hand signal. When you tapped his shoulder, he nodded. You just wanted to sit shoulder to shoulder. Chris patiently waited for you to talk, or not. He would wait for you forever if that's what you needed. He'll sit here as you begin to breakdown and cry, all of your worries and PTSD-ridden thoughts come spilling out. Chris listens, and listens, and listens. He doesn't say a single word. He just slowly begins to envelope you in a hug, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted to.

When his arms finally cage you in, you feel your tears begin to stop. You aren't close to calming down, but it definitely feels better like this. When you're done, Chris gives you a moment to see if you have anything else to say. When you're silent, he only says a sentence.

"I'm here, I've got you."

And do you feel damn safe in those fucking arms.

Warm me up, Captain - Chris Redfield (smut)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please + slight spoilers (RE village) I guess?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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"I'm so sick of this shit..." you sighed. You knew you couldn't give up on your efforts so easily, let alone so close to the goal. You had to find Ethan first to stop him from doing anything and no matter how many times you begged Chris to tell him the truth because Winters was known for never giving up, he refused to listen to you. What a stubborn man!

You chattered your teeth, it was so cold, much colder than you imagined in the Carpathians, in Romania. Although you were wrapped up in relatively warm winter clothes, it didn't change the fact that the snow and the freezing wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for you to move forward. Shivers kept running through your body. The only thing that kept you from being totally frozen was the activity, the running, the eliminating of enemies; it warmed you up.

"You look freezing... Are you going to be okay? "

"Yes, Captain. "

You had joined his team for good reason and you had fought to be one of the best, you didn't intend to let your fragility faced with temperatures get the better of you. When you entered Heisenberg's factory, that crazy German or Austrian guy, you quickly encountered enemies to take down and soon you found yourself running through this creepy place from the first to the last level... During the operation, the team members scattered, looking for the master of the place and possibly Miranda. Arriving at the fifth level, Chris and you decided to take a break and examine the tank at your disposal... Taking advantage of the calm and the refuge that the place offered for the moment, immersed in the darkness, you rubbed your arms in reaction to the shivers that ran down your spine.

"I'm going to look around, to see if there's anything interesting. " you indicated, in a solemn voice, in order to scan the place with your eyes. Then you started to look around, in case you find a weapon, ammunition, a grenade or something else. Why not find a new lead, which would allow you to meet your objectives much faster.

"A cartridge! "you exclaimed with a thin smile. You bent down to pick up the bullets and put them away, aware that you would need them. It wasn't out of the question that you might run out at some point.

Chris studying the tank, ready to call your name, turned and froze when his gaze lingered on your ass. Suddenly he felt hot and couldn't rest his gaze on that part of your body. You hadn't known each other for months, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was an older man with good taste in women. He had always thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an exciting position. He wished he could stroke your curves, fuck you here and hear your moans, even though it wasn't safe to do it here... Why was he imagining all this? Now? He wasn't a twenty year old with raging hormones anymore! While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock harden in his black pants.

"Shit..." he swore into his beard as he looked down at his nearly invisible boner before feeling himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to scroll through the most sickening images before his eyes that his brain could produce. His erection didn’t subside. When he opened his eyes, he swiveled slightly to the side, you had stood up and turned your beautiful and cute face towards him.

Without noticing his crotch problem thanks to the dim light and his dark pants, you moved closer to him, still rubbing your arms. It didn't escape his gaze and instinctively, he helped you to warm up with these frictions, much more efficient than you with his thick and chalky hands.

"T-Thank you, Captain..." you stammered, as your cheeks flushed with the closeness. You had always been attracted to Redfield, from the first time you saw him and talked to him. You liked everything about him: his kindness, his open-mindedness, his grumpy and stubborn side, his authority... Your face so close to his muscular chest, his hands on your arms, you dreamed of a simple hug, but you couldn't afford it... He was your superior! Suddenly, a bang and a shake from below pulled you out of your little bubble moment. You clung to his biceps, bumped into his chest and your lower abdomen pressed against his erection.

Your cheekbones flushed even more, if that's possible. You weren't that naive, you knew you were the reason for his erection. Your heart missed a beat. Your whole body was on fire. You had wanted Chris... for a long time. Some nights you dreamed of him, of him fucking you so hard. He was completely your type, even though you were in the middle of a major operation, you needed to kiss him, to enjoy the moment. Your breath quickened and you both stood up, bewildered

"I'm sorry, Y/N...” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, you wanted him to do everything you'd been dreaming of for months... Fuck you to the point you forget your own name.

"Kiss me." You cut him off, nervously. Was it right? No one could judge you at the time, but morally... You were a little confused. After all, he was your captain, your leader!

Without hesitation, Chris framed your face between his two thick, stubby hands. He pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. One of his hands slid to your waist as your tongues danced wildly. It didn't feel wrong. You were ecstatic. It was as if you had known him for years and trusted him with your heart. Desire... Something that was hard to avoid. Hands everywhere, seeking body heat, discovering a new body. You admired his toned chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with your fingertips, sensually.

It was a dangerous game to embark on a quick fuck, in such a place, that day, but you needed this. You couldn't imagine what was going to happen in the next few hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days... As much as possible, you needed to enjoy this sweet, sexual moment.

In a few moments, he ran his fingers over your body, pulled up your sweater, pulled down your bra to reveal your breasts, which he enjoyed titillating and kissing with fervor. Shivers ran through your whole body. Your pussy was getting wet and your wetness was sticking to the fabric of your panties. He got rid of your pants, while you opened his, lowered them, along with his boxers. With joy, you discovered a large and long veiny penis, reddish, twitching with desire. His kisses and embraces warmed your skin, feeling his lips brush against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to excite you like you'd never been before.

"Captain... Warm me up... I'm freezing..." you whispered in the hollow of his ear, mischievously.

His thumb traveled to your warm, wet center, between your thighs, before he gets ride of your panties. As he tickled your most sensitive part, you closed your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips. He was experienced, that was obvious. He varied the pressure and movements on your clit to bring you up to cloud nine. His expert fingers plunged into your warmth, coming to tickle your oh-so-sensitive vaginal walls, while you craved his huge cock. You were trembling and exuding desire. You bit your lower lip to avoid being loud, at the same time you felt your first orgasm rising and before you could reach it, he stopped his movements. You opened your eyelids and came to caress his erect, hard member, its red head, covered with precum... You salivated with impatience. You made some movements of back and forth with your hand and if you dreamed to suck him, to make him beg you to make him cum, you knew that you didn't have much time, but you kissed the tip. Sighs of pleasure, almost inaudible, passed the barrier of his lips, as he threw his head back.

"Let me warm you up, Y/N..."

Finally, he stopped you in your tracks and with a simple gesture, you jumped. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis as he supported you by your buttocks. With your back pressed against the wall behind you, you couldn't move as he was about to lead the way. The head of his pinkish cock titillated your wet, hot entrance, which begged him to take you. He knew how to drive you crazy, to the point where you dreamed of forcing him to impale you. Seeming to guess in your thoughts, to read in your eyes veiled with desire, he was in you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. You whined slightly together at the sensation. He let you adjust to his size before he began to move back and forth. The faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to stay quiet. With one hand, he pressed his hand against your mouth as you tightened your legs around his hips, one hand on his buttocks to push his member further into you while the other played with his hair. You were drunk with love, with sex.

“Faster… Harder…” you wanted to say.

He quickened the pace, so much so that the pleasure became intense. Raucous moans escaped from his lips as you sobbed against his hand. You were gradually approaching orgasm, both at the same pace... At that moment, we could just hear your skins snapping, your faint moans, and the sound of your juices.

"You feel so good... So tight…" he whispered.

As your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his rhythm, he pounded into you brutally and it didn't take him long to ride his own orgasm. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot cum pour into your clenching pussy, filling you completely. Gradually, his movements stopped, although he was still supporting you... He finally withdrew, as droplets of his semen flowed from your orifice, reddened, until then martyred by his cock. A smile of satisfaction and euphoria stretched his lips.

"We should do this again when we leave this fucking village. " he annouced while sending you a wink.

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I'm gonna accept a few requests for Leon, Chris and Wesker, so don't hesitate if you have an idea (you can check my last work to make sure you like my writings) 💜

P.S : English isn't my first language

Body heat - Chris Redfield x reader

Request: Can you do a hate sex with Chris redfield x reader?

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Love was something particular. It could send jolts of happiness or break you in every way possible.

When Chris was younger, he was a heartbreaker, he would just have sexfriends and not give a shit. He thought he wasn't made to be in a relationship and many women hated him for that. Even with Jill, and all the sexual tension around them, he never made a move, because of the fear of breaking their friendship. Yet, he did try to be in a relationship with someone, but each time, it was a failure for the simple reason that these women didn't have the same pace of life as him. They blamed him for never being around, for being too tired to do a lot of things. They didn't understand him. He was just a sort of coin purse in their eyes.

The years passed and the hookups followed. Romantic, isn't it?

The missions, too. 

During his career, he had seen enemies and colleagues.

Y/N was... special. She was the partner he avoided the most, because she annoyed him so much. She annoyed him because she was often right. She didn't see things in black and white, she saw in grey. She was able to mitigate all situations. Even the enemies, she always found a reason for their actions. Even Wesker! What had she said last time? "Oh, you know Chris, he was raised by Umbrella. How can this man have been an angel? Who's to say we wouldn't have been the same, in his place?". 

She was confident and talented, into the bargain. He loved seeing the way her hips rolled, just like her butt, and watching the way a bead of sweat could roll down her delicate epidermis, between her breasts, after a long workout or stopping a bioweapons salesman. In short, she was hot and sexy. Yet he hated her for the little cutting remarks qhe she sent his way.

"Come on, Chris! I understand you're close to retirement, but you could go faster!" or "Stop looking at me like you're gonna pounce on me... Well, pounce, but not in that way at least."

She was doing everything to drive him crazy.

Now they were on a new mission, in the middle of winter, in Estonia. It had been a long time since Chris had been confronted with such a bitter cold. The snow never stopped falling and while it provided them with breathtaking scenery, the cold was biting his skin. Around them, blood soaked the beautiful white coat that covered the greenery and the asphalt. This little village was, shall we say... wild. Like the mission in Leon, Spain, in 2004. As much as to say, the villagers hadn’t been very welcoming. Not to help, you had no choice but to cross a frozen lake, on foot, taking huge risks. A few meters before you reached dry land, the ice gave way under your feet and you sank into the icy water. You had felt as if thousands of blade blades were sinking into your bodies, so painful was it.

"I told you we had to go around!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

You were walking along, shivering, just out of the lake. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, despite your uncontrollable teeth chattering.

"And we would have lost a good two hours! Stop yelling!"

"We could literally freeze to death! You don't realize!"

This time you were wrong, but there was no way you were going to admit it to inflate Chris Fucking Redfield's ego.

"Shut up, Redfield, or I'm gonna put one of your cigarettes in your ass, lightened up, so you won’t have to complain anymore about the cold!"

He huffed loudly like a teenager, while you just ignored him. 

Soon, you met an old man, a survivor of this massacre, who had not been contaminated by the virus, since he lived far away, between the village and the laboratories you had to inspect, in the hope of finding those responsible for this plague. That good man had left you his little wooden hut and lit the fireplace in his small living room to keep you warm, with animal fur coats, much warmer than your clothes. You were ahead of your mission and had time to spend a few hours in the warmth, the time for your clothes to dry as well as you, otherwise death would come and take you.

When you returned to the living room, wrapped in furs, you saw that Chris had done the same thing. You found yourself naked underneath and despite the warmth of the room, you were still shivering from the cold. With an expert glance, you noticed that your partner was shivering as much as you were. You sat down next to him on the sofa and observed his features, as well as the part of his torso that was revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless countless times, but you couldn't believe that a man of his age could still be so handsome and attractive. Too bad he was just a stubborn man who refused to trust you and listen to you.

But as the evening began, you had to put aside the acrimony between you two. You were both frozen and you knew of only one more solution, at this point... Delicately, you moved closer to him, until you glued to him.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, before turning his head towards you.

You plunged your gaze into his and offered him your most innocent look, while one of your hands caressed his biceps.

"I'm cold, so I'm trying to warm up."

"Mmmmh..."

Delicately, you let the furs slide over your shoulders to expose them and create a plunging neckline on your chest, while you revealed enough of your thighs. Of course, his eyes followed your movements and you noticed his breathing quicken.

"Y/N..."

"Chris..." you teased him, mimicking him.

"What game are you playing, exactly?"

"The one where we warm each other up."

He parted his lips, somewhat surprised and shook his head, when he understood what you were getting at.

"Nope."

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want us to be able to stick together to increase our body heat."

"Fine." he grumbled. 

Without a warning, you climbed astride his upper thighs, at the edge of his crotch and removed the furs that were a barrier to your skins. A mischievous smile appeared on your face when you noticed that he was half hard. With the help of the blankets, you locked yourself inside them with him, and you placed your bare chest against his chest. Gently, you slid your hand down his chest. Suddenly, a heat spread in your lower belly. The man came to stroke the bottom of your back, at the limit of your buttocks.

"I think your thick and long friend down there like me, unlike you..." you whispered in his ear.

As an answer, he groaned, while you shifted a little, now your womanhood close to his friend.

"What if I do... this."

You started to roll your hips, your pussy grazing his hardening cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, probably wrestling against himself to prevent his dick from getting hard... But it was too late. 

Suddenly, his thick calloused hands grabbed your hips and he pushed you against his cock.

"You wanna play, Y/N? Let's play!"

His hands forced you against him, making you shudder as sighs of desire escaped your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and now, he was completely hard. Without mercy, he placed kisses on your neck and chest, before nibbling your skin, especially your hardened nipples. Yet you kept moving on his cock. One of his hands titillated your swollen clit with an expert touch that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as your hips continued to undulate on their own. The bastard was even more talented than you'd imagined...

"Fuck... Chris..."

"Shut up, L/N."

You bit your lower lip, as he was relentless on your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm... Until he stopped, removing his fingers.

"What the...?"

"We're playing according to my rules now. You don't get to orgasm." he groaned before he made you lay on the couch. 

"Jerk me." he ordered with a stern voice.

You looked at his thick veiny cock, red at the tip, begging you to be touched. When you took him in your hands, starting to stroke it, it twiched and Redfield sighed. You started to jerk him, looking at him in the eyes, as a provocation, with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, but you're so fucking hot and perf..." he stopped himself and groaned.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Redfield."

You played with his cock, straightening in order to give him a blowjob, but he made you lay again. Before you could understand what was happening, he got your legs bending on your belly and pushed his hard cock inside you. You moaned at the same time. It felt so good, amazing. 

He began to pound you with his back, faster and faster, making you moan with pleasure, so much so that you forgot the existence of the old man, who had gone to look for some wood, close to the house. You slid a hand over his stomach and watched the way his muscles rolled over his skin. He was incredibly sexy, you couldn't deny it. The way he was fucking you, he was bringing out his resentment and that made the sex better! He was almost brutal.

"You're so big..."

"And you're so fucking tight... Feels amazing... You don't deserve this amazing pussy."

His eyes closed tight, his hair wet and beads of sweat mixed with the water from the lake, he looked like a demi-god. His long, thick cock kept thrusting inside you. The pleasure was more and more powerful, intense. You moaned his name as if your life depended on it. He was touching the best point in you, bringing you closer to your orgasm again. The brutality of his movements indicated that he was also getting closer to his climax. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the living room. About to cum, he pulled out and sent you a victorious smile.

"Oh Redfield, don't play something like that with me..."

You smirked and grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to impale you again with a grunt. To prevent him from breaking free of your grip, you dug your nails into his back.

"Don't stop... Make me cum, finally show me you're a man!"

Considering the insult to his masculinity, he picked up the pace and this time, the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your whole body shuddered. Your screams of pleasure echoed through the house. Your tight vagina tightened around his cock, drawing ragged moans from him. His cock twitched as he squeezed your thighs harder. Finally, he poured into you in five hot streams of cum, spurting against your walls. 

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck..." he groaned.

He stayed inside you for a moment, gazing into yours as you smiled.

"I can confirm, you may be a man... But you'll still have to prove it to me, so I can be sure..." 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched his seed dripping out of your vagina, the sight was so erotic that he was ready to torment your vagina once again.

"So fucking hot... And we still have time for another round."

Hate sex was always the best. And if love was something particular, sexual attraction towards the person that annoys you is something indefinable.

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Hybrid Owner! Chris Redfield X Hybrid! User

Today was the day.

Chris had finally found enough time to adopt you from his local shelter. He’d been doing his research on hybrids for months and he’s been excited to bring you to his home.

You sat next to him with an adorable smile on your face as Chris sat in the driver’s seat of his car. He looked over at you with a soft grin and reached over to pet your head.

“You’re so pretty, such a beautiful thing!” He muttered to himself as he watched your happy expressions.

Merry CHRIStmas

Oh my god I beg you to write about Chris redfield and the reader being on the same team and him being so touch starved, he slowly loses control every passing day. Idk if it makes sense but the idea of the Dom undertone with him leading his team got me frothing

I had this idea for a while now and I was waiting for this, honestly. Thank you so much for your request 💜🤤

heyyy i saw that your reqs are open and you write for Leon and I was wondering if you write for him in RE4 just so I know what I can request lovey. -OwO

YESS I DEF WRITE FOR HIM ! You can send me anything you want honey 😍

Holiday With Alpha

This is a part of The Alpha series

A/N- This isn't new , I had published this one on AO3 before but since I couldn't write anything today I thought maybe this would be okay for now. I will be publishing a request tomorrow which is for Chris Redfield and I'm so excited for it!! I really hope you like it 💜 Also your feedbacks are so important to me so please comment what you think!

Warnings- Praise kink, Dom/Sub , Dom!Chris , Daddy!Chris , daddykink. ( Let me know If I missed one please ;) )

Summary-Reader offers Chris to take a vacation to get some rest. Chris doesn't take kindly to it at first, but later accepts it through someone and Reader and him have a good time on vacation.

For the first time in a long time, Chris was able to get up from work and the first thing you told him when he got home was that you wanted to take a vacation. You knew how tired Chris was at work and you wanted to take a vacation to relax him a bit and reduce his stress level. Chris understood what you meant but he didn't want to leave the house even on his vacation day in case something sudden happened at work but after you talked to him you secretly called the most sensitive person on his team - Emily - and talked about vacation plans. She knew very well how hard her captain was working and the only reason you told her was that you thought she could talk to Chris because Emily is a woman and she takes things more casually. And so she did. Because after you talked to Emily, Chris's phone rang and he started listening to Emily with a frown and grunt. Even though you were careful not to look at him after his speech was over, it didn't go unnoticed that he got up from your side and went upstairs.

Like you, you thought he had a vacation plan because you worked just as hard as Chris, and as if that wasn't enough, you came home and did the housework, but of course nobody was forcing you to do it because Chris and you were living such a comfortable life that nobody cared. Every now and then, Claire would call and tell you she was coming with Leon, and you'd usually be home alone and quickly tidy up the messy house and head into the kitchen to set the perfect table for them and your husband. Lucky for you, Claire and Leon had easygoing personalities like you, so you didn't have to worry too much.

After Chris got up and left, you were undecided whether to follow him or not, but because you were wondering what he was thinking, you followed him and when you came to your bedroom where you were staying together, you saw that he had already taken out the suitcases and prepared his clothes. Surprised, it's almost as if Chris didn't prepare like this for going anywhere other than not going anywhere but work and packing up on the way there. Never. When you opened the ajar door and walked in, his eyes turned towards you and he smiled warmly. You returned his smile and opened your arms to hug him, wrapping your tiny arms around his huge, warm body. Hugging him always made you feel so good because Chris was the best hugger in the world and no one could argue otherwise.

" I thought we weren't going. So what's the rush? " He gave you a small laugh and placed a kiss on your forehead. " Why? Can't I prepare the things we need for our holiday? " Of course he could, but it wasn't very Chris and that's what really surprised you. " Of course you can but did anybody say something to you because you've been acting a bit strange for a few minutes. '' He nodded his head in the sense of 'I understand' and without leaving you, he held your waist tightly and brought you to his level and took you in his lap. Even though you were a little embarrassed about what he did, you still kept quiet about enjoying this Chris. " Let's say someone has blown my mind. " You chuckled and started to kiss him passionately, taking your lips between his. “Do you have any idea where we are going?” He took you off his lap, pulled some papers out of his work bag, and threw them on the bed. “You may choose where would you like to go, and I'll follow.” You followed suit, closing your eyes and randomly choosing one of the brochures. Even if Chris didn't want to show it, he liked your attitude, and you did it to entertain him a bit and get rid of his work fatigue. You opened your eyes to see a place you never expected, you looked at Chris and shook your head. " No it's so expensive Chris- I mean, yeah we both work but it's-it's a lot " Chris left what he was doing , came to your side, took both of your hands, brought his lips to them and gave a long kiss. " As long as I have you, as long as you have me, it doesn't matter what it is. Don't worry about it baby, we'll work it out, together. But for now, let's focus on the fun part, shall we?"

The next day, you hurriedly packed your suitcases with Chris' help and drank a cup of coffee while you were waiting for the taxi to arrive.

‘’ I still can’t believe we’re going on a holiday. It feels.. ‘’

‘’ Different. Yeah I know. And I totally get why you want to go to holiday so bad and I’m sorry I haven’t made any time for you. ‘’ Chris was partially right about what he said because his work was so busy that you didn't want to keep him from his job, but on the other hand, your financial situation was good enough and you both needed a distraction. You were glad Chris understood that. You snuggled closer to Chris sitting next to you, inhaling his masculine scent and poking your head into his neck. Chris grinned at that, but he let you snuggle even closer, squeezing you under his arm. No matter how much you wanted at that moment to just sit and snuggle with him, the taxi would come at any time, but you had no intention of getting up.

‘’ You really wanna tease me right now, doll? ‘’ It wasn't your intention to do this to him, it was just a small thank you for taking you on vacation, but you had an unbelievable sensitivity to this man. Chris was such a person that he could make the person in front of him do whatever he wanted, and he gave severe punishments to those who did not. You once witnessed him give someone from his team a thousand laps as a full penalty, and, likely, that person has never been on Chris' word since then. Remembering this made you want to giggle, but you suppressed it and got yourself out of Chris's arms to straighten your posture.

‘’ What would you do about it? ‘’ Chris must have not understood, as he raised his eyebrows and told you to repeat what you said. ‘’ What would you do If I were a tease to you? I mean the cap is on his way, so we don’t have time-‘’ ‘’Who said we don’t have ‘time’ ‘’ You knew what he meant by the grin on his face and you were sure he would take it out on you when you got to the hotel, he could have fucked you in the elevator before you even got to your hotel room, but you didn't think Chris would do something like that in a public place and you knew he would call it disrespectful. Although Chris was a very stricted man at work, the same was true at home because he needed to maintain his form somehow and had no tolerance for indiscipline.

With that stupid grin on his face, he pulled you into his arms and placed kisses all over your face, starting from your ear. Your laughter was heard almost throughout the house, and it was very likely that they heard it from the outside as well. While you were bickering with each other for a few minutes, the house bell rang as you straightened up and took one of the suitcases by the door. You didn't get much because you were staying for three days on vacation, and it wasn't necessary because you weren't going there to impress anyone or rush from party to party, you were going to relax, to finding peace, and having a man like Chris Redfield by your side made you a pretty lucky person in that case.

Although your trip was enjoyable, you were a little bored while Chris was sleeping since you hadn't boarded with a plane for a long time and all you did was listen to music.

When you opened your playlist, you came across Taylor Swift's Love Story and this song reminded you of your relationship with Chris because you were in a cafe the day you met him and a young girl was playing this song acoustically. When you couldn't stand to sing because you knew the song, everyone except Chris yelled at you, but Chris came to you and talked about how beautiful your voice was. Of course, when a burly person like Chris came near you, you trembled a little, but when he sat next to you and introduced himself, you were relieved and your love started like this.

When you got to your room at the hotel, you both threw yourself on the bed and slept until the evening, sometimes you slept or talked. When you woke up the next morning, you felt a weight on you. You tried to push him away, but he was sleeping so deeply that he wouldn't even wake up. So you decided to provoke him a little and reached out and touched his dick. In response, Chris fidgeted a little uncomfortably, then a moaning sound came out of his mouth. You were encouraged by this, and you went even further, running your hand through his shorts and stroking him over his boxer. Most likely he was dreaming about you touching him in his wildest dreams at that moment, but if he had woken up, you definitely wouldn't have gotten away with it. You blushed at the thought of that, and just as you were about to take your hand off him, he grabbed your hand hard and moved it forward for you to put it back in the same place.

‘’ Either you do it, or I’ll have to punish you for it. You choose.’’ You loved his sleepy voice and you almost let out a groan with enthusiasm when you decided to force yourself to go back to what you were doing. You stroked it gently at first and then took it completely in your hand and slid your hand up and down. To make it easier for you to do this, Chris finally got up from you and reached over, pulled you into his lap. He licked his lips and kissed you passionately, while keeping his hands on your hips as you moved your hips back and forth. Only kissing sounds and your moaning could be heard in the room, which made you more aroused. Chris gave up on the move, tossed you to the side, climbed on top of you and kissed you from your neck to your breasts. You, not inferior to him, took his face in your hands and pressed them to your lips again. After a few minutes of kissing,

Chris pulled away from your lips and took off your thin T-shirt, continuing to place seductive kisses down your breasts, up to your navel and into your vaginal area. You couldn't take it so much that you pulled at Chris' hair and let out a loud groan, the breath you had been holding for two minutes.

‘’ Please Chris… I can’t. ‘’ While playing with your vagina, Chris gave you an even more infuriating look from the corner of his eye and continued to provoke you. ‘’ What do you want? Tell me what you need baby. Beg for it more. ‘’ You were raising your voice more and more as he progressed, and now you wanted to touch him too. '’ Please, Chris please I want to touch you too. It’s- ahh fuck it’s too much Chris.’’ Chris finally listened to you and took off his shorts and boxer and threw it aside, running his dick around your hole, waiting for you to beg more before he got in. '' What’s my name? ’’ ’ Daddy. Daddy please…’’ ‘’ What do you want?’’ ‘’ I want you please daddy. ‘'Without waiting any longer, Chris groaned quickly and went inside. You could hear the groaning and the slapping of your bodies as he went in and out.

‘’ Ahh fuck I can’t believe we’ve waited for this until this time. Fuck, babygirl you feel so good,so fucking good. ‘’ ‘’ Daddy, you feel so good too daddy. ‘' ' He was playing with your boobs as he went in and out even faster, and it drove you crazy enough. You knew as soon as he trembled that he was getting close to having an orgasm, and even though you signaled for him to come out, he didn't and continued to fuck you until you both came. You had only one question on your mind as you both lay there and hugged each other, exhausted at the end of this. If Chris dies one day while on mission, how would you take care of your unborn child on your own? At the thought of that, you snuggled closer to Chris and unconsciously felt a tear fall from your eye. Chris noticed this and countered your sting and took you in his arms. ‘’ What’s bothering you, doll? ’’ You decided to take a deep breath and tell him about the trouble you were holding inside. ‘’ It’s just, you know , I don't know how I'm going to get out of this if we have a kid and you die while you're on a mission. You may call me a freak but- ‘’ He grabbed by your chin, stared into your eyes, and as he smiled like he'd never smiled before, you felt something melt inside you.‘’ I can’t guarantee that but I promise I’ll be careful, sweetheart. ‘’ It would be foolish not to trust him any longer when you have entrusted him with your life. Whatever Chris Redfield did, whatever he said was right for you, and no one could argue otherwise.

That day went so well after the words he said that you felt as if you were in a fairy tale and you, the princess, had finally found your prince, and you never expected that this holiday would go like this. Good thing you were with Chris and hoped it would stay like this forever

Sneaky Alpha

      This is a part of the Alpha series.

  A/N- This man literally steals my heart every time I write for him. Help.I’m sorry for my grammar mistakes, my main language isn’t English.

 Request from- @mxrsviper  I really hope you like it, honey <3

​  Warnings- daddy kink, dom/sub, smut, fingering, oral (male receiving ) , praise kink 

  Summary- Reader has been with the Chris’ squad for 2 years now and Chris is slowly loosing control over her. He is so touch starved that he can’t help but find himself touching her in the middle of their workout sessions.

  The desire to belong somewhere. To be ruled by someone, to put order in your life, to help people or in other words , to save the world. This is something you had seen and wanted from your father since you were little. But the most important was the trauma you went through. Your mother died when you were very young, and you were so enamored of your father that saving people like him was just amazing for you to wear the gorgeous matte and black yet stylish outfits he wore. After your father died in an office where he served, all you had left of him was to do the things he did, which was actually what you wanted since you were little.

 Your father worked in many places, but he was not always successful. Either he was fired or his life was put at great risk, as in the last assignment. You didn't stay in one place too long because you didn't want the same thing to happen to you. But you finally found the place where you wanted to stop.   The day you went on vacation with your friends was like a dungeon again. People were running around, shouting and not stopping. At that moment, you remembered what your father did. What you wanted. That's when it hit you. Now was your turn.

  After you let the people calm down for a while, you took them to a safe place, and a few hours later , the supervisiors arrived, which you would have never guessed would change your life. The friendliest of them all, Emily, codename Tundra, worked hard to get you into the Hound Wolf Squad. Apparently their leader didn't immediately fully trust a person, but the others in the group instantly warmed up to you and formally begged their leader - Chris - to join the group.  You were content with a few things you got from your father, although you didn't have much ingenuity. You were someone who knew how to use a gun, how to use a knife, and how to be serious when appropriate. Chris was looking for just such a person. Although the man couldn't quite make up his mind right away, he eventually gave up and after a little practice, he realized that you were reliable and recruited you to his team.

  Your courage, your reliability, your seriousness when appropriate, your funny jokes, your beauty seemed to had fascinated him. He never told you that he noticed these in you, but even though the serious expression on his face was hanging on, you could notice that those eyes were shining when he looked at you.

  You had another exercise that day, and you rushed out of your dorm room so you wouldn't be late. Frankly, you were a little afraid of Chris. Maybe there was a soft disposition under his angry expression, but still you tried your best. The man's gaze on you was too obvious to ignore. Sometimes you wondered if the others were noticing it, too. You wanted to ask Emily this, but you thought it wouldn't be appropriate, so you dismissed the idea.

  “Y/N focus. “ You were snapped out of your thoughts by Chris' harsh tone and immediately shook yourself off and continued your workout. You had to work even harder that day because you were going on a new missions a few days later. Chris said that this task was not easy at all, and he emphatically recommended that you renew your energy. As if that was very possible because of him.   “Yes, sir. I'm sorry. “

  You had decided to warm up a bit before moving on to another exercise machine. After completing your warm-up by taking deep breaths, you went to the dumbbells and took the one that suits you.   “ You have to take it right, Y/N or you'll hurt yourself. “As Chris spoke, you lifted your face from the dumbbell and looked at the man in front of you. Sometimes you wanted to erase that knowledgable expression on his face, and sometimes you would curse yourself for helping you and thinking about it. The man just wanted to help. He was helping you the most, or that was another matter, of course.

 “ Here, let me show you. Bend down on a squat position. “ You did what he said. He took the dumbbells in his hand without any difficulty and went behind you and stretched your arms to both sides. “Just take one, now. “ You staggered with the weight of the dumbbell in your hand, but you managed to stay stable again. “ Now this one. “ When you took them both in your hands and stretched   out in front of you, he  hit you on the shoulder. He stepped forward to see how you were doing.   This was a position that you struggled with, but did not stop working in even though you were struggling. It might had looked easy when Chris was doing it, but it wasn't easy when you were doing it. Gritting your teeth, you pulled the dumbbells up. You suddenly threw the dumbbell to the ground and groaned in pain, as the pain came from the muscle in your right arm. “ You haven't fully healed, huh? What did I tell you, Y/N? I told you- “ “ You told me to do this one after I healed completely, sir. Yeah I know. I'm sorry. “

  “ Stop saying sorry and drop it. You can do it another time. “ You nooded your head and slowly lowered the dumbbell in your other hand to the floor, not like the other one. Since you injured your right arm in the last mission, your arm was continuing to hurt and cramps excruciatingly. You, on the other hand, continued without heeding it, but this did not escape the leader's notice. Nothing escaped his notice.

  “ Come here. I'll show you what else you can do. “After following him into the middle of the room you pulled back a little when you saw him picking up his boxing gloves. How did he expect you to hit him? After he handed you the gloves, he slipped the thick sheets over his fingers and clapped  hands together. “ Since you're sensitive on your right hand, I figured you might do something like this. It's just a practice to see how you're doing with it in case something happens on a mission. You can get wounded or worse. “ He was right, but you've never hit a big body like him until now.

 “ How is she even supposed to hit you, boss? You're basically a rock. “ You and the other members laughed at this thing from your team, but Chris just rolled his eyes. “ You keep going, Y/N. “ 

  You took a deep breath and took one last look at the burly man in front of you and swung your solid arm at him. When he pulled back, it caused you to stumble forward. You did not give up and continued. Every time you swung an  arm, he would either back off or let you hit him. That stupid grin on his face never ceased. You already knew you had done something wrong the last time you swung your arm at him because instead of hitting his arm, your arm was somehow aiming for his nose. The man staggered back in pain and dropped the sheets he was holding onto the floor, clutching his nose.  The other members were not alarmed at all, smiling at you, watching with curiosity what would be his next step. They had a reason to laugh. They knew their leader very well.

 “ S-Sir I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- ” Before you could even get close to him and see what's wrong, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, quickly laying you down hard. The members' laughter sounded from his side. Again, you managed to be disgraced in front of Alpha. Once again, you realized that it was difficult to beat him. You groaned in pain as you fell hard to the ground, and you tried to get up, but you couldn't succeed. Chris came to your head and bowed.

  “ Don't ever let your guard down, girl, understand? “ You looked angrily and took his outstretched hand, letting him lift you. But he didn't know you had a game too. When he least expected it, you moved your elbow to the most sensitive part of his stomach. He pulled back and squirmed so you quickly jumped on top of him and sat on his stomach. You didn't actually plan this now. It had been your dream for a long time to knock the man down. Knock him down, sit on him, and touch his shield swelling. It was something that would have been the last if no one had been there at that very moment.  “ I'm sorry, Chris but I had to. “ You snickered, winked. Just as you were about to get up, he grabbed your waist and knocked you down again with the same intensity as he had just done. He didn't hold his arms on you, put them on either side of you and tried to get support from there. “ Sorry, Y/N but I had to. “He never knew the effect hehad on you. How much you wanted to touch him, to take his face in your hands and press your lips to his.

  If there was one thing you didn't know, it was that Chris felt the same way. The man hadn't interfered with you much until now, his hands were always at his sides, either waiting for you to touch him or just standing there doing nothing.  You couldn't help but stare when you saw how his swelling was swelling up when he was on top of you. It was noticeable, you had to admit.   He got up without saying a word and quickly walked out the exit door. The door slammed shut behind him and you just stood there and watched him go.

 “Well, that was weird. “  said Emily. She came up to you and grabbed you by the arms. After thanking her, you decided to leave the room and take a shower. This gravitational pull between you had suffocated you enough and you needed some relief.

  You entered the shower area of ​​the room and slowly began to take off your clothes. Your face was still red from the fact that you were facing Chris. The pain between your legs wasn't helping much either. Even if you tried to erase that moment from your mind, you could not succeed. His muscular body above you made you let go. Touching those muscles, his body and kissing him madly.  You jumped when the door suddenly opened. When you turned around naked, you saw Alpha standing there with her dick swollen and his eyes wide. You took a step back and stopped. He walked slowly towards you, didn't say anything, just grabbed your waist and pressed you against him. You could now feel the cock between your legs.

  “ Do you even realize what you do to me? “  he said at last. You shook your head no, waiting for him to speak. “ I've been waiting for you to come to me, to touch me. Oh yeah I've waited for you for so long. “ When you heard what the Leader said, you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it. All this time, you had  always been chasing him, doing what he wanted, being at his disposal, and didn't you realize that he wanted you? “ You didn't give me sign. I- " " I didn't give you a sign? Here.” He took your hand in his big ones and brought it to his swelling. “ Isn't that enough for you? “

  “ C-Chris, I don't know what to say. “

 “ Don't say anything, baby. Just let me touch you. Please “ The man closed his eyes in pain. He wanted you to touch him so much that he almost exploded there. No, you were never idle to your leader. Someone would have to be a fool not to see his charm. You did everything in your power to make him appreciate you, to praise you. You knew that when he praised you, the twitching and the pain between your legs increased. You've wanted him for a long time.

 “ I've waited for you too, Sir. “ He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. You brought your hand, still above the swelling, up a little and lowered the zipper. You knelt down and unfastened his belt in slow motions, as if tormenting him. You couldn't believe your eyes when you eagerly pulled down his pants with his boxer. It was bigger than you thought. “ Take it like a good girl, Y/N. come on. “ You nodded and brought your hands to his cock and picked it up. How big it was in your little hands, and it was so swollen.

  You put your mouth to the tip, started sucking, and occasionally gave small kisses. When you felt ready, you opened your mouth and took it in your mouth.   The veins on his cock that was in your mouth were pulsing and he was almost begging to come.

 “ Oh shit. Yes Y/N , keep going. That's a good girl. “ You groaned against it without removing the bigness inside your mouth. The vibration just hit his dick and he snarled. “ Fuck doll, you're doing so good for me. “ You didn't take your mouth off him once. You continued to suck. The saliva that accumulated in your mouth began to flow down your chin and bother you. You didn't care. You sighed and took a deep breath when you knew from the trembling legs that Chris was going to ejaculate. Chris pulled the wet hair out of your way.

 “ Come here, little one. Let me pleasure you. “You stood up and let Chris pick you up and sit you on the sink. “ Do you allow me? “ You nodded, but that wasn't enough for Chris. “Speak up, girl. Let me hear you. “  “Y-Yes sir. Please touch me. “ He pulled his trousers down, took it off at his ankles, and threw it across a room. “ Ass up. “ You watched with great impatience as you lifted your hips a little higher and pulled off your panties. You needed those fingers right in that  moment. You brought your hands to his and pressed into your warmth. “Please Sir. “

 “ Please what, Y/N? ”

 “ Please touch me sir. “

   “What's my name, little one? come on. You can do better than Sir. I know it “   Even though there were many names you made up for him, you knew a name that suited him very well. It was a name that portrayed his dominance. “ Please daddy. Please touch me daddy, please. He pressed his lips to yours,  leaned over  and unable wait any longer. His kiss wasn't soft, but rather hasty and sensual, as if he was now taking his pain out because he hadn't touched you in a long time.

   He held his middle finger right to your hole. You pushed your hips up against him, as if wanting more. “ Shhh baby. It's okay. Be patient. “ No, you couldn't be patient. You couldn't be patient with that man's finger right in your hole. You wanted more, so you were impatient. You wanted him too much. insanely. “ No daddy please, I want it now. “  you said, pursing your lips. Chris let out a curse under his breath and slowly inserted his finger, afraid to hurt you. He was so different from the other men that his fingers were huge, almost filling you. But he knew you couldn't be satisfied with just one finger.   Your moans increased as he started move his finger  back and forth, and you turned your head towards the chest of the big man who was now right next to you. You laid your head on him. Your hands did not stay in one place. Going a little further, poking his muscles from under his shirt, you lifted his shirt halfway up and planted kisses.

 “Daddy I'm gonna cum. “

 “Go on baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy. “ You came hard after those sexy and flattering words. Chris took his fingers away from you, brought them directly to his cock, pumped a little, then rubbed up and down your clit to prepare you. It felt so good that you closed your eyes and focused only on the moment. “ Open your eyes and look at me. “ You have opened your eyes to your command. You looked down and realized that Chris was right in your hole, trying to get inside. He didn't need to be so gentle. You wanted him to break you.  “ C-Chris please. Don't tease me. “As you said that, he rushed inside of you, you both groaned at the same time and threw your head back. He placed kisses on your open neck and moved towards your mouth, pressing his lips to yours. Although his tides were slow at first, he later began to increase his speed.

 “ You're so tight, babygirl. But your pussy was totally made for me, right? You're daddy's girl, right baby. “ You nodded enthusiastically. The man's size was better than you had imagined, it felt better. You were ecstatic, and the only sound in the room could be your bodies colliding, your moans, and the occasional growls of Chris. You were getting horny with his voice.

 “ Are you close, little one? Yeah you're close. I know babygirl. You're doing so good. “

 You were delirious with pleasure as he praised you. You brought your hands behind his hips, causing him to press himself harder on you. Chris must have realized this because he sped up even faster, pushing himself back even further and quickly reentering. While he was continuing this, it was very soon for both of you to have your orgasms. 

 “ I'm close. Are you? “ he asked breathlessly. “Yes Sir I'm about to cum. Please make me cum. “ He came out one last time, shoved it back in, then groaned loudly. You both ejaculated at the same time. He poured his milk into you and came out. Despite you being terribly sweaty, he pressed his forehead to yours to breathe, placing his hands on your hips and staying like that for a while, until a door knock. 

 “Hey Y/N, you there? We have to talk. “After hearing the voice, you broke up immediately. With your legs trembling, you put on your sweaty clothes that you had taken off to take a shower, albeit with difficulty, and turned to Chris. “ So…”

 “ I was serious of what I had said earlier, Y/N. I really wanted you and I want you. ”  “ I know. I want you too, Chris. “ He laughed and after kissing your lips for the last time, he stepped into one of the shower stalls and watched you leave.

  Yes, Chris really wanted you for a long time, and seeing you and not being able to touch you was making him horny. Every time he looked at you, ignoring that swelling caused him to curse himself. It was too bad for him to be on the same team and not be able to declare his love for you, but now he knew that at least you wanted him. The feelings were mutual.

 With a sigh of relief, he eft the room and entered the men's shower area. He was stunned by what he saw.

 “ Well Captain. Looks like you have a thing for that girl after all,huh? “