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ficfield · 18 hours ago

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More than enough

Pairing: Chris Redfield x F!Reader

Request: “reader is slightly chubby/curvy, and Chris is her boyfriend, reader is self-conscious about her body and Chris *comforts* them (*cough cough* sex *cough cough*)”

Plot: Post-Resident Evil Village — Chris has finally taken a break from work and is spending time with you.

I have never done a smut before so if its whack please forgive,

happy reading my lovelies ❤️

The cabin was warm, the fire crackling in the stone hearth as snow piled up outside the frosted windows. Chris had insisted on taking you somewhere quiet after everything, after the horrors of the Village, after losing Ethan, after nearly losing himself.

And you? You needed the time away just as much, but there was always that lingering insecurity that gnawed at the back of your mind.

Chris was built like a damn action hero, all muscle and strength, and then there was you. Softer, curvier. You knew he loved you, he made that clear every day but it didn’t stop the little voice in your head from whispering that you weren’t enough for someone like him.

Tonight, that voice was particularly loud. You sat on the edge of the bed, wearing one of his old t-shirts that draped over your body, your hands absentmindedly gripping the hem. Chris was watching you from where he stood near the fireplace, arms crossed over his broad chest. You could feel his gaze even before he spoke.

“You’re doing it again,” he murmured, voice deep and laced with concern.

You blinked up at him. “Doing what?”

Chris sighed, pushing off the wall and making his way toward you. His presence was always commanding but never intimidating, not to you. He knelt in front of you, hands resting on your thighs, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

“That thing where you doubt yourself,” he said softly, rubbing slow, reassuring circles into your skin. “Where you look at yourself like you’re anything less than perfect to me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a kiss just above your knee before looking up at you. “Chris…” you whisper in a needy tone.

“I mean it.” His hands slid higher, squeezing your thighs with an almost possessive reverence. “I love you. Every inch of you. Every curve, every soft part of you that fits so damn perfectly against me.” His lips trailed up, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “You think I want some fragile thing that I have to tiptoe around?”

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “I love this body,” he growled, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin. “You think I don’t see the way you shy away when you change in front of me? The way you hesitate when I touch you?”

Your heart pounded, heat rising to your cheeks. “I just…” you mumble quietly, unable to find your voice.

Chris silenced you with a kiss, deep, slow, reverent. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Let me show you,” he murmured, his hands sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your waist.

The fire crackled in the background, but the real warmth was between you and him, his touch, his lips, the way he handled you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And maybe, just maybe, that little voice in your head didn’t seem so loud anymore.

Chris’s hands roamed over your body with slow, deliberate intent, fingers tracing the curve of your hips like he was memorizing every inch of you. His touch was warm, rough yet careful, the contrast sending shivers up your spine.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against your skin, lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along the slope of your neck. His breath was hot, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl.

You swallowed hard, hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt. “Chris…” you whimper.

He hummed in response, slipping his hands beneath the hem of your shirt, ‘his shirt’, pushing it up and over your head, tossing it behind him, exposing more of your skin to the fire’s glow. His thumbs stroked over the dip of your waist, reverent and slow, like he was savouring the feel of you. His hands moving up your back to unclasp your bra, removing any barriers between him and what he wants.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he muttered, lips moving lower, pressing a soft kiss just above your collarbone as he slowly slides your bra down your arms and off your body. “Do you know how often I think about this?” His hands moving towards your exposed breasts, massaging the flesh in his palms, “About you?”, he nips at the skin above your tits as he slowly makes his way down the valley of your breasts, kissing, nipping, sucking as he goes.

Your breath hitched as his lips continued to trail downward, heat pooling in your stomach at the sheer intensity in his gaze when he looked up at you. His eyes were dark, filled with something deeper than just desire, something fierce, protective, devoted.

He moves down to your soft stomach, moving towards your hips, kissing the stretch marks that litter your skin, “goddamn, so fucking perfect” he moans into your skin.

Chris leaned in, lips hovering just above your skin, and whispered, “Let me show you how much I love every inch of you.”

Chris’s words sent a shudder through you, every syllable dripping with devotion. His lips ghosted over your stomach, his breath warm against your skin as he traced the softest, most vulnerable parts of you with unhurried adoration. “You think these marks mean anything but beauty to me?” His voice was hushed, reverent, as his fingers traced the stretch marks on your hips, each touch sending electricity through your veins. “They tell a story, your story. And I want every part of it.” His lips brushing against your skin as he continues to head down south.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers threading through his dark hair as he pressed another kiss to the curve of your waist, then lower, his hands never stopping their slow exploration of your body. His movements weren’t rushed, weren’t frantic with need, but steady, deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world to worship you properly.

Chris looked up at you, his eyes dark with something deeper than desire, something raw, unshakable. Love. Devotion. His hands slid up your thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down with slow, deliberate intent. His lips brushed over your inner thigh as he went, a teasing contrast between softness and the scrape of his stubble. Each kiss sent heat spiralling through your veins, a silent promise in every touch.

His grip tightened just slightly, grounding you, making sure you felt him. “You still doubting me, sweetheart?” His voice was husky, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it, an edge of sincerity, like it mattered to him just as much as it did to you.

He buries his face into your slick heat, inhaling the scent of you and humming at the satisfaction, his tongue lapping at your folds, slow and deep, stealing the air from your lungs. He grunts at the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue. He latches onto your clit, slowly circling it with the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner, you tug at his hair in response, he lets out a breathy chuckle and latches onto your clit with a harsh suck, his tongue flicking it repeatedly

Your body trembled beneath him, every sensation heightened, every lingering doubt drowned out by the sheer intensity of his devotion. The heat between you was intoxicating, but what truly stole your breath was the way he looked at you, like you were everything. Like you were his. He swiftly throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your thighs, holding you in place while he devours you like a starving man. The heat within you burning hotter and hotter until you completely burst. Your legs trembling as they try to snap shut around his head, the heels of your feet digging into his back, your vision blurring as you’re completely lost in the pleasure he is giving you. “god!....Chriiis!!” you cry out breathlessly. He releases your clit with a pop and slowly pulls away.

your essence smeared all around his mouth, he catches his breath, smiling as he looks down at you with glazed eyes.

Your hands grasped at his shoulders, silently urging him upward, and he followed without hesitation, his solid frame settling over yours. The moment his lips met yours, it was different, hot and heavy, yes, but also filled with something unspoken. A need that went beyond desire. A need to show you, to make you understand just how much you meant to him.

Chris trailed his lips down your neck, each kiss leaving a path of heat in its wake. His hands roamed your body like he was mapping out every curve, every dip, as if committing you to memory. The slow, deliberate way he touched you sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation curling in your belly.

“You feel that?” he murmured against your skin, his voice low, gravelly, tinged with something raw. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly, reverently. “This is what you do to me.” He grinds his hard cock against you, his body a furnace against yours, and you could feel the way he trembled slightly, like holding back was costing him everything.

Your breath hitched as he shifted, pressing more of his weight onto you, grounding you beneath him. He kissed along your jaw, teasing, slow, savouring, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. “I could stay like this forever,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just feeling you, touching you. Tasting you” His voice was rough, needy, but still filled with that same unwavering devotion.

Chris pressed his forehead against yours, breathing deeply, his hands framing your face as he whispered, “Tell me you believe me.” His voice was rough, but underneath it was something fragile, something that told you this moment wasn’t just for you, but for him too.

Your fingers tightened against his skin, pulling him impossibly closer. “I believe you,” you whispered, meaning every word. Your hands working on ridding him of his clothing, you pull at his t-shirt, indicating that its gotta go, Chris sits up and pulls it off and throws it, not giving a damn where it lands, you then reach for the button of his trousers, you pop the button and pull the zip down, you look up at him with a playful smirk, you pull his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his cock springing free. Chris hisses as the cold hits his stiff member.

A slow smile tugged at his lips before leaned in and kissed you again, deep and unrelenting, as if sealing your words between you forever.

And as he held you, surrounded by the warmth of the fire, the weight of his love, you realized that voice in your head, the one that told you ‘you weren’t enough’, had finally gone silent.

Your hands traced over his back, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. Chris was strength incarnate, a soldier through and through, but here, right now, he was just a man. A man who wanted you, all of you. Chris nips at your ear and whispers “you’re so fucking hot, god, you make me crazy” his voice husky and laced with pure lust.

His lips found yours again, softer this time, lingering. The intensity simmered just beneath the surface, but he wasn’t rushing, he was worshipping. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that left you breathless. He tasted like heat, like something that burned and soothed all at once, and you melted beneath him, surrendering to the way he made you feel.

Chris shifts his body slightly, spreading your legs further apart to accommodate his body better, he grips his cock at the base, giving it a few strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, he looks into your eyes, “you ready sweetheart?”, you nod frantically, your excitement visible through your eyes, he chuckles and rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds, gathering up your slick for self lubrication, slowly pushes in, inch by delicious inch until he completely bottoms out with a grunt. His eyes close and he looks blissed out, your mouth falls open at the stretch. Chris knows he’s a big guy so he stills completely, allowing you to adjust to him. The pain begins to subside and you look into chris’s eyes, you can feel his body trembling from restraint, “you can move” you smile up at him and with that he slowly pulls all the way out before slamming back into you at a force, knocking the air from your lungs.

Chris rests his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. His fingers brushed over your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Tell me you believe me,” he murmured breathlessly as he ruts into you, his voice trembling now, almost pleading. “Tell me you know how much I love you.”

You moan softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, your fingers grazing the rough stubble along his jaw. “I believe you,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I believe you, Chris.”, you say between panting.

Chris picks up the pace, changing his angles, searching for that spot that’ll drive you crazy, his hand gripping your hip so tightly you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise later. Chris hits the spot, your eyes clench shut and you moan loudly, he smirks, “found it” he says cockily, he abuses that specific spot, hitting it over and over again until your brain no longer functions, your words making no sense, “mm….ggoood…..s……good!” you whimper incoherently. Chris feels a sense of pride as he reduces you to this state, “good girl, taking me so well” he says as he pistons into you.

Chris exhales shakily, like he’d been holding onto something for too long, and in that moment, you realized, maybe he needed this just as much as you did. Maybe loving you, reassuring you, was just as important to him as it was for you to hear it.

Chris kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring every unspoken word into the way his lips moved against yours. His hands skimmed down your sides, gripping your hips with a reverence that sent warmth blooming through your chest. “m’gonna make you feel so good baby,” he murmured, his voice husky, filled with promise.

Chris begins to lose control, but he needs you to finish before he can, he keeps hitting that spot repeatedly and reaches down with his hand to rub rough circles on your clit, your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm creeping up at a fast pace, your breathing ragged, your walls begin to tighten around him as you hit your climax, you cry out and your nails dig into the flesh of Chris’s back, the pain mixed with the pleasure proves to be too much for Chris as he hurtles towards his climax too, your tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he buries himself to the hilt and stilled as spurt after spurt of his hot potent seed paints your inner walls with a rough grunt, shuddering against your body. His body flops on top of you, unable to move just yet, As he pressed you deeper into the mattress, his body warm and solid against yours, the last of your doubts faded into the crackling firelight.

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