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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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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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