Hey girl! I am requesting!! I wanted to ask if you could do a Chuck Cranston x girlfriend!reader where he got in a fight with Ren and he accidentally takes it out on reader. He makes up to it for her…maybe a smut if you can? Thanks girl!
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Out On You| girlfriend!reader x Chuck Cranston
Summary: Chuck gets in a fight with Ren and takes it out on you. But makes it up to you
Warning: language, MDNI, 18+, fighting, smut, pnv sex, heated argument, heated make out, passionate intimacy, kissing scene, unprotected sex
Notes: Hi! Omg I have wanted a Chuck Cranston fic! Tysm!! Enjoy!
The screen door bangs open so hard it smacks the wall.
You look up just in time to see Chuck storm inside, boots thudding across the floor, face flushed, jaw set tight like he’s barely holding himself together.
“Chuck?” you say, standing. “What happened?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He paces instead, hands flexing at his sides, like he wants to hit something and doesn’t know where to put it.
“You see him tonight?” he finally snaps.
“Of course you did,” Chuck scoffs, spinning toward you. “He always finds a way, doesn’t he?”
“He thinks he’s real smooth,” Chuck cuts in, voice rising. “Showing up at the lot, acting like he runs the place. Talking like he knows you. Like he knows me.”
Your brows knit together. “What are you talking about?”
“He tells me,” Chuck says, bitter, “that you deserve better than me. Says I don’t treat you right. Like it’s his job to step in.”
Your chest tightens. “He said that?”
“Yeah,” Chuck laughs sharply. “Like he’s some kind of hero.”
You step closer, trying to ground him. “That doesn’t mean anything. You know that.”
But Chuck’s already spiraling.
“He looks at you,” he says, voice rough, “like he’s already won something. Like he’s just waiting for me to screw up.”
“That’s not fair,” you say quietly. “And it’s not true.”
He stops pacing. Turns on you.
“Well, it feels pretty damn real when everyone’s watching him and I’m the one they already made up their minds about.”
The words come out harsher than he means them, and you flinch.
“So what?” you ask, hurt creeping into your tone. “You come home and take it out on me?”
“You didn’t have to,” you say. “You’re yelling at me like I’m the problem.”
Chuck’s breathing slows as the reality of what he’s done sinks in. His shoulders sag just a little, anger draining away and leaving guilt in its place.
“…I’m sorry,” he says, quieter now. “I shouldn’t’ve said any of that.”
You cross your arms, not defensive — protective. “You don’t get to talk to me like that just because you’re mad at him.”
“I know,” he says quickly. “I know. I just—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I hate the way he looks at you. Like he thinks he knows you better than I do.”
You soften, just a little. “Chuck, I’m with you.”
He looks at you then, really looks at you, eyes searching your face.
“I don’t wanna lose you,” he admits, voice low. “And I hate that he gets in my head like that.”
You step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off him. “Then don’t push me away.”
“I’m sorry,” he says again, more sincere this time. “I was outta line.”
Your hand lifts, hesitating for half a second before resting against his chest. His heart’s still pounding hard beneath your palm.
“You hurt my feelings,” you say softly.
“I know,” he murmurs. “God, I know.”
His hands come to your waist, slower now, asking instead of taking. When you don’t pull away, his grip firms just a little, relief flooding his face.
“Let me make it up to you,” he says, voice rough.
You don’t answer — you don’t need to.
Chuck leans in, forehead brushing yours, breath uneven, like he’s holding everything back.
Then he kisses you, deep and urgent, all the frustration and fear pouring into it at once.
You gasp, fingers curling into his shirt as he pulls you closer, kissing you harder like he’s afraid to stop.
It’s messy and intense, all teeth and breath and emotion, until you’re both breathing heavy.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters against your mouth, kissing you again, slower but just as desperate.
You kiss him back, hands sliding up his shoulders, grounding him. His grip tightens, like he needs the reassurance, like this is the only thing keeping him steady.
He kisses you again — longer, deeper — until the anger is gone and all that’s left is want and relief and the way he melts when you respond.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
“I’ll talk to you next time,” he promises. “Not yell. Not let him get to me.”
You nod, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “That’s all I want.”
He presses one more kiss to your lips — slower, lingering, full of heat — like he’s sealing the promise.
And this time, there’s no anger left between you. Just him, holding you like he almost lost you.
The kiss with Chuck got heavier again. The kiss said more than what Chuck was trying to.
Chuck lifted you up by your thighs. Carrying you to your room. He shut the door with his foot. Carrying you to the bed.
Chuck was already taking off his flannel and white shirt. Moving to your shirt; pulling it above your head.
Chuck pulled you up off the bed. Moving to your jean shorts. Unbuttoning them with care.
You started to take of Chuck's jeans. Showing his erection through his boxers.
Chuck leaned in again. Kissing you passionately. His hands reached behind your back. Unclipping your bra. Falling to the floor like the forgotten clothes.
Chuck pulled you on the bed. Hovering over you when your back hit the soft mattress.
His lips trailed from your collarbones to your soft breast. Taking one peak in his mouth. Sucking; making it hard and red.
The need between your legs got heavier; hotter for Chuck.
Chuck's rough hands moved to your white panties. Sliding down your thin, silky legs. Chuck sat up, taking off his boxers. Now-completely bare in front of each other.
Your lips trailed on Chuck's cheek and jawline. Your hands tangled in his messy dirty blonde locks.
Chuck's hard cock teased your pretty clit. Your hips jolt to his cock. Making both of you make a sound from your lips.
"Chuck, please." You whispered, with a hint of a whine.
"What is it, baby?" He asked, whispering in your ear.
"I need you...please. So much..."
With that, Chuck slid inside so carefully. Filling you up so tight.
Chuck's movement was sincere, intense, intimate. His lips trailed down from your neck to your shoulder.
Your legs wrapped around his waist. Wanting Chuck to hit that spot you needed to feel lose control.
"C-Chuck" You whined. Your back arching off the bed; your chest connected to Chuck's.
Chuck didn't need anything else. As you said, he went faster. Your moans filled up the room.
Your high getting closer and closer as Chuck still moved inside you. Chuck could feel you clench around him.
"Baby, you're gonna come. I feel it. Don't hold back. Come for me."
That's all it took for you to come. Your nails dug into his back as you came around him.
Chuck fully laid down on top of you. Both of you catching your breath.
Chuck left soft, intimate kisses on your shoulder and breast. Watching you as you came down from your high.
"You okay?" Chuck asked softly.
You nodded your head. "Y-Yeah...I'm okay."
"I love you, Y/n. I'm sorry about earlier." Chuck whispered.
You shook your head. Forgetting all about it already. You put his head down on your chest. Running your hands through his dirty blonde hair.
You didn't say anything-you didn't need to. Chuck already knew, so did you.
All it was, is you two. No one else. Not even Ren can come in between you two.
You know. And so does Chuck.
