Sleepy Time Pt 2 Chris Halliwell Smut
(REQUESTED) https://chillassimagines.tumblr.com/post/188612935632/sleepy-time-chris-halliwell-smut-requested <<<PART ONE
âThis is not working!â You smacked at the flame you caused with a damp towel. You just discovered that as a witch you can manipulate fire. Well...there was a possibility that one day you could manipulate it. Today was not that day. A sigh escaped your lips as you flopped onto your sofa. You felt a sting of tears cloud your vision. âOf course Iâm crying! Because I needed this!â You sarcastically cried at angrily wiped away your tears. You refused to call Chris for advice after what had happened two weeks ago and you didnât realize how much you truly needed your guide until now.
You began to replay the memories in your mind like you had multiple times already since that night. Every time you laid down in your bed you remembered the feeling of his fingers tracing your skin and grasping at your body like it was his life source. How could you face him again? Would he even come if you called? Impulsively you decided to test it out...dumb idea.
âChris?â You looked down at your hands and closed your eyes, not ready to know if heâd heed your call or not.
âY/N...donât cry.â You fought to rip away from his touch as his hand rested on yours. As much as you were nervous around him, you needed his comfort.
âWhy would you do that to me?â You squeezed your eyes harder, not wanting to risk seeing his face.
âDonât say that, Chris! Why didnât you just use your secret sleeping power I never knew about in the first place? Huh?â You opened your eyes and gave Chris an accusatory face. His hand wrapped around yours and your anger seemed to immediately melt away.
âBecause...I...I was being selfish. I felt how much you wanted me and I didnât want to suppress my response to you. I didnât think of consequences or how weâd be affected. Iâm sorry if I hurt you, Y/N.â He spoke softly, like a boy whose mother had just scolded him.
âChris...you didnât hurt me. You confused me, you sexually frustrated me, and I know youâve watched me fail at this pryokenisis shit.â You held up the hand he wasnât holding and produced a miniscule flame that soon disappeared. You chuckled at the failure and Chrisâ corner of his mouth rose slightly.
âItâs been a main source of entertainment.â He teased. You both laughed softly before his smile dropped into a more serious stare. âIâm scared to tell you...but no matter what the Elders say, Y/N, Iâm in love with you. With everything you are and everything you will accomplish. I will help you and be there every step of the way...Whitelighter or otherwise.â Chris pressed a kiss to your forehead and looking into his eyes you knew he meant it.
âChris...â You whispered to him before cupping his cheek to force your lips to meet. Your hands clutched onto his body like he would disappear at any moment.
âI wonât go anywhere...let me do it right this time.â He spoke softly, pulling at your tank top with soft motion. You allowed him to remove it, but paused further action.
âI can relax your body without magic though.â You pushed at his chest with your hands, making him fall back onto the couch. His eyes slightly widened, no doubt not expecting the breech of his control. âLift.â You commanded for him to lift his hips so you could remove his bottoms and boxers in one go. The boxers seemed more difficult to remove, but you soon found out why.
âYou sure?â Chris asked you as you received a full look of his manhood. You fought the urge to gape at him.
âYes.â You didnât let him see anything happen on your face before you lowered your lips to his neck. âYour body is truly amazing and I know that I love you.â You mumbled against his skin before arching your bottom up in the air and bringing your mouth down to his length. Your tongue ran along the underside of him and his legs shuddered in response.
âDonât tease me, Y/N. I wonât be able to-â
âShh, itâs okay.â You made eye contact with him while your mouth took him into your throat. His hips slightly thrusted against you and in response you pinned his hips down. Your gag reflex may not be fool proof yet. Your head bobbed up and down, coating him with your warm saliva.
âF-fuck.â He whimpered, nearly a boyish moan. It turned you on immensely. You noticed his eyes attempt to flutter close. One of your hands drifted up over his chest and grasped onto the nape hairs of his neck.
âYouâre missing your show, Chris.â You paused and took the opposite hand to begin gadfly stroking him. He seemingly choked on air as you began the speedy motion. Squeezing and turning at just the right spots, his vision didnât change much. His mouth hung agape and his eyes would not reveal themselves to you.
âIâm gonna cum.â He whispered. Most likely in fear of what noises may come out.
âBe loud, or I wonât let you.â You bargained his noise for release. He let out a high pitched whine and thrusted his hips upwards. You smiled in satisfaction before returning your lips to his girth.
âYes, yes, yes. Y/N!â He gasped out your name as his body went rigid and soon you could taste him on your tastebuds. You proudly drank in his taste and slightly ran your tongue over the head a few times, continuing his pleasurable shaking. After you let him flop his head back you ran your fingers through his hair.
âYou look tired, is it sleepy time?â
