͙͘͡★ GENRE: Domestic/husband Chris, fluff, suggestive

͙͘͡★ WARNINGS: None

͙͘͡★ CHARACTERS: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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“Why do you have to read that when I'm right here?” Chris asked his wife; they were both lounging in their outdoor seating area, Chris's head in Y/N's lap as he stretched out across the length of the sofa. A devilish expression was on his face as he reached out and toyed with the pages of her book. “Is the main character better than me?”

“Yep. He's way better than you,” Y/N provoked him back, holding her book out of the way. “He's handsome, kind, protective, oh, and did I mention, way taller than y - “

“You're so dead,” Chris hissed, propping himself up on his elbows before darting his hands out towards her. “Give me that book. You're not allowed to read it anymore.”

“Let go of me!” Y/N squealed. She was laughing uncontrollably now as her husband resorted to tickling her with all his might, and she shoved her book onto his face. He spluttered against the pages and scrabbled at the cover, her book falling out of his fingers and landing on the coffee table.

“Take it back,” Chris chuckled, fingers finding her stomach. “Take it back, or I won't stop.”

“You know … that character … would never do this - “

“I can't believe you. Reading stuff like that right under my nose.”

“Technically, I was reading above your nose.”

“Oh, that's it - “

They wriggled around on the sofa like a pair of energetic bugs, limbs thrashing and giggles exploding before Chris momentarily ceased and sat up, pulling Y/N along with him despite the dramatic scowl his face had adopted.

“You have no right to be mad,” Y/N continued to mess around with him, mirth burning in her sparkling eyes. “At least I don't thirst over pixels on a screen.”

Chris's jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Mr I-Play-Genshin-For-All-The-Right-Reasons.”

A bark of incredulous laughter escaping him, Chris reached out and captured his wife's face in his hand. His touch was still gentle, and Y/N giggled right up at him.

“Say that again,” Chris smirked, nose a hair's breadth away from hers.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. “Go talk to the Tsaritsa.”

“For fuck's sake … “

Snickering, Y/N headbutted him out of the way, her forehead colliding with Chris's. It wasn't hard, yet Chris dramatically jerked back with a comical grunt which only made Y/N burst into laughter all over again.

“That's it,” Chris growled. He pinned Y/N's wrists down with one hand before clamping his mouth on hers with such ferocity that her breath hitched and her eyes snapped open in shock as her insides melted into liquid fire. He kissed her deep but sweet, his teeth grazing her lower lip and his tongue caressing the seam in a way that made Y/N shiver beneath him until all she could hear was the sound of her heartbeat running a marathon in her ears.

Fuck.

When he pulled away, Chris's lips were a rosy crimson and his eyes were dark, dancing with tiny pin-prick reflections of the fairy lights that were wrapped around the wooden beams surrounding them. He nodded towards Y/N's book laying on the table. “He couldn't kiss you like that.”

Y/N was blushing, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. She gulped. “Yeah, and the Tsaritsa would probably freeze your balls off if you tried kissing her like that.”

Bursting into silent laughter, Chris dropped his head, his eyes crinkling as his entire body shook against hers. “I thought you liked the Tsaritsa?”

“I do. But the way I like her is different to how you like her.”

Chris smirked. He had to admit, he loved when his wife got like this. Even though she was being playful with him, her jealousy was one of the cutest things he'd ever seen.

“Oh yeah? And how do I like her?”

She looked away, unable to hold contact with the smoldering depths of his eyes. But Chris brought her face back to him, fingers on her chin, making her look him in the eye.

“In non PG ways,” Y/N muttered, skin flaming as he nose nuzzled her cheek.

Chris chuckled. “You're so adorable when you're mad.”

“I'm not mad! You're the one who was mad at me for reading the book.”

“Yeah. I was. Only because I wanted your attention and you were giving it all to your book instead,” Chris said, his face smug as he lay his head back in his wife's lap, her fingers sinking into his hair.

Her eyes were soft as she looked down at him. “You're such a kid.”

Chris beamed. He nuzzled into her hand like a sleepy puppy. “Thank you.”

He extended his arm upwards and tickled the underside of his wife's chin. “You know I'd choose you over those characters any day, right?”

Embarrassed, Y/N looked away.

“Wait … you don't think I'm serious, do you?” Chris blinked, propping himself up again. “When I joke about those characters … you know I'm only mucking around, right?”

“I … yeah … ?” Y/N said slowly. “I guess.”

“Baby.”

Y/N flushed. Chris stared at her for a few more beats before he suddenly burst into laughter, his index finger and thumb coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as his entire body shook with increasing, incredulous giggles.

Her own lips twitching upwards, Y/N folded across her chest. “What?”

“Did you seriously think I was properly attracted to all those characters?” Chris wheezed, thumping his chest as he choked from laughing so much. “Like … legit? You think I wanna bang the Tsaritsa?”

“Well … I don't know!” Y/N squeaked, covering her steaming face with her hands. “Yes? Maybe?”

Her response only made Chris erupt into laughter all over again. “Fucking hell, baby … “

He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, tears of mirth beginning to bloom in them. “And all the other characters too, yeah?”

She nodded, mortified.

He leaned in closer to her until his breath kissed her lips. “Do you think I'm a player?”

“What? No … ? I hope not?” Y/N gulped. She poked his forehead. “You're the one who always calls every new character hot, or whatever.”

Chris grinned devilishly. “Hot, yeah?”

The way he said it made Y/N's heart thump hard in her chest. “Your words, not mine.”

“Hot they may be, but they're not you,” Chris's smile widened and his fingers snaked around her waist before slipping just a touch beneath her top. He pulled her closer on the sofa until she was almost perched on his lap. “Are you jealous?”

He was teasing her, and Y/N swatted his shoulder. “You're a bastard, you know that?”

Barking with laughter, Chris tried to bite her hand that had darted out towards him, his teeth snapping dramatically like a wolf. “Oi! That's not very nice, is it?”

“I'm going back to my book.”

“Oh, back to that man who's way better than me, yeah?” Chris raised an eyebrow, his fingers caressing her back.

“I only said that as a joke! No one's better than you. Besides, at least I don't have any visuals to go on. You can stare at those characters as much as you want.”

Snorting with more laughter at Y/N's words, Chris tugged her even closer and stole a kiss from her lips. “I'd rather stare at you. All day, and all night.”

“Yeah right.”

He kissed her again, this time sweeter, but deep enough to make her nerves tingle. “I mean it. You're way hotter than all of them. And pretty. And kind. You make me the happiest.”

Y/N's cheeks flamed, and she resisted the urge to groan out loud.

He always had a way of driving her mad. She didn't know if she wanted to slap him or kiss him until they were both breathless.

“But they're so … “ she broke off and used her hands to illustrate ample curves in the air.

“And you're not?” Chris smiled lazily.

“Not like that!”

“Good. I love you as you are,” Chris said, and peppered more kisses across her entire face. “Look … I only call them hot because objectively they are. They're supposed to be, right? It's like how … you call weird cartoon characters hot. I swear you called a certain fox in glasses hot the other day.”

“Shut up!” Y/N squealed, and this time she did slap his arm.

“Okay, okay … I'm just saying. You called him hot, but you wouldn't wanna bang him. I mean … I hope you don't?”

Y/N vigorously shook her head. This conversation was getting out of hand - she didn't even understand how they got here. “Please stop talking.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes crinkling and sparkling under the garden lights. “You get it though, right? We both think certain characters are hot … doesn't mean we wanna get in their pants.”

“Shut. Up,” Y/N whined and she dropped her forehead against her husband's shoulder. “I was only joking with you.”

Chris kissed her temple. “Really? So you're not jealous?”

She shook her head.

Chris pouted. “Oh.”

Eyes widening, Y/N stared at him. “You little … do you want me to be jealous?”

The laugh that Chris let out was answer enough; Y/N tackled him until he fell back against the sofa seats, his laughter warm in the night air. He locked his arms around Y/N's torso and glued her to his torso, and she gave up thrashing around as her face settled into the soft hollow of his neck.

“You play too much,” she yawned, throwing an arm over Chris's stomach.

“I know,” Chris chuckled. His fingers threaded through his wife's hair, his face glowing with a permanent soft smile. “Your reactions are worth it.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think I'm hot?”

“Are you mad? What do you think?” Chris asked, incredulous. He pulled her down harder on top of him, until a firmness pressed up against her hip that made her eyes widen. “See?”

“You - “ Y/N's voice broke off, and she coughed, looking away. “Okay. Fine.”

Chris smirked. He cradled the back of Y/N's head back to his chest, and he patted her back in soothing strokes as she reached for her forgotten book on the table.

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Aw I'd make one for you if I could 🥺 I know what you mean though some places make them so gross or not pumpkiny enough haha